05-26-2017, 10:31 AM
kharon
Maybe he shouldn't have glanced over his shoulder. Now he could see her, see every droplet clinging to her skin, every bead gliding down the attractive lines of her body. He was fixated before he knew it, his eyes hungrily drinking in every detail. He should stop though, right? Because this sort of felt wrong. Even if the wrong heightened everything else, and felt so good. Made him feel it stronger. Electrifying.
”I’m gonna get ya!”
He broke from his stupor and bolted, running blindly a few steps before refocusing on the world around him. Damn, he really needed to figure this out.
His wings splayed out at his sides, drenched and heavy. Already, he could feel his muscles would wear out quickly from the added weight, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it would build his strength and he could teach himself to fly. Maybe. One day. For now, they stretched and pulled, flexing and throwing droplets as he ran, only to soak in more rain drizzling down all over them. The ground was slick, and holding them out helped him keep balance. Every now and then, his feet almost lost purchase, though, and he kept having to slow down a little.
Until, finally, he was falling to the ground with a surprised grunt. Mud painted his knees as he landed roughly, slipping to his shoulder as he flapped his wings, clumsily trying to right himself again. The muck drew up over his side, clinging in a sticky mess to every hollow it could find. He grimaced, looking over himself. Yuck. Oh, ew, on his hip too. Maybe they should go back to the water. He definitely shouldn’t go home looking like this. His eyes lifted to find Kylin, still a little grossed out with his current predicament.
”I’m gonna get ya!”
He broke from his stupor and bolted, running blindly a few steps before refocusing on the world around him. Damn, he really needed to figure this out.
His wings splayed out at his sides, drenched and heavy. Already, he could feel his muscles would wear out quickly from the added weight, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it would build his strength and he could teach himself to fly. Maybe. One day. For now, they stretched and pulled, flexing and throwing droplets as he ran, only to soak in more rain drizzling down all over them. The ground was slick, and holding them out helped him keep balance. Every now and then, his feet almost lost purchase, though, and he kept having to slow down a little.
Until, finally, he was falling to the ground with a surprised grunt. Mud painted his knees as he landed roughly, slipping to his shoulder as he flapped his wings, clumsily trying to right himself again. The muck drew up over his side, clinging in a sticky mess to every hollow it could find. He grimaced, looking over himself. Yuck. Oh, ew, on his hip too. Maybe they should go back to the water. He definitely shouldn’t go home looking like this. His eyes lifted to find Kylin, still a little grossed out with his current predicament.