10-29-2016, 01:08 PM
Ruan
He'd stayed behind long enough to make certain their girls were tucked safely away together before he took to the skies on borrowed wings. Their family of three was quickly growing with the addition of little Heda and now his own unborn child. In a short time, fate would only bring them more, gathering friends and family to care for. They were outgrowing their forest, and change was inevitably in their horizon.
His massive wings pumped rhythmically, carrying him to her. He didn't need help finding her, all he had to do was follow the light in his soul, the heartbeat that was not his yet still belonged to him.
Sweet wind brushed through his feathers, and he memorized the feel of it. A soft yet sharp sensation, one that lingers after landing like a vibration of energy. One day he would lose this gift, and despite his initial reservations on the matter, he was secretly growing quite fond of them. They'd taken him swiftly to Reagan when she needed him most, confused and disoriented after the Reckoning. They'd sheltered his little Jinju when she was overwhelmed. Perhaps soon they will even assist him in teaching Heda how to manage her own little wings.
But he would be stripped of them some day. It was simply how these things worked.
At the sight of his grey goddess, he swept gracefully to the ground, dropping into a gentle lope with the last beat of his wings. He slowed seamlessly into a walk, dark mane shifting with the rise and fall of his head as he joined the gathering silently without interrupting. He first reached out to blow gently on his growing babe, teasing the hair on her side. His child. The warmth of pride spread through him and he straightened to share the love in his eyes with his Reagan.
A little girl threw herself at her then, crying out in glee and he smiled and reached to blow curiously at her nose. It was a collection of friends and family, and he instantly felt at ease with the strangers. How could he not, with the happiness in his mate's eyes at seeing them. This was Reggie's gathering though, and he would wait to be introduced.
His massive wings pumped rhythmically, carrying him to her. He didn't need help finding her, all he had to do was follow the light in his soul, the heartbeat that was not his yet still belonged to him.
Sweet wind brushed through his feathers, and he memorized the feel of it. A soft yet sharp sensation, one that lingers after landing like a vibration of energy. One day he would lose this gift, and despite his initial reservations on the matter, he was secretly growing quite fond of them. They'd taken him swiftly to Reagan when she needed him most, confused and disoriented after the Reckoning. They'd sheltered his little Jinju when she was overwhelmed. Perhaps soon they will even assist him in teaching Heda how to manage her own little wings.
But he would be stripped of them some day. It was simply how these things worked.
At the sight of his grey goddess, he swept gracefully to the ground, dropping into a gentle lope with the last beat of his wings. He slowed seamlessly into a walk, dark mane shifting with the rise and fall of his head as he joined the gathering silently without interrupting. He first reached out to blow gently on his growing babe, teasing the hair on her side. His child. The warmth of pride spread through him and he straightened to share the love in his eyes with his Reagan.
A little girl threw herself at her then, crying out in glee and he smiled and reached to blow curiously at her nose. It was a collection of friends and family, and he instantly felt at ease with the strangers. How could he not, with the happiness in his mate's eyes at seeing them. This was Reggie's gathering though, and he would wait to be introduced.
