all these things and all this love Jan 16, 2013 20:24:13 GMT -7
Post by Nameless on Jan 16, 2013 20:24:13 GMT -7
[/color] Something was flying through it, disturbing its natural ebb and flow. It sailed through the night elegantly, letting the moon's glow alight gently on its back. The winter skies were clear, until the creature's breath fogged. Her life pulsed and smoked through the air, curling around her face like fire.
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The speed at which she traveled was leisurely. The wolf cut the air cleanly, only disturbing it with the occasional flap. She ascended into the mountain range, traversing entire peaks with a single flap, where others would have taken many steps to climb.
Suddenly, the wind shifted, and the wolf dropped in the turbulence. With wings clutching like hands at the air, she pulled herself up, extending them as wide as they would go. Nameless let the air itself carry her - it was angry up here, near the tallest peaks. She could see the North Face from here.
Despite the rough patch, Nameless was an experienced flier, and continued the last leg of her journey with ease, before alighting on a rocky outcropping on the second highest mountain.
From here, the wolf could glimpse the city's lights. Waymoor was such a beautiful place. But what truly delighted her was its forests and mountains, a place where she could fly freely. Nameless despised other wolves, she was an omega, and as such never had any good experiences with them. Up here was her only opportunity to be in her wolf form without being around them - being judged.
She shifted fully into her were form, keeping her wings out. The lithe figure stood solidly against the black of ice and rock behind her. She did not lean or press against it, but her figure was stiff.
Her long, white fur billowed in tresses with the wind, snapping and teasing it playfully. Her feathers also ruffled, a few downy ones blowing off and whisking themselves away. The moon illuminated her, being almost full, and made her almost glow. Her eyes were pits of black, the only thing breaking up the contrast of her and the rocks. But even they were bright tonight, the reflection of luna playing in her eyes, reflecting a small sliver of silver in each.
Sharply, the female exhaled, smoke trailing from behind black gums, and flicked her ears up. She heard something.
It sounded like a howl.
...Ah, but no, perhaps just the wind. - Fool. - she thought to herself. - Be more aware, you idiot. Lives have been lost just because your senses are duller than a human's. - And with that, she snorted, clearing her nose of ice. A cynical look began to toy with her features, dancing from eye to eye. One lip curled up in a bit of a sneer as she thought to herself. She was a particularly keen wolf and human - training and upbringing made her so, but still, she felt guilty. A drug raid she had led the other week up in an outlying city of Waymoor had gone horribly awry. She hadn't been blamed for anything, of course, but she still heard that woman's screams...
It was something she could never get out of her head.
There were so many times in her life when a scream could have been so very useful, but lacking a voice seemed to always get in her way.
Consumed by thoughts, she stood immobile for almost an hour.
Nameless came out of her trance when she realized exactly how hungry she was, and how frigid every part of her was. - There's that awareness, Nameless. - she shook her head slightly, embarrassed that time had left her knowledge so easily.
Stretching her stiff limbs, something new came into her notice.
Ice, caked all up her wings. - Damn, it is cold. - and she stepped to the edge of the rocks, tail tucked between her hind legs. Nameless hunched over and looked down the sheer cliff, peering past it to the foothills below. - Only one way to solve this. - She thought, and took a suicidal jump off the face of the mountain.
Falling was so interesting.
The weightlessness was a great feeling, once you got used to it. She truly enjoyed it.
However, she did not intend to die this day, so she leveled her body out, and threw open her wings. - Fuck, that burns! - Her muscles protested, and she opened her mouth to let out a would-be whimper of pain, but no sound was heard. The ice seemed to be falling apart for the most part, but her most vital feathers were still just shuddering in the wind.
The ground approached quicker than she would have liked, so Nameless fully extended her wings against her fall, breaking it with quite a force. Her wings screamed in protest, but her primary feathers were finally divested of ice and snow. - Shit. - The ground was too damn close now, and she was going to be forced to land. Nameless kept her wings where they were, and extended her legs, preparing for landing.
It always jarred her more than she let on, joints taking the brunt of the fall. She let her velocity continue and broke into a run on the ground before finally slowing to a halt on all fours. She was at the base of the mountain now, peering into evergreens and Lucanter territory. Dearly, she hoped no other wolves would show up, so she could make the trek home in silence.