10-30-2020, 03:11 AM
⸺ EVELYN ⸺
Evelyn, Evelyn...
Why do we bother to stay?
Why are you running away?
Don't you feel like severing?
Why do we bother to stay?
Why are you running away?
Don't you feel like severing?
A conglomeration of feathers snapped open under the moonlight, the glossy tips enlightening themselves with the sphere's glow. The female's head lowered, though her black, bottomless-looking eyes remained fixated on the moon. Or, more particularly, the sky. A blanket of black overlooked her, scattered and fizzing with a multitude of stars. Evelyn thrust back a furred hind-leg, polished claws furling themselves into the terrain; her posture steadied, or tried to, a low growl erupting from within her pharynx. Fly. The singular word bypassed her mind's barriers, ushering her movements onward. To improve themselves, perhaps, though Evelyn knew that wouldn't be happening so efficiently anytime soon. She had been practicing for only a couple of months, not to mention she every now and again decided to take some nights off and procrastinate.
Her fangs gnashed, bob of a tail whipping the air from behind her like a tendril. Alright, enough with the preparations. Her thoughts remained firm, as did her each and every movements. Her paws scuffed the earth and before she knew it she had taken off into the night sky, as she had promised herself. Of course, nothing was too great, as usually expected. Her sleek ebony wings pumped rapidly with the hopes of having her physique continue through the air, forepaws outstretched before her. As much as she wanted to, she knew better than to risk a glance downward: her gaze had to remain intent on her preliminarily available surroundings, so forcefully she kept her eyes on the mountains ahead of her.
Now, truth be told, Evelyn had never flown these particular skies before, had never looked down upon this very terf. She couldn't help but allow for a slight smirk to play at her lips, and absentmindedly she peered down. Just a glimpse, just a glimpse, just a glimpse....
And that's when it all came crashing down, like a monument of Jenga blocks toppling over. Her wings flicked backward, paws flailing in the air as she could feel herself diving suddenly downward. For a moment the bobcat's world seemed to spin from around her, trees passing by as quickly as a cheetah's chasing figure, the moon shrinking above. Evelyn let loose an involuntarial yowl: "Gahhhhh!" Try as she might, she simply could not get her wings to carry her back upward, could not adopt a genuinely steady posture, though that was in this moment a given: she was flying down a couple hundred feet from the air, her surroundings blinding her alongside the faint blur that was the moonlight. Her eyes crinkled shut, but not quickly enough, it appeared. The wind sifted through her fur as her physique raked itself across a few trees, and then as it crashed down into the snow.
She spit.
She coughed.
It was no hope.
Her world darkened, head fuzzing, as then she slipped into unconsciousness.
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feel free to come and have someone try and find her 0;
Her fangs gnashed, bob of a tail whipping the air from behind her like a tendril. Alright, enough with the preparations. Her thoughts remained firm, as did her each and every movements. Her paws scuffed the earth and before she knew it she had taken off into the night sky, as she had promised herself. Of course, nothing was too great, as usually expected. Her sleek ebony wings pumped rapidly with the hopes of having her physique continue through the air, forepaws outstretched before her. As much as she wanted to, she knew better than to risk a glance downward: her gaze had to remain intent on her preliminarily available surroundings, so forcefully she kept her eyes on the mountains ahead of her.
Now, truth be told, Evelyn had never flown these particular skies before, had never looked down upon this very terf. She couldn't help but allow for a slight smirk to play at her lips, and absentmindedly she peered down. Just a glimpse, just a glimpse, just a glimpse....
And that's when it all came crashing down, like a monument of Jenga blocks toppling over. Her wings flicked backward, paws flailing in the air as she could feel herself diving suddenly downward. For a moment the bobcat's world seemed to spin from around her, trees passing by as quickly as a cheetah's chasing figure, the moon shrinking above. Evelyn let loose an involuntarial yowl: "Gahhhhh!" Try as she might, she simply could not get her wings to carry her back upward, could not adopt a genuinely steady posture, though that was in this moment a given: she was flying down a couple hundred feet from the air, her surroundings blinding her alongside the faint blur that was the moonlight. Her eyes crinkled shut, but not quickly enough, it appeared. The wind sifted through her fur as her physique raked itself across a few trees, and then as it crashed down into the snow.
She spit.
She coughed.
It was no hope.
Her world darkened, head fuzzing, as then she slipped into unconsciousness.
"TALKING"
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feel free to come and have someone try and find her 0;