10-25-2020, 03:54 PM
The Pampas feel empty this morning. After a few hours spent grazing and a quick swim, Clegane wanders for a while, stirring up meadow flowers and chasing the shadow of a soaring kite. His legs seem to carry him to the eastern edge of the territory on their own accord, a place he did not travel often. But no companions are to be found as he roams, and he continues on until he reaches the bay. Silver eyes follow the tree-darkened coastline as he halts in the sand, deciding that he didn't feel like turning around and going back.
The stallion crosses the inlet to avoid traveling through Loess, then follows the coast. His heels dip into the salty water as her walks, a light dusting of frost forming on his coat despite the warm sunshine and gentle breeze. He stays clear of the shadows of the trees when possible, but inevitably, and he comes parallel with the woodlands, the features of his face tighten and his step grows wary.
A wolf holws somewhere in The Forest, miles off but still far too close.
"This was a terrible idea..." he murmurs to himself, turning to face the way he had come and inwardly groaning at the miles he had traveled. A wind lifts his made from his thick crest, rustling his feathers and giving him an idea. He takes a few quick steps towards the pampas, spreading his wings like he had one-hundred times before. With a swoosh that whips up a storm of sand, he brings them down with one powerful movement.
But just like all the other times, it doesn't work. His feet lift as he makes a modest effort to fling his weight skyward, but the fear or the difficulty of flight stop him again, and he tucks his wings back above his topline where they always sat dormant, just for show.
The stallion crosses the inlet to avoid traveling through Loess, then follows the coast. His heels dip into the salty water as her walks, a light dusting of frost forming on his coat despite the warm sunshine and gentle breeze. He stays clear of the shadows of the trees when possible, but inevitably, and he comes parallel with the woodlands, the features of his face tighten and his step grows wary.
A wolf holws somewhere in The Forest, miles off but still far too close.
"This was a terrible idea..." he murmurs to himself, turning to face the way he had come and inwardly groaning at the miles he had traveled. A wind lifts his made from his thick crest, rustling his feathers and giving him an idea. He takes a few quick steps towards the pampas, spreading his wings like he had one-hundred times before. With a swoosh that whips up a storm of sand, he brings them down with one powerful movement.
But just like all the other times, it doesn't work. His feet lift as he makes a modest effort to fling his weight skyward, but the fear or the difficulty of flight stop him again, and he tucks his wings back above his topline where they always sat dormant, just for show.
clegane
@[Radar]
