Rudy's wings beat against the dark night, the cold gripping his legs as they rhythmically rolled in a galloping motion as if he were running on the clouds. Small droplets of rain fell on his wings, turning to ice as he flew higher and faster. His large, feathered wings removed the ice with powerful downwards motions, muscles and feathers working together to keep the muscled beast in the air. The red creature climbed higher and higher, wings pulling him into the sky and gripping his body with its cold hands.
Instantaneously, Rudy closed his wings tight over his ribcage and turned his body, head directed towards the ground. The red stallion twisted his body quickly, sending all of his movements in a tornado fashion as he rocketed towards the Heavenly Field below. His adrenaline pumped up, Rudy watched the ground approach rapidly. His heart thud, thud, thudded against his chest hard. Three, two, one... The stallion twisted his body again, legs bracing towards the ground as his wings unfurled and filled with a strong gust. Rudy's face contorted in pain as he was lifted into the sky once more, a pain starting at the base of his wings. Through his pain, Rudy's smile was radiant.
The red stallion flew some more, banking and flipping and rolling over for hours. He enjoyed flying at night amongst the moon. He didn't get as warm as quickly, and he always seemed to have the sky to himself. He thrived for the day time, for power from the fireball in the sky to warm his muscles--but at night he was beautiful and equally as powerful. Letting the wind keep him gliding Rudy made large, sweeping circles until he landed, shaking his wings as he trotted and shook himself out. He felt so alive, he could die and be a happy stallion.
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