08-01-2016, 11:19 PM
stay close to me while the sky is falling
The warmth of day had yet to hit its peak, but it was impossible to ignore - so often she hid away within the canopy of pines, soothed by their sweet shade and the delicate breeze that wafted between their tight crevices, and now the weight of sunlight held so much more of a burden on her.
Her dark coat glimmers gently in the light, and her feathers bristle in the rather uncomfortable heat as she extends her stiff wings to each side of her slender body. Though a gentle sheen of sweat begins to cover her body and tickle along the nape of her neck, she presses on, her doe eyed gaze curious as the stench of sex and testosterone overwhelms her mind.
It is not often that she ventures out away from the coastline, and yet something pulls her to the wavering golden wheat that laps so gently at her long legs, bathing her beneath the rays of sunlight that beat down mercilessly. She gives a brief toss of her tresses, much of which sticks to her damp coat, while several strands fall in the way of her bright eyes.
A low chuckle rumbles from her throat as her gaze lingers on the mousy blue roan female tucked away beneath a few draping branches, and for a long moment, she wonders why she chose such a wretched, blistering day to spread her wings.
She tucks her chin close to her neck for a moment, the heavy, curved horns atop her head gleaming in the light as she observes her. Quietly, she steps forward, rustling the lapping grasses as she nears her. Her voice rings out through the air long before her body can reach her, her tone gleeful and kind, albeit amused. "You must not be from around here - never turn your back to the open field," Her dark eyes glance out onto the open plain, the feathers on her wings bristling once more. "there are few that you can trust. My name is Misra, and I am from the Chamber - what is your name?"
Her dark coat glimmers gently in the light, and her feathers bristle in the rather uncomfortable heat as she extends her stiff wings to each side of her slender body. Though a gentle sheen of sweat begins to cover her body and tickle along the nape of her neck, she presses on, her doe eyed gaze curious as the stench of sex and testosterone overwhelms her mind.
It is not often that she ventures out away from the coastline, and yet something pulls her to the wavering golden wheat that laps so gently at her long legs, bathing her beneath the rays of sunlight that beat down mercilessly. She gives a brief toss of her tresses, much of which sticks to her damp coat, while several strands fall in the way of her bright eyes.
A low chuckle rumbles from her throat as her gaze lingers on the mousy blue roan female tucked away beneath a few draping branches, and for a long moment, she wonders why she chose such a wretched, blistering day to spread her wings.
She tucks her chin close to her neck for a moment, the heavy, curved horns atop her head gleaming in the light as she observes her. Quietly, she steps forward, rustling the lapping grasses as she nears her. Her voice rings out through the air long before her body can reach her, her tone gleeful and kind, albeit amused. "You must not be from around here - never turn your back to the open field," Her dark eyes glance out onto the open plain, the feathers on her wings bristling once more. "there are few that you can trust. My name is Misra, and I am from the Chamber - what is your name?"
Misra