Just hanging around
Added 2020-06-07 02:43:05 +0000 UTC
Firi found it curious that this mysterious forest—the Nightwood, as the dragoness she encountered within its deeper reaches called it—bore her colors. Or was it the other way around? The faint light slipping through the thick, violet canopies reflected on the murmuring river below, shards of silver glinting off its slithering surface. Though it was almost blinding to her sharp, gryphon eyes, it would have looked at muted as her ashen rosettes to far less fortunate creatures attracted by its strange serenity.
Rynthara advised her on what to hunt; to target the mundane-looking prey and shy away from the different, more primal quarry. She slipped not the reasoning, only an ominous warning that evaded Firi while she focused on studying the regal dragoness. Wariness kept her several wingspans away from her, as the history of her race dictated, yet to Firi, she seemed more likely to nuzzle her neck in greeting than bite it.
Frustrated with herself more than with the wait for a dragoness that might not return to this spot a second time, Firi began rocking on the thick limb of an unusually tall tree she lounged on, favoring one wing or the other whenever she tilted from side to side. It was far more difficult to maintain her balance as an adult, and no matter how agile she might have been as a chick, the gryphoness’ balance wavered, her hanging haunches unable to hook the claws of her dangling paws into the wood for one last save.
The longer talons of her forepaws succeeded, however, and a few quick flaps of her wings helped in stabilizing her by pushing her hind legs over the pleasantly smooth wood. Aware that she would only hang like that for a few moments, her beak snaked towards the white, teasing tip of her flicking tail, only to settle for gripping its base in the final moment before her inevitable plunge.
“Crrrk,” she squawked, more in longing than triumph. None of her nest mates were there to witness her display of agility and flexibility. They wished not follow her outside the safety of their colony, so under the faltering gaze of the pale moon there was only her, hanging like a fool.
Firi(c) is my character
Art done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/lauralien/
