He hadn't traveled the lands for quite some time now. Unq had been hiding in much warmer areas to survive the bitter winter. His season was summer, not this pale landscape he saw before him. Today was he first he had reappeared in a while. There was something in the air that caught his nose. Sweet scented. It smelt like it came from the two-leggers home, a place he did not feel like heading towards. Ignoring the smell, the stallion turned in the opposite direction and headed for the hills. A place where he could stand upon and peer down at (most) the land from under him. The feeling felt like he was soaring across the place. A secretive fantasy he had wish it were true. Wings, he wished he had wings.
The world would wash past below him as he waved his second pair of arms. Yes, that would be the life. It was boring to see everything from a simple squirrel's viewpoint. This is just ridiculous. He resembled the patterns of flying animals however he did not have the wings such as they. Unq rambled on and on about wings in his head before heading straight into a tree. He was a rather built heavily, not fat no. But he was a big soquili. The tree seem to shiver a bit, and the birds inside chirped and flew off of the plant in a flash. Leaves were history at this time of year. Everythign felt so bare and in the open during winter. The stallion snorted and looked away from the sky and shifted his position to go around. Spotting his designated area, the stallion sigh and stopped in his tracks. Should he continue to lead himself on. About flying and feeling the wind around him. It felt just like that on the hill if the breeze picked up. His breath blew up in a puff before him and he watched it disappear. Just once more, then he would give up on hoping for wings. It's not like he would start sprouting them any second.
