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12-02-2014, 01:49 AM
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Gull
Trouble just grew wings... Like a fist unclenching, Frostfall is slowly releasing its icy grip on Helovia. Winter is finally over, and the land seems to be just as relieved as you are. The ice is melting, making the trees appear as if they’re crying tears of joy. As for you, you’re just happy that the weather’s clear enough for flying and that soon, there will be enough green things to fill your belly. You glide down into a grove of weeping willows, feathers rustling gently as you settle your wings on your back. Glancing around and finding no one, you begin to wander through the trees, pawing methodically at the snow to expose the wilted grass beneath. When you grow bored with the scant grazing, you amuse yourself by exploring the grove, ducking in and out of the curtains of branches. Playfully, you grasp a bunch of the fronds between your teeth and tug, causing slush to rain down in a freezing shower. You yank harder, roughhousing with the tree out of pure boredom. It almost makes you miss your idiot friends back home—almost. You learned early on that it was best not to get too attached. Even if you were to go back to that place today, you wonder how many familiar faces would be left to greet you. Surely winter has not left the herd unscathed…sometimes you wonder if there’s still a herd at all on that glorified rock in the middle of the sea. However, you’re whipped out of your thoughts (quite literally) when the branches, wet with snow and slobber, slip through your teeth and snap you sharply in the face. You yell, stumbling backwards, giving the tree your best death glare. Good thing nobody’s around to see this, you think, turning away with a grunt. @[Aurelia] "talk talk talk" |
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