Winter was coming. Up in the mountains, where Silk had not yet ventured, he knew there would be much snow. Down in the lower lands it had yet to come down in force, but every now and then there were small snow showers, briefly coating the ground before it would melt. His winter coat had grown out and he was quite fluffy all over - except, of course, for his leathery wings. No fur nor feathers had grown there and they never would. It didn't bother him. Perhaps when he was young he would have been defensive of his different appearance, but as he'd gotten old her had learned to love the odd-looking things. They were just as good at carrying him through the skies as any feathered wings were, and that was really all that mattered. Plus, he had claws that he could use to scratch with if needed. That was a handy add-on.

But he wasn't in the the mountains. He was in Heavenly Fields. The grass was dying, but there were still patches of green that were good for eating. Grass was nutritious, sure, but he had recently gotten a taste of horse blood - and that had tasted awfully good. Of course, he was not ready to divulge this information to anyone else. Generally any form of cannibalism was frowned upon, and Silk was still a big fan of grass that actually fed his body. He stopped as he reached a patch, and nudged it with his muzzle. He'd lost his appetite for the green stuff, and instead lay down and rolled, scratching his body upon the dead grass, softening the touch with the healthy. He rose and shook, flexing his wings. With his winter coat the air felt good, the grass felt good, his wings felt good. The stretch of his muscles carried a small bit of pain, and it felt refreshing.

The small wound that Parelia had given him to his jaw was annoying, but had caused no real problems. That small pulse was combined with the good pain, and Silk grunted. He'd have words - or more - with that childish punk some later time. He was not sure how he felt about her when they first met, and it seemed that their interactions went somewhat downhill from there. It did not seem like a big loss to him. Maybe they'd spar, and he could taste her blood again. Satanic indeed.


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Satanic Silk