05-10-2016, 04:45 PM
"It's alright sweetie. You can rest." The little purple and magenta colt didn't want to rest. He wanted to stay up but he couldn't get his damn eyes to stay open. His mother nudged him gently encouraging him to rest but he shakes his head stubbornly and then moves away from her warmth to test out his legs some more. They were weak and awkward but he would figure it out if it killed him. His purple wings were tucked at his sides until they weren't and he would extend them out for balance.
The first time he did that he stopped and turned his head to look at them. He touched the feathers with his lips feeling the softness and delicacy in them. He could feel the extra muscles moving under his purple fur and experimentally flapped them up and down. Tilting his head he flapped harder until his muscles started to ache. He looked over his shoulder at his mom, tucking them back into his sides like she did before he moved steadily on in a small circle.
Excitement and fear clashed in his chest as he heard the sudden whistling and whooshing of something in the air above. He cranes his head, looking for the sound until that something was almost landing. He turns his body around, facing this new person backing up until his butt was touching his mother's chest.
His little eyes narrow. His ears flicker backwards into his scruffy mane as the harsh tone erupts from the male before him. He is quiet until he asks his name and then the little rascal pipes up. "Chaol!" He says it as a statement almost defiant in his tone as he eyes this stallion before him.
His attention is pulled away after a moment of silence when a tiny hummingbird flits around them. Chaol is fascinated watching as it's tiny wings move so fast. With his thoughts the wings on his back change from the color of his coat to the color of the hummingbird wings and then they begin to shrink and shrink until they were the exact size. Humming comes from his back as they move and he looks over his shoulder in surprise. "Momma...Did I break them?" He says, almost in a small panic over the wings that he used to have compared to the wings he had now, but even before his eyes they were changing back to his purple wings and he breathes a sigh of relief.
The first time he did that he stopped and turned his head to look at them. He touched the feathers with his lips feeling the softness and delicacy in them. He could feel the extra muscles moving under his purple fur and experimentally flapped them up and down. Tilting his head he flapped harder until his muscles started to ache. He looked over his shoulder at his mom, tucking them back into his sides like she did before he moved steadily on in a small circle.
Excitement and fear clashed in his chest as he heard the sudden whistling and whooshing of something in the air above. He cranes his head, looking for the sound until that something was almost landing. He turns his body around, facing this new person backing up until his butt was touching his mother's chest.
His little eyes narrow. His ears flicker backwards into his scruffy mane as the harsh tone erupts from the male before him. He is quiet until he asks his name and then the little rascal pipes up. "Chaol!" He says it as a statement almost defiant in his tone as he eyes this stallion before him.
His attention is pulled away after a moment of silence when a tiny hummingbird flits around them. Chaol is fascinated watching as it's tiny wings move so fast. With his thoughts the wings on his back change from the color of his coat to the color of the hummingbird wings and then they begin to shrink and shrink until they were the exact size. Humming comes from his back as they move and he looks over his shoulder in surprise. "Momma...Did I break them?" He says, almost in a small panic over the wings that he used to have compared to the wings he had now, but even before his eyes they were changing back to his purple wings and he breathes a sigh of relief.
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