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01-15-2015, 07:22 PM
Okay so maaaaaybe this was a bad idea, and maybe Sis was right that i shouldn't try to fly just yet because my wings(Apparently fuzzies are 'wings'.) aren't ready yet blah blah blah. Should'a listened to her. Because right now i was in a tangled situation. Literally. I had been bouncing along, happy as can be and flapping my wings hard as i could to try and fly like Mum and Dad did. I kinda felt my feet lift off the ground a bit, but that was all. Buzzkill. Anyway there i was practicing my flying skills, dreaming of days when i could soar among the clouds like my parents, when it happened. Something didn't take too kindly to my hopping, and sprang up at my face and hit me square between the eyes. With a squeal i scrambled backwards, but my legs got all tangled up in themselves and i fell back into a bush. But this bush hurt. There were sharp things poking me everywhere, and i mean EVERYWHERE, so i began thrashing and kicking and hollering because i was STUCK and being POKED and there was SOMETHING ON MY FACE. But the more i struggled, the more tangled in the briar bush i became, my budding antlers getting all caught up in the briars and the thorns hooked through my mane and tail. So now i laid there, taking a break because i'd been flailing for a good long while. When i see it. A big-eyed, nasty looking thing on the tip of my nose. I wiggle my lips trying to shake it off, but it refuses to move... and it throws up on my nose. EW EW EW OH GOD EW FUCK EW I thrash my head around violently, feeling the thorns poke my cheek and neck but i give no shits. There is something ON MY FACE and it THREW UP ON ME. I was gonna die and Tempe was gonna laugh. I just knew it. "Speech" OOC: Grasshoppers are demons. I swear. @[Einarr]  |
