//oh boy, here we go again
he has an injury on the back of his head, and it's bleeding - he's not in danger of dying of blood loss tho
also he's not wearing a button hat yet that'll come later
A rough ride didn't begin to describe it. Everything hurt, from his- um... t-to his... what? What happened? No, nevermind, he couldn't remember. It hurt really bad, though. A skinny neck trembled with a swallow. Dark, beady eyes cracked open, squinting against the harsh invasion of filtered sunlight and blurred, swaying surroundings. Ugh. The room refused to fall still, and it was making him nauseas. Eyelids squeezed shut again.
The small dark form waited silently for his senses to pull themselves out from the murky darkness. He could feel grass underneath him, tickling his face and feet. A breeze tugged gently at him and chilled the back of his head. Various creatures chirped and chittered around him. Daringly, he opened his eyes again. Blurry shapes began to settle into focus. Forest...? When did he go into the forest?
Rolling onto his belly, he pushed himself up onto spindly gray legs, stumbled, then fell back down. A hiss of breath escaped his mouth. Something didn't feel right. His body didn't feel right. But he couldn't place what was off. Attempt number two. Legs straightened and his body rose from the ground. Swaying in an almost comical, drunken way, he fell back onto his butt. His feet. He stared at his feet, still squinting as if he had just woken from a deep sleep. They didn't look right. But they didn't look wrong, either. What was wrong?
He tried to rub the back of his head, which throbbed with a painful headache. Wait, no, he can't reach. Why did he try? Dark, glossy feathers unfolded as he spread one of his wings. Yeah, wings. Wings... He blinked. Yeah, yeah- wings. That was fine. Wasn't it? He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, but he was really, really sleepy. There wasn't enough energy for him to care. Feathery chest puffing out with a breath, he settled back into the grass and let his eyes slip shut again.
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #5163a0 - TAGShe has an injury on the back of his head, and it's bleeding - he's not in danger of dying of blood loss tho
also he's not wearing a button hat yet that'll come later
A rough ride didn't begin to describe it. Everything hurt, from his- um... t-to his... what? What happened? No, nevermind, he couldn't remember. It hurt really bad, though. A skinny neck trembled with a swallow. Dark, beady eyes cracked open, squinting against the harsh invasion of filtered sunlight and blurred, swaying surroundings. Ugh. The room refused to fall still, and it was making him nauseas. Eyelids squeezed shut again.
The small dark form waited silently for his senses to pull themselves out from the murky darkness. He could feel grass underneath him, tickling his face and feet. A breeze tugged gently at him and chilled the back of his head. Various creatures chirped and chittered around him. Daringly, he opened his eyes again. Blurry shapes began to settle into focus. Forest...? When did he go into the forest?
Rolling onto his belly, he pushed himself up onto spindly gray legs, stumbled, then fell back down. A hiss of breath escaped his mouth. Something didn't feel right. His body didn't feel right. But he couldn't place what was off. Attempt number two. Legs straightened and his body rose from the ground. Swaying in an almost comical, drunken way, he fell back onto his butt. His feet. He stared at his feet, still squinting as if he had just woken from a deep sleep. They didn't look right. But they didn't look wrong, either. What was wrong?
He tried to rub the back of his head, which throbbed with a painful headache. Wait, no, he can't reach. Why did he try? Dark, glossy feathers unfolded as he spread one of his wings. Yeah, wings. Wings... He blinked. Yeah, yeah- wings. That was fine. Wasn't it? He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, but he was really, really sleepy. There wasn't enough energy for him to care. Feathery chest puffing out with a breath, he settled back into the grass and let his eyes slip shut again.
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THIS IS THE FLIGHT OF A THOUSAND WISHES
SURELY, AT LEAST ONE WILL REACH THE HEAVENS — RIGHT?
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