Post by Freyja on Aug 12, 2013 2:57:50 GMT -5
[ Thought it would be fun to set this during the journey; not sure what kind of terrain they went through so I just kinda went for....more volcanic mountains? More mountain and less volcano tho. Anyway, liquid time yippeeeee ]
Rasaan
With the dying light of the sun giving a glare to the land they travelled, Ras travelled towards the front of the pride as they continued to move, having not said a word for a long time and appearing to be simply content to move on. As was usual for the growing male, this was false- every time he spotted another traveler, winged as he was, taking to the air to easily reach the peaks of the hills they had to climb drew up his anger. As a cub, no matter how many times anyone had mentioned his problem, he'd simply managed to ignore or not understand the problem. He'd tried a few times to flap them when encouraged to try, but it never amounted to anything impressive- it was difficult to simply keep them tucked as it was. When he came of the age where one becomes more aware of others, he'd learnt to stop dragging his wings so much, but sometimes it happened without him noticing.
And it infuriated him like nothing else.
But like the good son he was, Rasaan kept quiet. But he couldn't help feeling the emotions growing in his stomach, silent rage and embarrassment combined explosively. The final straw came when they reached a boulder field, difficult all around to navigate on foot due to narrow crevices. A simple matter for the flyers, however- and when some poor unknowing soul flew over the adolescent, it was the fuel to his lit fire.
"ENOUGH!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, loud and clear. Whether anyone noticed or cared he couldn't see, turning around and raising his wings to an odd angle so that he could run comfortably, leaving the pride behind and going back the way they'd come before turning away from the path. The ashy male lumbered down the hill they'd all just ascended, finding his way to a small outcrop looking out over smaller hills and mountains, a framed image presenting little lava pools spotting in the distance like flowers in a field.
It was rather pretty, but Rasaan also wouldn't have noticed that. Sulkily moving to sit and try to calm down, the wings that had birthed such an outburst abruptly slumped, coating the rock with light-grey. Whoever followed would not be stopped, but the male kept his eyes focused purely on the horizon without diversion.
Rasaan
With the dying light of the sun giving a glare to the land they travelled, Ras travelled towards the front of the pride as they continued to move, having not said a word for a long time and appearing to be simply content to move on. As was usual for the growing male, this was false- every time he spotted another traveler, winged as he was, taking to the air to easily reach the peaks of the hills they had to climb drew up his anger. As a cub, no matter how many times anyone had mentioned his problem, he'd simply managed to ignore or not understand the problem. He'd tried a few times to flap them when encouraged to try, but it never amounted to anything impressive- it was difficult to simply keep them tucked as it was. When he came of the age where one becomes more aware of others, he'd learnt to stop dragging his wings so much, but sometimes it happened without him noticing.
And it infuriated him like nothing else.
But like the good son he was, Rasaan kept quiet. But he couldn't help feeling the emotions growing in his stomach, silent rage and embarrassment combined explosively. The final straw came when they reached a boulder field, difficult all around to navigate on foot due to narrow crevices. A simple matter for the flyers, however- and when some poor unknowing soul flew over the adolescent, it was the fuel to his lit fire.
"ENOUGH!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, loud and clear. Whether anyone noticed or cared he couldn't see, turning around and raising his wings to an odd angle so that he could run comfortably, leaving the pride behind and going back the way they'd come before turning away from the path. The ashy male lumbered down the hill they'd all just ascended, finding his way to a small outcrop looking out over smaller hills and mountains, a framed image presenting little lava pools spotting in the distance like flowers in a field.
It was rather pretty, but Rasaan also wouldn't have noticed that. Sulkily moving to sit and try to calm down, the wings that had birthed such an outburst abruptly slumped, coating the rock with light-grey. Whoever followed would not be stopped, but the male kept his eyes focused purely on the horizon without diversion.
