Ruhr
11-27-2022, 09:09 PM
The mild glow of dawn wakes him, peeking between the leaves of the copse in which he’d slept. It is still a little strange to wake with four hooves on the earth rather than in the comfort of an aerial nest. The bright-eyed Stratosian is adaptable though, and by the time he’s fully awake he’s forgotten the temporary disorientation.
His gift had been taken, the Moon Goddess had rescinded her gift. He can no longer shift, and the wings with which he takes to the sky are feathered and unremarkable.
They are strong though, and he climbs high and quickly, reaching the dampness of the clouds before the sun has fully crested the horizon. From his high altitude, Ruhr watches the sun rise, feeling the warmth on his dappled cheeks and the wind in his hair. It is not the same as a sunrise in Stratos, but he has learned to appreciate the differences, much as he has done with the handful of strangers that he has come across in this new world.
Avoiding other Stratosians means avoiding questions about his missing gift, and Ruhr has seen few of his fellow equines since his arrival in Beqanna. He means today to be no different, and so when he spies a familiar flicker of translucent wing, he begins to descend.
He lands near the edge of the dark Forest, and the long shadows of the trees throw charcoal stripes across his dappled grey coat. He shakes out the matching grey feathers of his wings, and folds them to his slender sides. Like most of his kind, Ruhr is light-boned and svelte. Despite his smaller size, there is a wiry musculature to his build, and an old limp keeps his gait from being entirely graceful as he makes his way to the shallow creek for a drink.
@Elle Belle
His gift had been taken, the Moon Goddess had rescinded her gift. He can no longer shift, and the wings with which he takes to the sky are feathered and unremarkable.
They are strong though, and he climbs high and quickly, reaching the dampness of the clouds before the sun has fully crested the horizon. From his high altitude, Ruhr watches the sun rise, feeling the warmth on his dappled cheeks and the wind in his hair. It is not the same as a sunrise in Stratos, but he has learned to appreciate the differences, much as he has done with the handful of strangers that he has come across in this new world.
Avoiding other Stratosians means avoiding questions about his missing gift, and Ruhr has seen few of his fellow equines since his arrival in Beqanna. He means today to be no different, and so when he spies a familiar flicker of translucent wing, he begins to descend.
He lands near the edge of the dark Forest, and the long shadows of the trees throw charcoal stripes across his dappled grey coat. He shakes out the matching grey feathers of his wings, and folds them to his slender sides. Like most of his kind, Ruhr is light-boned and svelte. Despite his smaller size, there is a wiry musculature to his build, and an old limp keeps his gait from being entirely graceful as he makes his way to the shallow creek for a drink.
@Elle Belle