we're death defying, coming in like lightning
To say Roue’s transition into his draconic nature had been graceful would be a lie. Not just a tiny, innocent little white lie either, but a giant, honkin’ stinker of a lie. He can’t really remember when he had gone from being perpetually stuck somewhere in between to being able to exist in both forms of his nature. He can however, distinctly recall the first moment he had embraced the change.
It was a wildly embarrassing moment he greatly prefers to forget. Unfortunately for him, getting trapped in a strange and awkward amalgamation of horse and dragon for days is not something one can easily erase from one’s memories. To this day, he gets nervous when he transitions despite the fact that he hasn’t gotten stuck in ages.
Another thing no one ever mentions is the learning curve. He still struggles to remember to compensate for his size. Which he is reminded of today. Quite forcefully.
He had gotten hungry, you see. And, not wanting to shift for reasons previously mentioned, he decided to hunt instead of graze. Much to his delight, he had found a deer quite quickly while scouting from above. He had dove for it, and, much less to his delight, it had noticed him and ran. Roue had then attempted to correct his course and shift from dive to chase.
You might be able to guess where this is going.
He did manage to make the midair twist, but his momentum, having brought closer to the ground than he anticipated, caused him to clip his wing against that unforgiving surface. This had, quite unfortunately, thrown his careful balance off and sent him tumbling. A bit of frantic flapping and graceless scrabbling of his talons had allowed him to slow himself down, but he had still crashed. Hard.
Which brings us to the present. With Roue lying in a splayed heap at the end of a short runway of freshly bared dirt and a single toppled sapling. A groan escapes him as his tail thumps belatedly to the ground, the sad finale of a very awkward comedy of errors.
Gods, he hopes no one had seen that.
roué
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