Private rp between myself and 'Swirly.
It was a mediocre day. The sky was murky, the sun long hidden behind a dense blanket of clouds that glittered and flashed with lightening. Rain threatened within them, pressing heavily on the Soquili lands and chasing anyone with any sense to find cover before it broke. As such few, if any, were out. Dreyden hadn't seen another soul. It was a mediocre day....Mediocre? Hell. It had been a bloody wretched week overall.
Dreyden tossed his head, lips forming a silent snarl of frustration. He felt useless and restless and bored. His uncle was missing and Zareen had disappeared with his crazy mother trying to find him. While Drey was worried sick, there was nothing he could do. Thorn would likely kill him on sight, or try to, there was so much animosity between her and Drey's father. He could easily avoid her, but in the off chance Drey had to defend himself, it would be Zareen who he would ultimately be having to face against. The black haired male would defend his mother without question, even if it meant hurting one who was like a brother to him. Dreyden didn't want to take the chance. It made him feel useless and the violet haired stallion hated the feeling.
The stallion shook his head again, bangs flying wildly around his face before he stared up at the sky, watching the flickering lightning. He shifted his wings, eyes narrowing. All he needed to do was blow off some steam before he did something stupid. Of course, his idea of blowing off steam would be someone else's idea of doing something stupid. But that had never stopped him before.
Muscles tensing, Dreyden threw himself forward, hooves pounding the ground beneath them as he got speed up. He stretched his wings wide, the wind catching beneath them and pulling him into the air. His feet continued to churn the air almost frantically before they slowed to a more leisurely pace. He let the wind pull him up further, heedless of the danger of low lying, lightning charged clouds above him. Dreyden did a couple of circles and loops in the air, rolling and leaping through the air as if on the ground. Aerial antics were as easy to him as ground bound ones were. But it just wasn't enough.
He drifted for a few long minutes before he flapped his wings once, twice then folded them and plunged towards the ground at what must have been a terrifying speed to witness. At a distance from the ground that didn't seem quite safe, one wing suddenly flicked out in a maneuver that could easily maim the delicate appendage if done wrong, especially at such a speed. Instead of ravaging the scarlet appendage, the wind caught it and threw him into a barrel roll, sending him spinning with a crazy whoop. Dreyden folded and tilted the wing slightly to skid sideways, stopping his spinning, but not his downward plunge. At the last possibly moment, both wings stretched out and the stallion gave a triumphant whoop as they caught an updraft that snapped him away from the ground and back into the sky, his hooves just barely grazing the high grasses of the field.
Adrenaline coursing through him, Dreyden once more let himself be pulled upwards by the building storm's winds, eyes narrowed against the wind tearing at his mane and tail, intent on trying his stunt again. In his eyes, he hadn't done it right. In anyone else's eyes, he was lucky to have not shredded his wings and then splatted himself into the ground for his insanity.
It was a mediocre day. The sky was murky, the sun long hidden behind a dense blanket of clouds that glittered and flashed with lightening. Rain threatened within them, pressing heavily on the Soquili lands and chasing anyone with any sense to find cover before it broke. As such few, if any, were out. Dreyden hadn't seen another soul. It was a mediocre day....Mediocre? Hell. It had been a bloody wretched week overall.
Dreyden tossed his head, lips forming a silent snarl of frustration. He felt useless and restless and bored. His uncle was missing and Zareen had disappeared with his crazy mother trying to find him. While Drey was worried sick, there was nothing he could do. Thorn would likely kill him on sight, or try to, there was so much animosity between her and Drey's father. He could easily avoid her, but in the off chance Drey had to defend himself, it would be Zareen who he would ultimately be having to face against. The black haired male would defend his mother without question, even if it meant hurting one who was like a brother to him. Dreyden didn't want to take the chance. It made him feel useless and the violet haired stallion hated the feeling.
The stallion shook his head again, bangs flying wildly around his face before he stared up at the sky, watching the flickering lightning. He shifted his wings, eyes narrowing. All he needed to do was blow off some steam before he did something stupid. Of course, his idea of blowing off steam would be someone else's idea of doing something stupid. But that had never stopped him before.
Muscles tensing, Dreyden threw himself forward, hooves pounding the ground beneath them as he got speed up. He stretched his wings wide, the wind catching beneath them and pulling him into the air. His feet continued to churn the air almost frantically before they slowed to a more leisurely pace. He let the wind pull him up further, heedless of the danger of low lying, lightning charged clouds above him. Dreyden did a couple of circles and loops in the air, rolling and leaping through the air as if on the ground. Aerial antics were as easy to him as ground bound ones were. But it just wasn't enough.
He drifted for a few long minutes before he flapped his wings once, twice then folded them and plunged towards the ground at what must have been a terrifying speed to witness. At a distance from the ground that didn't seem quite safe, one wing suddenly flicked out in a maneuver that could easily maim the delicate appendage if done wrong, especially at such a speed. Instead of ravaging the scarlet appendage, the wind caught it and threw him into a barrel roll, sending him spinning with a crazy whoop. Dreyden folded and tilted the wing slightly to skid sideways, stopping his spinning, but not his downward plunge. At the last possibly moment, both wings stretched out and the stallion gave a triumphant whoop as they caught an updraft that snapped him away from the ground and back into the sky, his hooves just barely grazing the high grasses of the field.
Adrenaline coursing through him, Dreyden once more let himself be pulled upwards by the building storm's winds, eyes narrowed against the wind tearing at his mane and tail, intent on trying his stunt again. In his eyes, he hadn't done it right. In anyone else's eyes, he was lucky to have not shredded his wings and then splatted himself into the ground for his insanity.
