Azar
The Taiga was so quiet tonight. She lived near the river, where Daddy liked to snatch up fish with his great claws, and they could curl up and nap in their dark cave after. But sometimes she liked to venture further away. Once, she went all the way into another forest. This time, she went the opposite direction, and didn’t stop until her feet hit the beach and the night-waves laughed quietly. Until she could stare out in the distance and almost believe she could see the dark silhouette of that island, blacker than the sky.
She flexed her wings and turned to watch over her shoulder as the moonlight highlighted the ridges of feathers. She’d managed to teach herself a little bit of flying, and learned that they vanished when she was in the air, but she didn’t think she could make it all the way to that island yet. Was too afraid to try. Still, it was nice to imagine it. To stand in her quiet solitude and for a brief time live a fantasy. One where she could make that distance safely.
Or one where she could see that boy again. She’d forgotten his name, though. Knew it once, but wild things like her sometimes didn’t put much in a name rather than a scent. A face. A voice. She might be just a little older than him, though, but she wasn’t really sure. Wasn’t so good at ages either. She survived on instinct, and small cues in behavior or speech or expression. It had been so long before she spoke her first words, living as wild as a fawn would tucked away in the brush.
She heard a soft noise, and she twisted, flashing vibrant green eyes behind her. To the shadows, the trees. Hello, she almost called. But she was always so quiet, so reserved, and instead waited for another sound. None came, and she turned back around to the sea, only to startle and flinch with a soft squeak at the person standing next to her, roaned wings rising as if she could shield herself.
She flexed her wings and turned to watch over her shoulder as the moonlight highlighted the ridges of feathers. She’d managed to teach herself a little bit of flying, and learned that they vanished when she was in the air, but she didn’t think she could make it all the way to that island yet. Was too afraid to try. Still, it was nice to imagine it. To stand in her quiet solitude and for a brief time live a fantasy. One where she could make that distance safely.
Or one where she could see that boy again. She’d forgotten his name, though. Knew it once, but wild things like her sometimes didn’t put much in a name rather than a scent. A face. A voice. She might be just a little older than him, though, but she wasn’t really sure. Wasn’t so good at ages either. She survived on instinct, and small cues in behavior or speech or expression. It had been so long before she spoke her first words, living as wild as a fawn would tucked away in the brush.
She heard a soft noise, and she twisted, flashing vibrant green eyes behind her. To the shadows, the trees. Hello, she almost called. But she was always so quiet, so reserved, and instead waited for another sound. None came, and she turned back around to the sea, only to startle and flinch with a soft squeak at the person standing next to her, roaned wings rising as if she could shield herself.
ooc: next reply to this will be slow (have to go on away), but she had the muse and i do as she demands <3