The flight had been long and Zakiax could feel the strain on his large wings beginning to build. He needed to land soon, else he would fall out of the sky, and falling had always been dangerous for him. He had done so a few times and hurt himself each time, mainly though his 'falling' out of the sky was due to the fact that he had his mind else where and had run into a few tree trunks.
He slowly descended until his hooves hit the round, ending up in a trot as he slowed to walk. His wings folded neatly on his back, as a large sigh of relief escaped the smaller stallion as his landing didn't prove to be disastrous. His ears flickered a bit, seeing if he could catch the small trickling sounds of a running stream or river near by. His tail gave a small flick behind him, his ears flattened a bit as he continued to walk.
Zakiax's mouth remained dry, for he couldn't seem to locate a nearest water source. Too exhausted to even think straight it seemed, but he needed to keep his consciousness disaster could strike. What if his twin brother was around and wanted to kill him, if he fainted then he would be an easy target.
Zephar was here on this land he just didn't know where he was. The only encounter he had with his evil twin brother was right after they had arrived on Theia. The skirmished like when they always met each other, but after parted ways. He knew his brother would find him one day again so he could be tormented. Oh how he hated that part of his brother.
