10-25-2018, 07:21 PM
(I don't know how this mature setting works, so M for Mature - Strong language xD)
Once it had confused the poor lad on how easy it was to both love and hate someone. It had confused him for months as he tried to work out how it was possible to both love and hate your captor. Once Grumble had released him, pulled the halter from his head and sent him on his way in a cloud of magic, Chaol had awoken lost and confused as to why he wanted to violently rip open Grumble with his teeth and the warring emotions of love and protect that wouldn’t let him.
Confusing it was, to be pulled from your home into a different world, only to be thrown back again. But he had given him a power, something that added more to him, something that would have likely made his grandfather proud had he realized. But when he had returned home, they were all gone.
Reeling from the loss and the confusion of the quest, Chaol had escaped the shores that he had grown up on.
It had taken him another week or so before he realized he was the size of a three year old instead of his two year old self. He had figured out how to reverse it back to his normal size. Once the confusion of all of it managed to right itself somewhat in his brain, Chaol started to practice. He learned how to shift his wings at will, as well as change his size with a thought.
And so here he was a couple years later, fully grown and much more in charge and confident in himself that he had been back then.
While he could change his wings at will, he still preferred the wings that he had first learned. Blue and green and black, a brilliant contrast and addition to the purple and magenta of his body. He was in the air now, enjoying the feel of the cold wind through his feathers and across the hard lines of his body. His eyes closed, he swoops and dives until he no longer finds the appeal in it and then settles amongst the tall grasses along this quiet edge of the Meadow. He liked it here, it was quiet, not as many of the others around.
While the Meadow was large, it could sometimes feel as if there were far too many people in it. So to find this nice quiet edge of it was nice. He could see the others, likely they could see him too, a fury of colors amongst the green and browns of autumn. So it’s a little bit of a surprise however, when he stumbles upon her and sees the sadness and anger in her eyes. “Oh, shit.” His witty repertoire as always stumbles from his mouth. “Oh, god, I’m sorry. I can go.” But he peers a little closer, his eyes narrowing in on the tear tracks on her face and he can’t just leave her.
“Damn.” He mumbles to himself, just under his breath, and then louder. “Hey, you okay lady?” His hooves shuffling him closer, his eyes travelling the line of her body as he takes her in, checking for any obvious signs of injury or stress and let’s be real, other things that are trivial right now.