03-19-2018, 10:42 AM
The wind was brutal. She could hear it howling in her ears as she flew above the chilled, frigid breath of the winter night. Her legs were tucked in close to her body, trying helplessly to keep warm. She glared at the dark, blinding night infront of her. She was flying blind; a fool's trip. She had to find safety from this blizzard if she were to survive. That was how life worked, didn't it? She knew there was a field below her. She was resting in an old, barren tree earlier. She perked up. Son of a- Cry growled under her breath, pushing more air under her wings as she swiftly pulled up on a tree sucker punching her vision from the darkness. Her tail feathers adjusted to her position, letting herself fall down a few feet before opening her wings back up to catch her.
She panted under her breath, a bead of sweat pooling down her face as she turned back to stare at the tree. Where had that come from? She was normally better at almost sensing objects in front of her. She shook her head, clearing her mind. She had to keep going forward. She tiredly turned back in front of her, fatigue slowly taking over her body. She had been flying for hours. She could hardly breathe through the stress. She blinked, her eyes falling shut for a few moments before snapping back open once again. She couldn't fall asleep. She must fall asleep. She couldn't... fall...... asleep......
And her eyes snapped back open.
She panicked as she noticed the ground becoming closer and closer. Her wings snapped back open and covered her head. She hit the ground like a rock. Sharp ice broke off the frozen ground and punctured through her blood feathers. A sickening snap filled the air as Cry cawed out in agony. She winced, panting as she pushed herself off the ground with her beak. She turned her gaze to her right wing, her ears ringing as she saw it bent in a strange, unnatural position. She cried out when she pulled it close to her chest. N-no matter, she convinced herself. It was just a f-flesh wound. She had to keep going. She pulled the injured wing closer to her, flapping with her mostly unscathed feathers. She managed to get a good two feet off the ground before making the plunge again. She ate snow, shivering on the cold ground. She pushed herself up, only to fall in fatige. She sobbed quietly from where she shivered. So this is where it all ended, huh? No one was around for miles. She dared not cry out. She would not be known for dying crying.
// Powerplay is allowed ahead of time. A strange start to a strange character. c:
"SPEECH"
She panted under her breath, a bead of sweat pooling down her face as she turned back to stare at the tree. Where had that come from? She was normally better at almost sensing objects in front of her. She shook her head, clearing her mind. She had to keep going forward. She tiredly turned back in front of her, fatigue slowly taking over her body. She had been flying for hours. She could hardly breathe through the stress. She blinked, her eyes falling shut for a few moments before snapping back open once again. She couldn't fall asleep. She must fall asleep. She couldn't... fall...... asleep......
And her eyes snapped back open.
She panicked as she noticed the ground becoming closer and closer. Her wings snapped back open and covered her head. She hit the ground like a rock. Sharp ice broke off the frozen ground and punctured through her blood feathers. A sickening snap filled the air as Cry cawed out in agony. She winced, panting as she pushed herself off the ground with her beak. She turned her gaze to her right wing, her ears ringing as she saw it bent in a strange, unnatural position. She cried out when she pulled it close to her chest. N-no matter, she convinced herself. It was just a f-flesh wound. She had to keep going. She pulled the injured wing closer to her, flapping with her mostly unscathed feathers. She managed to get a good two feet off the ground before making the plunge again. She ate snow, shivering on the cold ground. She pushed herself up, only to fall in fatige. She sobbed quietly from where she shivered. So this is where it all ended, huh? No one was around for miles. She dared not cry out. She would not be known for dying crying.
// Powerplay is allowed ahead of time. A strange start to a strange character. c:
"SPEECH"