Post by haley on Mar 30, 2011 18:40:07 GMT -5
Veira flew, high up, her fur rippling because of the wind. The muscles in her wing arms stretched and burned from the strenuous activity, building up and getting stronger.
She was high above the desert sands, breathing fresh air and enjoying the certain sense of nothingness that was there in the desert. The hot sun pounded onto her back, her black fur and feathers easily absorbing it. The breeze more than compensated, though, cooling her off enough to feel slightly chilled.
The hot dry air going into strong lungs, the sun reflecting off of orange-red eyes, the dark brown-red of her burn spots almost glowing in the sun...
Veira knew she was a beautiful sight while she was flying. Especially in deserts, that always seemed to compliment her coloring. She had once passed herself off as a goddess in a desert. It was far away, when she was wandering around after Davyn's death. They had never seen a Keiyou before, and had assumed she was a winged godess to be worshipped.
They'd say the same of any other species that they would have seen that they weren't. The species themselves were a rather plain, drab race. Not like Lupus with control of the elements, nor could they really do anything special. They mostly scavenged off of the land and lived in peace.
It had been a wonderful place for Veira. Not just because she was worshipped, either.
As she flew through the air, the woman pulled her wings close to her body and divebombed towads the ground. Drawing back quickly, she neatly flew back up, a vertical serpentine manuver.
The female Keiyou did and experimental barrel roll, not really expecting it to work, and was rewarded with a clumsy flapping and she dropped, barely able to catch herself. A few of her precious feathers fluttered down and Veira grumbled to herself, needing to check on her wings.
The black-furred female swooped down gracefully and landed in the scalding sand, her tough paw-pads not feeling the heat. Her wings folded to rest on her back heavily and elegantly, and the female threw back her head and let a long, ululating howl erupt from her throat, just to let anyone in the general vicinity know that she was there.
She carefully looked at her wings, and despite them having a little post-flight crookedness, nothing was wrong. Even so, the irate female chose to groom them anyhow, and then readied herself for takeoff again.
This time she wouldn't behave like an idiot and do a barrel roll.
She was high above the desert sands, breathing fresh air and enjoying the certain sense of nothingness that was there in the desert. The hot sun pounded onto her back, her black fur and feathers easily absorbing it. The breeze more than compensated, though, cooling her off enough to feel slightly chilled.
The hot dry air going into strong lungs, the sun reflecting off of orange-red eyes, the dark brown-red of her burn spots almost glowing in the sun...
Veira knew she was a beautiful sight while she was flying. Especially in deserts, that always seemed to compliment her coloring. She had once passed herself off as a goddess in a desert. It was far away, when she was wandering around after Davyn's death. They had never seen a Keiyou before, and had assumed she was a winged godess to be worshipped.
They'd say the same of any other species that they would have seen that they weren't. The species themselves were a rather plain, drab race. Not like Lupus with control of the elements, nor could they really do anything special. They mostly scavenged off of the land and lived in peace.
It had been a wonderful place for Veira. Not just because she was worshipped, either.
As she flew through the air, the woman pulled her wings close to her body and divebombed towads the ground. Drawing back quickly, she neatly flew back up, a vertical serpentine manuver.
The female Keiyou did and experimental barrel roll, not really expecting it to work, and was rewarded with a clumsy flapping and she dropped, barely able to catch herself. A few of her precious feathers fluttered down and Veira grumbled to herself, needing to check on her wings.
The black-furred female swooped down gracefully and landed in the scalding sand, her tough paw-pads not feeling the heat. Her wings folded to rest on her back heavily and elegantly, and the female threw back her head and let a long, ululating howl erupt from her throat, just to let anyone in the general vicinity know that she was there.
She carefully looked at her wings, and despite them having a little post-flight crookedness, nothing was wrong. Even so, the irate female chose to groom them anyhow, and then readied herself for takeoff again.
This time she wouldn't behave like an idiot and do a barrel roll.
