@Shadowborn
Argya looked at the clear waters of the lake before dipping one of her talons in it. Small rings former around her claw, distorting the previously perfect image of her that had been reflected on the lake. The wind messing up her silver fur, making it dance it the silent rhythm that only it knew how to play. It had been a long time since she had been in such a peaceful place, the usually rebellious bjartskular opened her wings and allowed the wind to run over them, closing her eyes as she allowed the breeze take her own mind with it.
She traveled to her old home, where her parents and the rest of her species surely still was, the hidden palace between the tall mountains that no human would ever climb, the powerful volcano where she broke the shell of her egg along with her brothers and sisters, the human city where she had been for the past couple of years. A small sound that could only be described as a mix between a reptile’s growl and a feline’s purr could be heard coming from the depths of her throat.
Slowly her thoughts were carried back to her, making her open her eyes and close her wings, folding them back on her back. Her tail curled up around her stuff, which was her trusty electric guitar and a small pile of essential stuff, like money and her cellphone. When she transformed she could transform her clothes with her, unluckily she couldn’t do the same to the objects that she was carrying with her, thing that could be a bit problematic…maybe she should start carrying those in a bag or something, just in case.
A small set of noises made her turn her head a bit, her eyes landing on an apparent human figure not far from her. She wasn’t completely sure though, wasn’t this place supposed to be only for gifted people and creatures like her?
Argya looked at the clear waters of the lake before dipping one of her talons in it. Small rings former around her claw, distorting the previously perfect image of her that had been reflected on the lake. The wind messing up her silver fur, making it dance it the silent rhythm that only it knew how to play. It had been a long time since she had been in such a peaceful place, the usually rebellious bjartskular opened her wings and allowed the wind to run over them, closing her eyes as she allowed the breeze take her own mind with it.
She traveled to her old home, where her parents and the rest of her species surely still was, the hidden palace between the tall mountains that no human would ever climb, the powerful volcano where she broke the shell of her egg along with her brothers and sisters, the human city where she had been for the past couple of years. A small sound that could only be described as a mix between a reptile’s growl and a feline’s purr could be heard coming from the depths of her throat.
Slowly her thoughts were carried back to her, making her open her eyes and close her wings, folding them back on her back. Her tail curled up around her stuff, which was her trusty electric guitar and a small pile of essential stuff, like money and her cellphone. When she transformed she could transform her clothes with her, unluckily she couldn’t do the same to the objects that she was carrying with her, thing that could be a bit problematic…maybe she should start carrying those in a bag or something, just in case.
A small set of noises made her turn her head a bit, her eyes landing on an apparent human figure not far from her. She wasn’t completely sure though, wasn’t this place supposed to be only for gifted people and creatures like her?