09-29-2019, 10:48 AM
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The little pink girl’s eyes widened as the sphinx’s mouth opened wide and <i>swallowed</i> her. Maybe someone smarter would have tried to run - but Lala just stood frozen to the spot, eyes wide. But before she could even comprehend the sense of impending doom that was brewing in her belly, she was sliding. If she hadn’t been so damn overwhelmed by the emotions of the last hour or so, it might have even been fun. Regardless of what she thought, she couldn’t stop the near snort of laughter that escaped her as she slid. It was dark, but Lala was focused on the distant point of light, growing larger with every second.
The thrill ends abruptly with a tumble into the light and a thick bed of ferns. The little pink girl blinked as her eyes adjusted and pulled herself to her feet - shaking to try to rid herself of the sandy remnants of the slide. Lala had never been in a jungle, but this one looked just like those she’d imagined. She absentmindedly used her wings to try to move air against her sides - for it was hotter here than anywhere she’d ever been before.
Lala spots the path right away and immediately sets off. Perhaps she didn’t know enough to consider the implications, but she continued down the path with blissful naivety and a spring in her step. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been walking before she discovered the rickety bridge suspended over a river of lava. It was even warmer here, if such a thing was even possible, and the pink girl was afraid that the bridge would spontaneously combust at any moment. Lala look wistfully at the birds circling the mountains. She bit her lip, cursing the fact that she’d yet to learn how to fly. Wings would sure come in handy, and not just as oversized fans.
Well. No time like the present. If she couldn’t figure out how to fly, at the very least she should coast if the bridge were to give way. At least that’s what she was telling herself. She sucked in a deep breath and extended her wings. The girl launched herself down the bridge, trying to make contact with the bridge the least amount of times possible and gliding as much as possible with untested wings. She kept her gaze trained on the other side of the bridge, refusing to acknowledge the glowing, bubbling death from below.
When her hooves found purchase on solid ground on the other side, Lala let out a triumphant blast of laughter. <B> “I did it! I almost flew!”</b> she announced, to no one in particular. Pride put a spring in her step as she continued on her adventure - her confidence bolstered by her new ability.
Fatigue was only just creeping into her bones when she found herself staring up at a castle. And a dragon. Maybe she should have noticed that first. <B> “Whoa,”</b> she muttered under her breath. She’d never seen a castle and certainly never seen a dragon. She doesn’t shrink away or try to hide - she’s frozen in her current state of awe. The little pink girl sees the movement in the window of the castle. However she didn’t understand the look. Was she mad? Concerned? Upset? Lala chews on her lip as she tries to decide what to do next. She didn’t really draw the parallel between concerned woman in tower and giant dragon outside or if there could be a relationship between the two.
Feeling emboldened by her newly discovered gliding abilities, Lala felt that the only obvious answer is just to fly up and see what was wrong with the princess! One problem.
Flying was hard.
It always looked so easy but Lala found herself panting with the effort the moment her golden hooves left the ground. She struggled to stay level, but pushed herself higher and higher - muscles in her wings and back screaming at the effort. When she got close-ish to the window, panting with the effort, she tried her best to reach out to the princess.
<b>”Hi I’m Lala, are you okay do you need help?”</b> she <s>says</s> yells, in a hurried tumble of words. It sounded more like “HiI’mLala,areyouokaydoyouneedhelp?” than anything, but it was an attempt. However, the effort of staying aloft was causing the girl to tire and pretty soon Lala found she was losing the battle with gravity. <b>"Uh oh,"</b> she muttered as she felt herself tumbling towards the ground. She spread her wings wide in an attempt to glide, but found that things like steering were...difficult for the inexperienced aviator.
Her eyes widened as she realized that there was an obstacle in her way. They widened further when she realized that it wasn’t just an obstacle in her way - it was the <i>dragon</i>. The creature was so large, Lala had difficulty trying to navigate around the creature. It quickly became apparent that avoiding the dragon was, well, unavoidable. <I>Oh crap,</I> she thinks, as she mentally prepared herself for impact. The little pink girl, in a flail of wings and pink legs, bounced off the scaly hide of the creature as she tumbled to the ground.
<b> “Sorrrr-reeeeeeee”</b> she manages to scream, as she falls, doing her best to slow her descent as the ground grows ever nearer. She almost crashes into someone else - but manages to twist just before making contact with the blur of black and antlers. She lets out a decidedly un-graceful <b> “Oooooof,”</b> finally coming to rest in a cloud of dust. She tries to shake off the sense of disorientation when she hears <i>What’s your name, I’m Velkan!</i>
Lala, completely unaware that Velkan was <i>not</i> talking to her. <b> “Hi Velkan, I’m Lala!”</b> she trills, while rolling herself back to her feet. Her back was to the dragon upon her crash landing, so she remained blissfully unaware of the situation for another heartbeat. But as she turned, a little <b> “Oh…”</b> as her wide, baby blue eyes widened at the sight of the dragon. <b> “Um…”</b> she stammers, reorienting her very sore wings against her sides, <b> “Hello to you too,”</b> she adds, uncertainly, but loud enough the dragon could undoubtedly hear her. She just hoped it wasn't mad for her, um, less than polite greeting.
But honestly, all she could think about in this moment - even when confronted with a huge dragon - was the fact that she had flown!!
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The little pink girl’s eyes widened as the sphinx’s mouth opened wide and <i>swallowed</i> her. Maybe someone smarter would have tried to run - but Lala just stood frozen to the spot, eyes wide. But before she could even comprehend the sense of impending doom that was brewing in her belly, she was sliding. If she hadn’t been so damn overwhelmed by the emotions of the last hour or so, it might have even been fun. Regardless of what she thought, she couldn’t stop the near snort of laughter that escaped her as she slid. It was dark, but Lala was focused on the distant point of light, growing larger with every second.
The thrill ends abruptly with a tumble into the light and a thick bed of ferns. The little pink girl blinked as her eyes adjusted and pulled herself to her feet - shaking to try to rid herself of the sandy remnants of the slide. Lala had never been in a jungle, but this one looked just like those she’d imagined. She absentmindedly used her wings to try to move air against her sides - for it was hotter here than anywhere she’d ever been before.
Lala spots the path right away and immediately sets off. Perhaps she didn’t know enough to consider the implications, but she continued down the path with blissful naivety and a spring in her step. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been walking before she discovered the rickety bridge suspended over a river of lava. It was even warmer here, if such a thing was even possible, and the pink girl was afraid that the bridge would spontaneously combust at any moment. Lala look wistfully at the birds circling the mountains. She bit her lip, cursing the fact that she’d yet to learn how to fly. Wings would sure come in handy, and not just as oversized fans.
Well. No time like the present. If she couldn’t figure out how to fly, at the very least she should coast if the bridge were to give way. At least that’s what she was telling herself. She sucked in a deep breath and extended her wings. The girl launched herself down the bridge, trying to make contact with the bridge the least amount of times possible and gliding as much as possible with untested wings. She kept her gaze trained on the other side of the bridge, refusing to acknowledge the glowing, bubbling death from below.
When her hooves found purchase on solid ground on the other side, Lala let out a triumphant blast of laughter. <B> “I did it! I almost flew!”</b> she announced, to no one in particular. Pride put a spring in her step as she continued on her adventure - her confidence bolstered by her new ability.
Fatigue was only just creeping into her bones when she found herself staring up at a castle. And a dragon. Maybe she should have noticed that first. <B> “Whoa,”</b> she muttered under her breath. She’d never seen a castle and certainly never seen a dragon. She doesn’t shrink away or try to hide - she’s frozen in her current state of awe. The little pink girl sees the movement in the window of the castle. However she didn’t understand the look. Was she mad? Concerned? Upset? Lala chews on her lip as she tries to decide what to do next. She didn’t really draw the parallel between concerned woman in tower and giant dragon outside or if there could be a relationship between the two.
Feeling emboldened by her newly discovered gliding abilities, Lala felt that the only obvious answer is just to fly up and see what was wrong with the princess! One problem.
Flying was hard.
It always looked so easy but Lala found herself panting with the effort the moment her golden hooves left the ground. She struggled to stay level, but pushed herself higher and higher - muscles in her wings and back screaming at the effort. When she got close-ish to the window, panting with the effort, she tried her best to reach out to the princess.
<b>”Hi I’m Lala, are you okay do you need help?”</b> she <s>says</s> yells, in a hurried tumble of words. It sounded more like “HiI’mLala,areyouokaydoyouneedhelp?” than anything, but it was an attempt. However, the effort of staying aloft was causing the girl to tire and pretty soon Lala found she was losing the battle with gravity. <b>"Uh oh,"</b> she muttered as she felt herself tumbling towards the ground. She spread her wings wide in an attempt to glide, but found that things like steering were...difficult for the inexperienced aviator.
Her eyes widened as she realized that there was an obstacle in her way. They widened further when she realized that it wasn’t just an obstacle in her way - it was the <i>dragon</i>. The creature was so large, Lala had difficulty trying to navigate around the creature. It quickly became apparent that avoiding the dragon was, well, unavoidable. <I>Oh crap,</I> she thinks, as she mentally prepared herself for impact. The little pink girl, in a flail of wings and pink legs, bounced off the scaly hide of the creature as she tumbled to the ground.
<b> “Sorrrr-reeeeeeee”</b> she manages to scream, as she falls, doing her best to slow her descent as the ground grows ever nearer. She almost crashes into someone else - but manages to twist just before making contact with the blur of black and antlers. She lets out a decidedly un-graceful <b> “Oooooof,”</b> finally coming to rest in a cloud of dust. She tries to shake off the sense of disorientation when she hears <i>What’s your name, I’m Velkan!</i>
Lala, completely unaware that Velkan was <i>not</i> talking to her. <b> “Hi Velkan, I’m Lala!”</b> she trills, while rolling herself back to her feet. Her back was to the dragon upon her crash landing, so she remained blissfully unaware of the situation for another heartbeat. But as she turned, a little <b> “Oh…”</b> as her wide, baby blue eyes widened at the sight of the dragon. <b> “Um…”</b> she stammers, reorienting her very sore wings against her sides, <b> “Hello to you too,”</b> she adds, uncertainly, but loud enough the dragon could undoubtedly hear her. She just hoped it wasn't mad for her, um, less than polite greeting.
But honestly, all she could think about in this moment - even when confronted with a huge dragon - was the fact that she had flown!!
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