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01-08-2014, 11:57 AM
"Can you do that? Just give your wing to someone else?" A calmness took over his voice as his brain began to process what she had just said. If she could do that, it ment that he was able to do that in return. He also knew that he would never accept such a sacrifice from someone who had already felt how it was to fly. Truth be told, he had never been more than a foot over the surface, and still he did not want it. Yeah, he knew what he said about the beeing the master of the sky-thing, but he had not ment it that way. He wanted to master the sky from the earth, not by air."You can have my wing. Or both of them. I don't want to fly, Africa. I've never done it before." Was there an undertone of fear in his voice or had he become so chill by the rain that it affected his speech. It could be both, for he had just realized what he had done. He had scared her, showed her the darker side of himself; the one who could take what he pleased and not think of others. He sounded almost like a spoiled colt as he repeated himself."I don't want to fly." Other ways. Talk of Gods. How could they help him? He did not keep any of the close to his heart or in his mind, for they had never answered any of his pleadings. He had only accepted their existence because of Africa. She was his friend and that was what friends did. They accepted all, no matter how hard it was. He threw her a glance as she reached out for him and he almost wanted to meet her half way, if they had not been interrupted. What met his eyes, was something out of a nightmare. A horse so tattered and sickly that the only thing keeping it together, was its bones. He wanted to flee in that instant, but he could not live with himself if he did. Africa's voice shook the air. He almost wanted to tell her that if they wanted to warn the herd, they first had to get away from this..thing. He never got the chance to tell her. The creature vomited up a mess of god knows what towards them and all his thoughts gave way to an instinct that told him to get out. His hind legs did lifted him up to jump away, but even in the chaos, he did not know if it was enought. Walking "Talking" Windwalker |
