Post by *Amethyst* on Jun 25, 2013 15:28:49 GMT -5
Amethyst
This was one of Amethyst's favorite places in the Valley. It was the one place she felt reverence for, and for whatever reason it was also where her wings most often appeared. As the obscure haze drifted around the girl's legs, she took in a deep breath and sank to the ground. Any wolves that may have wandered by at that moment would have only seen a pair of plum-colored ears poking out of the fog. She rested her head on her paws for a moment and let her eyes adjust, until she could see across the lake's surface. In a matter of moments, she could scarcely make out the other side, a sharp edge that cut through the haze.
Amethyst laid still for a bit longer, and then with a sigh she tried to roll onto her back. Instead she found herself losing her balance and slipping, struggling with the wings that were now extended from her back. She grumbled irritably, though she wasn't surprised. The maiden thought for a moment in silence, wondering what it was about this mysterious lake that always seemed to bring out her wings? Of course, they appeared on other occasions as well, but this was more predictable.
Finally, Amethyst shrugged and rose to her feet, pacing along the edge of the water, breathing in the humidity of the air around her. Luckily it was nice and cool, so the fog that wanted to cling to her fur wasn't as bothersome as it could have been. After making her way around several times, the maiden stopped walking and stretched her legs and feet, hearing the slight rustle of purple feathers behind her as her wings unfolded into their maximum size and then retracted again.
While she couldn't deny that having her wings was fun, it was also confusing. And dangerous. She learned a long time ago that her wings were not meant for flying. Because they were temporary and she had not yet learned how to control that fact, she couldn't trust herself to take to the sky. At any moment they could disappear, and then where would she be?
Flat on the ground, wincing in pain. It had happened before. She wouldn't have it happening again.
Amethyst laid still for a bit longer, and then with a sigh she tried to roll onto her back. Instead she found herself losing her balance and slipping, struggling with the wings that were now extended from her back. She grumbled irritably, though she wasn't surprised. The maiden thought for a moment in silence, wondering what it was about this mysterious lake that always seemed to bring out her wings? Of course, they appeared on other occasions as well, but this was more predictable.
Finally, Amethyst shrugged and rose to her feet, pacing along the edge of the water, breathing in the humidity of the air around her. Luckily it was nice and cool, so the fog that wanted to cling to her fur wasn't as bothersome as it could have been. After making her way around several times, the maiden stopped walking and stretched her legs and feet, hearing the slight rustle of purple feathers behind her as her wings unfolded into their maximum size and then retracted again.
While she couldn't deny that having her wings was fun, it was also confusing. And dangerous. She learned a long time ago that her wings were not meant for flying. Because they were temporary and she had not yet learned how to control that fact, she couldn't trust herself to take to the sky. At any moment they could disappear, and then where would she be?
Flat on the ground, wincing in pain. It had happened before. She wouldn't have it happening again.
