What could have been

[OPEN] What could have been

Rhoa Posts: 175

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5

Colt :: Pegasus :: 17hh :: 3 HP: 65 | Buff: ENDURE

Odd

11-24-2014, 03:08 PM

I flew. I say this because it's a big deal. Before I realize what I was doing was flailing not flying. My wings moved and I sort of ... well, moved through the air, but it wasn't flying. I know that now, and the reason I know it is because this is flying.

I like the way the embers under my wings appear to pulse with the wind, almost as if they were real embers. I wonder if Ivezho's whole body would do the same? I bet that would look cool. I miss Ivezho and wish he were here. Has he learned to fly rather than flail? Probably. I bet Mother has taught him. This makes me grumbly, but only a little. I know that it isn't his fault that he has Mother, but I still can't help but feel that it's unfair that I'm here with Father. He's always busy, patrolling and fighting and then just ... disappearing. I don't know. I'm sure he's busy it's just ... Well, it's like i'm losing stories. When i'm older I won't have a story to tell about when my Father taught me to fly. Oh sure I'll have one about me teaching myself but ... well, right now it doesn't feel like it's as good.

I'm still young. I still want my family, but I feel like I don't have them.

Well enough of that, back to flying. Here's the other thing I've learned about it: it's hard work. My muscles already feel heavy and burn-y and intuitively I know that I should land. I angle myself downwards and sort of begin to flail again. Nervously I throw my wings open causing me to swerve and sort of bounce in the air. Grunting, I throw my head backwards which causes me to stall out - and, you guessed it, fall. My wings flap helplessly as my gray body tumbles towards the Earth. I've slowed slightly, but I can already tell this is going to -

OOOOMMPHHHHH

-hurt.

I managed to fall onto a plant, but there are enough rocks around to make me feel instantly achy. Wearily I pull myself to my hooves and cast a glance over my shoulder to inspect the damage. A few scrapes, no big deal. It hurts, but I know that I should be tough ... and if I can't be tough, I should act tough. I know that's what Father would want. Perhaps if Mother were here I would let the tears that stung my eyes fall to my cheeks, but she isn't, so I won't. I tilt my nose upwards to hold the tears in check, exhaling sharply to try and force the pain out of my body.

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