Post by (|underOath|) on Oct 7, 2010 14:52:13 GMT -5
Altitude... Dropping. I told myself. I gave one weak flap of the wings before soaring. I kept my wings held out by sheer willpower. My muscles ached. My head told me to stop for night, to sleep. I shook my head. "Can't," I whispered. "Need to fly." I slowly coasted downwards, toward the treeline. I brought my head up to gaze at the stars. Reading them, I reminded myself which direction I was going. My lightning blue eyes fixed wearily on the ever-approaching trees below me. I let out a yawn. Maybe just an hour, I thought. I tilted my wings to angle toward the dark woods beneath me. I looked behind me at the wildfire that glowed a tiny ember in the distance, before dipping into the trees. Tucking in my wings, I brought myself to the ground. My paws came in contact with the ground, and my legs crumpled like tinfoil as I fell to the ground. I crawled to a small pond to get a drink of water. I lapped up some water, and then my neck gave way, and my head fell to the ground. My eyes fluttered, and then closed. I fell asleep to the comforting sounds of bugs chirping, and bats squeaking overhead.