He stared at the wide expanse of the gym, wings opened behind him at ready. He continued to stare at the big area for a full two seconds before sighing in disappointment.
He had came here to practice, practice flying. Falling out of the tower, from a hundred feet, to the ground, in blistering weather had really affected him, but not as much as a certain red headed man who had suggested.
That was kind of he reason why he chose the gym: a room that was big enough for him to fly and small enough so he wouldn't get hurt. And because it had none of the roaring winds as it was outside.
To fly, was it really that hard for him? He had never flown a lot before, being shut in his house for most of his life.
He thought, as he fingered his soft, fragile, white wing. A dark crimson spot had marred the purity of the white. The only reason he had survived the fall was actually because he was smart enough to use them as a cushion and got a broken bone because of it.
Sighing, he thought, was he really that bad?
'I mean, I'm not even attempting to fly now...'
He has gotten quite frustrated at himself, so much, that his wings had taken on a different tone, and just took off from the even surface. He flew around for a bit, gliding in the sort, before agony in his right wing caused him to lose focus and fall.
He wasn't really meant for flying, really.
He had came here to practice, practice flying. Falling out of the tower, from a hundred feet, to the ground, in blistering weather had really affected him, but not as much as a certain red headed man who had suggested.
That was kind of he reason why he chose the gym: a room that was big enough for him to fly and small enough so he wouldn't get hurt. And because it had none of the roaring winds as it was outside.
To fly, was it really that hard for him? He had never flown a lot before, being shut in his house for most of his life.
He thought, as he fingered his soft, fragile, white wing. A dark crimson spot had marred the purity of the white. The only reason he had survived the fall was actually because he was smart enough to use them as a cushion and got a broken bone because of it.
Sighing, he thought, was he really that bad?
'I mean, I'm not even attempting to fly now...'
He has gotten quite frustrated at himself, so much, that his wings had taken on a different tone, and just took off from the even surface. He flew around for a bit, gliding in the sort, before agony in his right wing caused him to lose focus and fall.
He wasn't really meant for flying, really.