The cave life was not his style, the winged warrior would much rather be soaring through the skies right about now. Getting lost in twist and groove of the carved underground rocks didn’t fancy him much. Blindly, he moved through the darkness, twin soldiers standing at attention, listening to the deafening silence of darkness. How he had ended up down here, was another story. It’s what he got for aimlessly wondering, trying to explore this strange new place. He stood in the sand, listening to whispers carry though the howling winter storm above.

Pink tongue lapped against his lips, tasting the air around him, its iron filled must playing upon his taste buds, causing a sour frown to crease his plush mug. A soft whisper of a voice, directed his attention from the musty taste of oxygen, and he gazed his golden eyes into the blackness. It was almost painful, eyes reflecting off nothing, straining to find a fix on any light what so ever- but there was none; only darkness cloaked him now, and even a stallion of war was uneasy about its haunting blindness.

The unique sound of sand shifting under pressure sliced through the silence like a blade. Someone or something was coming. Wings unraveled from his sides, extending horizontal and downwards against the slightly warmer sands. Nostrils flare, inhaling the scent of another. Blinded back darkness, I remained frozen, in hopes this creature, this thing wouldn’t reach out and brush against me.

The sound got closer, and his breathing increased in an anxious attempt to calm himself he side stepped away from the direction he though the sound was coming from.

But he was mistaken.

His eyes filled with terror, when he felt his wings brush into what he hoped was the side of the cave, his wing folded in as he neared it quickly, his nose extending, wanting to feel its cold walls against his skin. But to his shock and surprise, it was no cave wall- it was warm and breathing.

"Who goes there!" His voice masculine, and on the defense as he shuffled backwards away from the creature he had encountered. Sparks of blue lightning sputtering about his legs and wings for only seconds in a moment of excitement. What little light had illuminated wasn't enough to light what stood before him; but it could probably have seen him now.

@[Nasreen]