01-31-2022, 06:51 PM
Summer was so close Kestrell could feel it. The heat of today’s dying sun felt like scorching claws, raking warmth down the length of his back as he flew through low-hanging clouds. It was a simple joy of his to take flight whenever he felt too comfortable in one place, and for some reason today just felt like an exceptionally good day to fly far away from the place he’d bedded last night.
Flapping his wings, Kestrell huffed the clear, icy scent of the cloud’s particles and opened his mouth just to feel them melt on his tongue. He was blissful, his body stretched to its fullest length despite his forelegs, both of which stayed firmly tucked to his spotted belly. There’s nothing in the entire world quite like this feeling, he thought as he broke through the floating sky fluff, shaking his handsome jaw as the heat soaked into his muscles and dried his fur.
It was akin to godhood.
Blinking the frost from his eyes, Kestrell growled and felt a surge of beastial energy overtake him. He wanted to feel speed, and in response his wings arced and swept through the air currents at his command, pushing him faster until the wind screamed in his ears. He could feel every muscle protesting, but the sensation was too incredible to stop. Grinning madly, the pegasus stallion pressed them to his neck and kept flying, ignoring the first foggy craig that suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Fuck.” He darted to the side just before smacking into the thing, only slightly annoyed at how his heart jumped.
He didn’t even have time to level out before another one appeared, and he yanked himself violently to the other side to avoid that one. The effort was useless; more and more popped up, leaving Kestrell to zigzag frantically through a heavy fog as the threat of death loomed around every corner. He couldn’t catch his breath to think; there was only the instinct to react and try to make it out of the deadly maze, dodging each obstacle in fear of losing his life.
The damned meadow! He thought. Out there the clouds would be sparse, and the night sky would be clearing up with such nice weather. He could land there, if only he could reach it. Kestrell lifted his nose and anchored himself to a break in the clouds, thinking it was the distant gleam of a soft, bright star that he could see through the hazy dark, and then he let go -
A second later he came coasting down through the valley, cutting through the clear night sky to land in a thudding canter. His breath came in short, frantic gasps while he laughed, happy to be alive. The feeling of his misadventure coursed through his battered body like a high.
He chuckled softly, blinking his eyes against the brilliant shine of a night sky scattered with winking lights, and lifted his head to eye a strangely glowing mare nearby - no doubt the source of his anchor, as she seemed to be alone at the very edges of this very empty meadow.
“I’ve never been happier to see a gleaming horse.” Kestrell called out to her, his voice a charming bass. He slowed from a trot and paced closer, stopping to toss his head and let the steam curl off his skin in the cool dark.
Flapping his wings, Kestrell huffed the clear, icy scent of the cloud’s particles and opened his mouth just to feel them melt on his tongue. He was blissful, his body stretched to its fullest length despite his forelegs, both of which stayed firmly tucked to his spotted belly. There’s nothing in the entire world quite like this feeling, he thought as he broke through the floating sky fluff, shaking his handsome jaw as the heat soaked into his muscles and dried his fur.
It was akin to godhood.
Blinking the frost from his eyes, Kestrell growled and felt a surge of beastial energy overtake him. He wanted to feel speed, and in response his wings arced and swept through the air currents at his command, pushing him faster until the wind screamed in his ears. He could feel every muscle protesting, but the sensation was too incredible to stop. Grinning madly, the pegasus stallion pressed them to his neck and kept flying, ignoring the first foggy craig that suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Fuck.” He darted to the side just before smacking into the thing, only slightly annoyed at how his heart jumped.
He didn’t even have time to level out before another one appeared, and he yanked himself violently to the other side to avoid that one. The effort was useless; more and more popped up, leaving Kestrell to zigzag frantically through a heavy fog as the threat of death loomed around every corner. He couldn’t catch his breath to think; there was only the instinct to react and try to make it out of the deadly maze, dodging each obstacle in fear of losing his life.
The damned meadow! He thought. Out there the clouds would be sparse, and the night sky would be clearing up with such nice weather. He could land there, if only he could reach it. Kestrell lifted his nose and anchored himself to a break in the clouds, thinking it was the distant gleam of a soft, bright star that he could see through the hazy dark, and then he let go -
A second later he came coasting down through the valley, cutting through the clear night sky to land in a thudding canter. His breath came in short, frantic gasps while he laughed, happy to be alive. The feeling of his misadventure coursed through his battered body like a high.
He chuckled softly, blinking his eyes against the brilliant shine of a night sky scattered with winking lights, and lifted his head to eye a strangely glowing mare nearby - no doubt the source of his anchor, as she seemed to be alone at the very edges of this very empty meadow.
“I’ve never been happier to see a gleaming horse.” Kestrell called out to her, his voice a charming bass. He slowed from a trot and paced closer, stopping to toss his head and let the steam curl off his skin in the cool dark.
@Ciri