by canter » Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:33 pm
Serenity woke with a jolt. She panted a few times, trying to regain her breath, who was escaping her. She shook her head and then felt that pang in her neck. She growled at the everlasting pain, but she realized it had lessend since yesterday. She let her crumpled wings expand and she clenched her teeth as they got caught in one another. She couldn't groom them, her neck was too sore. She sighed, exasperated. She felt the wind baffle her face and managed a tiny hint of a smile. She sprung into the air. She let her wings search for a thick current of air, when she found it, she stayed in place, not going forward or backwards. She scanned the place where she had been sleeping. She grimaced. Not very comfortable. Her untidy wing, which was very rare, stuttered a little before holding, and Serenity flew forwards rapidly, but not as fast as she would have liked to go. She didn't know where Crow was, or Zero, or the Alpha. She thought for a moment and scowled. Or those two stuck up males that were always slauntering around, thinking they looked cool in a way. Ughh. She let the wind blow her around gently; as there was lots of powerful gusts, she only stuck her wi,ngs half way to steer herself through the melancholic skies. She eventually landed on the ground firmly and decided to lay down. She felt just the slightest pain in her paw. How had she? How had she cured so fast? She shut her eyes and came to a conclusion. Zero must have cured it. Must have done a good job too. Serenity lay and ignored the pain in her neck, she tidied her messy wings until they looked even better than before. She smiled when she had finished pruning them. She noticed the bloody patch of red on her silky tawny fur and frowned, she flew to that stream again, nearly an instinct. She didn't know how she found it, it was like a magnet to her. She gently lowered her neck and pressed it on the stream. The cold, pure fluid cleansed her wound and she smiled with the pleasure of the rushing cold. When her pelt was clean, she sat up and sighed, maybe just a little content.
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