Restless Dawn

[sorro]

Cayden extended himself over a decaying log. His thick grey-gold coat was sleek with dew. He had spent the night wandering aimlessly around Gambit Trails, doing his best to familiarize himself with this new territory. He let out a heavy sigh and stretched his sore muscles. They had taken quite a beating as his newfound clumsiness asserted itself. He pushed away the urge to sigh agian. It was so frustrating to have his usual lithe and graceful movements turned into ungainly lumbering. He shook away the negative emotin and wriggled himself into a more comfortable position, dead bark flaking away beneath him. It was just the added weight from water retention; he'd get use to it in time and wouldn't have to deal with so many bruises.

Lazily he flicked his giant ears and focused on the stirrings of packmates as they moved about in the shadows. After his meeting with Scorch he wasn't so sure about things anymore.

[apollo1]

Apollo had been practicing his flying again and again and again, he never seemed to get more than a few feet off the ground for some of his feathers still needed to come in. But this time in the early dawnlight he was going to try something new, something that would sharpen his accuracy skills and flying skills at the same time. He skipped over to the nearest tree and dug his claws into the wood, there were lots of nicks which would make for an easy hold. He shuffled up the tree flapping his wings from time to time to regain his balance, grabbing onto some short branches to help haul himself up. He finally reached a large branch at the top and placed himself on it, wings loosley dangling down ready but not to ready, his tail feathers fanned aiding his balance. His golden eyes glued to the ground waiting for something or someone to appear.

Just then he heard someone walking through the undergrowth and an unfamiliar scent hit his nose. He readied himself, poised to strike. Then a wolf appeared from the ferns and a strange looking one at that, he had big ears, a somewhat sandy coloured coat and hoofs instead of paws. He tilted his head in question, maybe this stranger was a myou, but myou or not he was open for attack. Apollo crept to the edge of the branch and leaped, giving a screech of attack, his wings were half folded to allow a speed dive and just when he was about to hit the ground he spread them out slowing his fall but still hitting the stranger full on in the side with his long, sharp, black claws. He flared the spiked feathers on his head threatningly, his mouth open in a screech of triumph at his first aerial attack as he waited for the older males answer. ( for his head feathers they are the spiked feathers on his head here rising up oi51.tinypic.com/2z53igk.jpg)