Post by Katarszyna on May 15, 2013 19:46:05 GMT -5
SAMAEAL
Black stockinged feet were curled up under his chest, hind paws trailing behind him, black and ivory bat wings carried him easily on the air currents high above the lands of the southern portion of The Valley where he had been born and where he had grown up. A rustling of the wings, and a shadow upon the ground were the only indication that a predator was high above the territory. Smiling to himself the reddish-orange, bat-winged, maned wolf started to spiral back down toward the earth he didn’t really have any particular destination in mind, just somewhere to relax and rest, he’d been flying since dawn.
Or so he judged by the changes in the feeling of the sunlight on his back and his wings. Gliding momentarily on a warm down draft, Samaeal brushed the tops of his paws along the cool grass and then he flapped upward again and then he felt a spot of cooler air and back flapped his wings to slow down to land. Judging by the slightly old, slightly moldy smell, Samaeal guessed he was over the Stone Ruins. A fresh smile claimed his lips and then, with one last back flap, his paws brushed cool, smooth stone.
A few more loping steps and Samaeal stopped his forward progress. Lifting his muzzle into the air, the six foot long, four foot tall, lean and lanky male closed his mismatched lime green and silver orbs and he breathed deep of the air around him, cacti, sand, rock, possible rain and storms later, and rodents. After a few minutes, Samaeal lowered his thin muzzle satisfied that for now, he was alone. Rustling his wings a little, Samaeal settle his wings neatly against his sides and then, being careful he laid down along a flat roof-like stone and just listened to the sounds around him.
