Jan 17 2017, 10:01 PM
[MATURE/AW]
Perched high, the darkness hardly bothered me. When the lights went out, I didn’t panic. Instead, I took this time to hone my hunting skills. So eyesight was gone, what about hearing and smell? There were plenty of ways to track prey, one just had to figure them out. Not being able to see will only force me into practicing these things, so I couldn’t really complain about the lack of scenery. Besides, what is there to even see? All the gems who don’t remember me, or all the gems who hate me? I’ll pass.
What I had never misplaced was my satchel. It still hung slung over my body, positioned just right so that my mobility was not impaired. Within it was a stone, but this was no ordinary stone. The item held a light, an eternal light, given to me by my momma - Clover. I dug it out with one taloned foot, bringing it out so that it could shine brightly in the middle of the pitch. Even in this foreboding darkness, she was still with me. A smile graced my beak, and memories flew through my mind. Tucking the stone back into my pouch, I made sure it was secure as I hunkered down even further in my nest.
Eridanus has been my home for some time now, keeping to myself and high above. Out of sight, out of mind. I spent most of my time hunting, resting, and foraging. A boring life, sure. Perhaps I should practice my magic. Contemplating the idea, I rose from my nest. I kept my pouch with me at all times, if ever I were to leave it, it was a rare occasion and one I tried to avoid at all costs. Long, mocha wings expanded and stretched, a chirpy yawn expelled from me and I took to the air, smacking a few different branches but overall making it to the ground with ease. I hopped around, looking for a sizable rock to practice on. When I had located it, I felt it with one foot, balancing with the other. This one will do.
Very carefully, I reversed, stepping back and away from the rock a good few yards. It had been some time since using my spells, so I decided to just try and charge the rock. Focusing in on my target - or, the general area of it - I willed it to charge, hoping my magic wouldn’t let me down this time. Within seconds, it began to spark and surge with the electric energy I produced, and a proud smile spread my beak once again. I patted the pouch with my wing, as if to say ‘see that ma? I can do it.’ I then began to focus in on a second spell, hoping I could keep this streak up.
Perched high, the darkness hardly bothered me. When the lights went out, I didn’t panic. Instead, I took this time to hone my hunting skills. So eyesight was gone, what about hearing and smell? There were plenty of ways to track prey, one just had to figure them out. Not being able to see will only force me into practicing these things, so I couldn’t really complain about the lack of scenery. Besides, what is there to even see? All the gems who don’t remember me, or all the gems who hate me? I’ll pass.
What I had never misplaced was my satchel. It still hung slung over my body, positioned just right so that my mobility was not impaired. Within it was a stone, but this was no ordinary stone. The item held a light, an eternal light, given to me by my momma - Clover. I dug it out with one taloned foot, bringing it out so that it could shine brightly in the middle of the pitch. Even in this foreboding darkness, she was still with me. A smile graced my beak, and memories flew through my mind. Tucking the stone back into my pouch, I made sure it was secure as I hunkered down even further in my nest.
Eridanus has been my home for some time now, keeping to myself and high above. Out of sight, out of mind. I spent most of my time hunting, resting, and foraging. A boring life, sure. Perhaps I should practice my magic. Contemplating the idea, I rose from my nest. I kept my pouch with me at all times, if ever I were to leave it, it was a rare occasion and one I tried to avoid at all costs. Long, mocha wings expanded and stretched, a chirpy yawn expelled from me and I took to the air, smacking a few different branches but overall making it to the ground with ease. I hopped around, looking for a sizable rock to practice on. When I had located it, I felt it with one foot, balancing with the other. This one will do.
Very carefully, I reversed, stepping back and away from the rock a good few yards. It had been some time since using my spells, so I decided to just try and charge the rock. Focusing in on my target - or, the general area of it - I willed it to charge, hoping my magic wouldn’t let me down this time. Within seconds, it began to spark and surge with the electric energy I produced, and a proud smile spread my beak once again. I patted the pouch with my wing, as if to say ‘see that ma? I can do it.’ I then began to focus in on a second spell, hoping I could keep this streak up.