03-03-2018, 11:00 AM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
It seems as if she is growing up right before his eyes - somehow she is older than she had been just moments before, and though he is proud of her independence and growth, his heartstrings pull at the thought of when she is no longer with him. Just as his other children had left, he is sure that Wishbone will as well. He hopes that one day a child of his own will remain on the volcanic peninsula, but it seems that the adventurous characteristic he used to have as a child runs rampant in each of his children so far. Like his other children - she loves his stories. Her wide, doe-like eyes search his face as he tells her of his ancestors, and for a moment he is sure that there are stars in her amber eyes. “Yes it does, Wishbone,” he tells her proudly, a soft chuckle leaving his throat as she begins to explore the warmth of his feathered wings, brushing against their velveteen texture with her equally soft coat. “One day I will return to the stars, and so will you, and we will race across the sky together.”
His eyes sparkle with happiness, and as she rubs herself against his wings, he nips softly at her rump as it passes, suddenly feeling exceptionally adrenalized. He throws his head up with a sharp snort, suddenly prancing away from her and unshielding her from the cover of his wings as they pull upwards, the sun now warming her back. He swipes his wings once, lifting himself slightly into the air with their strength, then lands with a solid thump before tucking them quickly into his sides, reaching forward to tug at her forelock with gentle teeth.
“For now, let’s race to the beach.” He gives her a split second to digest his words, before leaping to the side and taking off into a canter, this black mane and tail streaming out behind him.
Warrick
I am getting super Mufasa/Simba vibes right now and I love it.
<3 He is so gonna miss her when she’s gone. D:
@[Wishbone]