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12-18-2013, 03:48 PM
Windwalker was his name and like the wind, he could do a lot of damage in a very short period of time. Why they had changed his name after the accident he did not know, but it surely felt like they mocked him from beyond the grave. He snorted as his thoughts drifted away, only to be drawn back whenever a twig got caught in his wings or a stone on the ground almost made him loose his balance.
His thoughts was spinning back to all the failed attempts to fly, each one more painful then the last. When he thought about it, he may have made it worse by never taking a rest after falling or when he got bruised. How stupid was he! Of course he made it worse! His eyes narrowed yet they did not see the forest around him. Every leaf, flower, stone or creature was just..there. There and nothing more. What he would do to just be...well..anything or anyone. He pictured himself flying high over the clouds, the touch of the sun on his back and the wind supporting him.
Suddenly the sky and the cloud was replaced by the ground. He was so far into his own world, that the log who blocked his path went unnoticed. If he had paid just a little more attention to his surroundings, he could have avoided it. But no. He fell head first, wings flapping desperately and with a thud, he landed on the ground. He could taste the dirt in his mouth as he tried to figure out what exactly had happened, but all he could remember was the feeling of flying. So he laid there, thinking about how extremely stupid it must have looked. He did not attempt to get up, but rather decided that fate had told him it was time for a rest.
His thoughts was spinning back to all the failed attempts to fly, each one more painful then the last. When he thought about it, he may have made it worse by never taking a rest after falling or when he got bruised. How stupid was he! Of course he made it worse! His eyes narrowed yet they did not see the forest around him. Every leaf, flower, stone or creature was just..there. There and nothing more. What he would do to just be...well..anything or anyone. He pictured himself flying high over the clouds, the touch of the sun on his back and the wind supporting him.
Suddenly the sky and the cloud was replaced by the ground. He was so far into his own world, that the log who blocked his path went unnoticed. If he had paid just a little more attention to his surroundings, he could have avoided it. But no. He fell head first, wings flapping desperately and with a thud, he landed on the ground. He could taste the dirt in his mouth as he tried to figure out what exactly had happened, but all he could remember was the feeling of flying. So he laid there, thinking about how extremely stupid it must have looked. He did not attempt to get up, but rather decided that fate had told him it was time for a rest.
