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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8 |
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11-20-2012, 11:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-22-2012, 10:05 PM by Zikar-Sin.)
....Did that hurt you...?
The snow had begun falling earlier that day; sheets of the silvery, powdery cold had fallen all during the sunlight's hour, blanketing the landscape in an empty canvas of white. The wind blew bitter and vengeful; the snow stuck and clung to the frozen earth and the quaking boughs of the naked trees. The invisible cloud that brought forth this unforgiving vista clung to the skies above for the duration of the day, mocking the Banished Sun God's domain by blotting out warm rays of hope. The cloud was ever so cheeky, for as the sun began to make its decent, the cloud dissipated-- so that by the time the sky was inky black and adorned with its cloak of diamonds, the sky was clear and blemish free, moon-less; it was a perfect night to survey the heavens, if one so wished.
Nature is cruel to his subjects, and the fickle nature of the cosmos is liable to damn the most innocent of souls. Such was the fate of the robin fledgling that sat at the dappled-one's hooves. The poor bird was old enough for flight, his wing feathers having come in nicely; however, the fledgling lacked the experience and caution to survive the winter storm unscathed. His bones were brittle, as was characteristic of his kind. The storm proved powerful enough to break them, snapping the wing as easily as Sin might snap a fallen branch with his hoof.
How interesting.
Ice-blue eyes watched the protesting fledgling closely, observing the bird's awkward movement and jerky reflexes. Sin had never encountered a sky creature confined to the earth before, and he found this instance immensely interesting. The wing was broken; that was their mechanism for flight, then? How could something so fragile imbue such a sought-after ability as flight? And was there any way to fix this appendage to restore that ability? Was there any way of stealing this ability?
Sin snorted, his warm breath ruffling the annoyed fledgling's feathers; he took a moment to fully enjoy the effect. Inching a cloven hoof toward the tiny bird, he carefully trapped the broken wing-tip to the ground, forcing a garbled TWEET to emit from the injured bird. Sin tried to keep the pressure light to avoid further fracture of the bird's wing-- but it was in vain, as he heard the unmistakable snick, crick-crick POP of snapping bones. Very brittle bones, he surmised.
Dragging the wing-tip through the snow with his hoof, Sin stretched the wing taut, ignoring the bird's strangled cries and awkward fluttering for freedom. His eyes were opened wide, and stared like glassy orbs as he observed the shape of the wing. Was the secret of flight etched into the curves of the primary feather; buried in the depths of the secondaries? Sin's mind was a-whorl.
My, but what an exciting pass-time Science was!
...Forgive Me...
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The Tree Of Knowledge, Forbidden [Plague(?)]
