07-24-2016, 07:42 AM
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
She too could only dream of flying. Both her parents were able to fly, although in different forms, and her young niece could fly too. The girl’s father too, but Gyps’ mother couldn’t, just like Vlinder herself. Her sister didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all, but maybe that was because she didn’t have wings or the ability to change forms. Anyway, the blue roan girl couldn’t help but to feel like a failure, unable to use the gift that was given to her and disappointing and displeasing all around her.
Vlinder stands there, just standing, tips of her wings touching the ground. She simply is too troubled to care, just dropping them and giving up all attempts to keep them neat and folded at her sides. Why should she? It’s not like she could actually do something with them, they were nothing more but decoration. A painful one that was. She had cursed them so many times already, wishing them to just disappear from time to time. Her life would’ve been so much easier without.
He catches her by surprise when he clears his throat, effectively making his presence known, and causes her to jolt up. She panics, of course she does, and when their gazes met it’s clearly visible. Along with that she looked like she got caught in the act. Vlinder backs away from the stranger, still upset and disappointed by her nth failed attempt to fly, and also afraid from what he might think, say or do. Her head is low to the ground, ears distressed turning backwards before flicking around again. If he had seen her, how many others would be there? She glances around, making sure that he was the only one, and she relaxes when she notices that that is the fact.
It is only then that she actually looks at him, still almost painfully coy and hesitant. Tears are threatening to spill from her wet eyes, they surely would if he would either taunt or pity her with words. ”H-hi.” She doesn’t say any more, sounding somewhat rusty due to how close she is to tears. Already embracing herself against the pain his next words might aflict.
Vlinder stands there, just standing, tips of her wings touching the ground. She simply is too troubled to care, just dropping them and giving up all attempts to keep them neat and folded at her sides. Why should she? It’s not like she could actually do something with them, they were nothing more but decoration. A painful one that was. She had cursed them so many times already, wishing them to just disappear from time to time. Her life would’ve been so much easier without.
He catches her by surprise when he clears his throat, effectively making his presence known, and causes her to jolt up. She panics, of course she does, and when their gazes met it’s clearly visible. Along with that she looked like she got caught in the act. Vlinder backs away from the stranger, still upset and disappointed by her nth failed attempt to fly, and also afraid from what he might think, say or do. Her head is low to the ground, ears distressed turning backwards before flicking around again. If he had seen her, how many others would be there? She glances around, making sure that he was the only one, and she relaxes when she notices that that is the fact.
It is only then that she actually looks at him, still almost painfully coy and hesitant. Tears are threatening to spill from her wet eyes, they surely would if he would either taunt or pity her with words. ”H-hi.” She doesn’t say any more, sounding somewhat rusty due to how close she is to tears. Already embracing herself against the pain his next words might aflict.
Vlinder
Zeik x Felinae