03-26-2016, 03:37 PM
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
A deep frown paints her young features as sweat soaks her coat. Her flanks her heaving heavily, in sync with her fast breathing. She pushes herself, grunting as she stretches her wings out for the nth time. Her muscles ache and she’s tired, o so tired, but her mind isn’t set on giving up. As Vlinder grits her teeth together she moves her wings again, flapping them like a bird when she tries to get up from the ground. She can feel the wind underneath her wings, the gust swirling pas her wet coat, and she feels her weight leaving the ground. But she never gets further than that, always stumbling back on the ground again as she tries to jump into the air.
The black roan girl had sneaked away from her mother’s side, not wanting to trouble the bluish mare with her antics. She had seen the worried look in Felinae’s eyes before and she had absolutely not liked it. It was like she let her mother down, that she was a failure. Little did she know that her mother only worried about her daughter’s mental wellbeing, afraid that the fact that she couldn’t fly would affect her in other ways than just that.
With teary eyes she gives up and let her blue heron like wings flop down to the ground. Upset with herself, and the fact that she cannot get her wings to carry her up in the sky, she stomps her hoof on the ground, tail flicking through the air angrily. But that is it then. Her head falls a little towards the ground and as she starts walking towards the now fully restored tree she lets her wings drag across the ground. Vlinder is just too tired, both mentally and physically, to tuck them back against her sides again. So she lets them just hang down, dragging them through the snowy ground as she tries to find comfort near their magic tree.
The black roan girl had sneaked away from her mother’s side, not wanting to trouble the bluish mare with her antics. She had seen the worried look in Felinae’s eyes before and she had absolutely not liked it. It was like she let her mother down, that she was a failure. Little did she know that her mother only worried about her daughter’s mental wellbeing, afraid that the fact that she couldn’t fly would affect her in other ways than just that.
With teary eyes she gives up and let her blue heron like wings flop down to the ground. Upset with herself, and the fact that she cannot get her wings to carry her up in the sky, she stomps her hoof on the ground, tail flicking through the air angrily. But that is it then. Her head falls a little towards the ground and as she starts walking towards the now fully restored tree she lets her wings drag across the ground. Vlinder is just too tired, both mentally and physically, to tuck them back against her sides again. So she lets them just hang down, dragging them through the snowy ground as she tries to find comfort near their magic tree.
Vlinder
Zeik x Felinae