
"Boo-yah, baby!"
The loud, raucous yell broke the relative calm of the forest meadow. For a few minutes, the yell hung on the air, a bodiless less burst of noise that seemed to come out of nowhere. But before long, the yell was followed by more sounds; the rush of wind, and wings, as in a blaze of black and white, Ausdauer raced in for a landing. With the wings of an angeni, he could soar high into the sky, far above the capabilities of wind or flutter. Many angenis enjoyed the peace of the quiet skies, but for Audsdauer, the heights were an opportunity for something more: skydiving. After flying as high as his wings would take him, he pulled them in...and dove.
It was a reckless undertaking, but once he'd decided it would be fun, there was no one that could talk him out of it. So far though, he'd managed to avoid becoming a blood splatter on the fields.
Today was no exception. With the ease of practice, just when it seemed that there was no way to land safely, Ausdauer fanned out all eight of his many wings at once and, gently, coasted into a landing. Perfect!
Mewsings of An Angel