Higher and Higher
That was all it did.
It hardly stopped to rest, it didn't ever once look like it would falter and fall.
It... Just kept on flying... Higher and higher...
Under the wings of the Great One...
Where had he been going? It seemed like his flight was never steady and sure. He could perform the looks of a steady flier, ever continuing to fly forwards, straight and beautiful. In the eyes of the others that looked at him, he seemed well versed in this. Obviously he should be, he was after all a bird a prey, while not as large as the famed Eagles, Falconry was still named after his kind, and it was built in him since he was young.
But amidst all the seemingly flawless glides he did, he knew he struggled to maintain his flight pattern. While it didn't take much focus, he knew he wasn't doing it the right way. He flapped the right way, his wings were spread perfectly, his tailfeathers were at the best angle... Everything was right...
Yet a nagging feeling continued to tell him that... That something just wasn't right... Something... Something prevented him from flying higher.
Gliding down to a tree, he stopped to catch his breath. For some strange reason, it was getting more and more tiring to fly... He wasn't aging very fast, so it definitely wasn't time. The winds were still, and the air was light... Yet as day passed, he grew weary of this flight... Of... Flying...
His eyes gazed longingly up into the sky. Sure enough, at some incredible distance above, the Great One continued to glide through the air, keeping an ever watchful eye on all that lay beneath. Though just a barely visible speck, his sharp sight caught on the little Nightingale that continued to fly beneath the Great One's wings. It seemed to be twittering and singing as it followed closely, sheltered from any wind or rain.
How...?
Every day as night approached, the little songbird would flutter its frail little wings back down to its little nest, resting while the moon took its turn to watch the world. Then early the next morning, it would awake, take a dip in a cool lake nearby, then take on its journey back up next to the Great One above. Effortlessly, it would flap its little wings and climb the skies, unhindered by hail nor wind, sun nor rain. Somehow, it would find and catch the little updraft made by the Great One directly beneath Itself, and the little voice of heaven would flutter back to its side, twittering and singing to its heart's content.
He had tried to look for that updraft before. Sometimes he found it, sometimes he didn't. But whenever he tried to ride it up, somewhere along the journey something wrong would happen- his wings would fail, or his tailfeathers would ruffle and angle the wrong way, or his balance would get upset...
But most of the time, his mind would take over and alert him to safety precautions, forcing himself out of the updraft that would take him into the higher regions of the sky, a kingdom of which he had never dared to visit before- lower air pressure, less breathable air... Many things he could not handle even while he was near to the ground. What more at an immense height that none other dare reach...?
He was joined by a Crow, a Stork and a grey Dove. They were his friends, and they started cawing and cooing together, relating their new stories and random different subjects. Even as he tried to chat with them, his eyes would once in a while glance up to the sky, looking at the two tiny figures above him.
The songbird's voice had captured him, and its petite demure self had imprinted its picture into his mind. At the same time, its closeness with the Great One made him jealous; jealous that he could not follow It so closely. He had tried, but he didn't know how... Even if he wanted to try, he didn't know how to approach the Nightingale to ask... He had always been too nervous around it, his heart would beat too fast and his mind would think too much. This little beauty was the only one who had ever made him feel that way... Yet its feelings for him were just much too far off for him to dare another approach...
His strength and will to take flight continued to wane every day, his eyes continue to longingly look at the two silhouttes from a great distance, his own height seemingly dropping day by day...
Sighing a great sigh unheard by the colony of other animals he had to visit every day to play his part, he alighted from his branch, his wings feeling heavier than usual...
It hardly stopped to rest, it didn't ever once look like it would falter and fall.
It... Just kept on flying... Higher and higher...
Under the wings of the Great One...
Where had he been going? It seemed like his flight was never steady and sure. He could perform the looks of a steady flier, ever continuing to fly forwards, straight and beautiful. In the eyes of the others that looked at him, he seemed well versed in this. Obviously he should be, he was after all a bird a prey, while not as large as the famed Eagles, Falconry was still named after his kind, and it was built in him since he was young.
But amidst all the seemingly flawless glides he did, he knew he struggled to maintain his flight pattern. While it didn't take much focus, he knew he wasn't doing it the right way. He flapped the right way, his wings were spread perfectly, his tailfeathers were at the best angle... Everything was right...
Yet a nagging feeling continued to tell him that... That something just wasn't right... Something... Something prevented him from flying higher.
Gliding down to a tree, he stopped to catch his breath. For some strange reason, it was getting more and more tiring to fly... He wasn't aging very fast, so it definitely wasn't time. The winds were still, and the air was light... Yet as day passed, he grew weary of this flight... Of... Flying...
His eyes gazed longingly up into the sky. Sure enough, at some incredible distance above, the Great One continued to glide through the air, keeping an ever watchful eye on all that lay beneath. Though just a barely visible speck, his sharp sight caught on the little Nightingale that continued to fly beneath the Great One's wings. It seemed to be twittering and singing as it followed closely, sheltered from any wind or rain.
How...?
Every day as night approached, the little songbird would flutter its frail little wings back down to its little nest, resting while the moon took its turn to watch the world. Then early the next morning, it would awake, take a dip in a cool lake nearby, then take on its journey back up next to the Great One above. Effortlessly, it would flap its little wings and climb the skies, unhindered by hail nor wind, sun nor rain. Somehow, it would find and catch the little updraft made by the Great One directly beneath Itself, and the little voice of heaven would flutter back to its side, twittering and singing to its heart's content.
He had tried to look for that updraft before. Sometimes he found it, sometimes he didn't. But whenever he tried to ride it up, somewhere along the journey something wrong would happen- his wings would fail, or his tailfeathers would ruffle and angle the wrong way, or his balance would get upset...
But most of the time, his mind would take over and alert him to safety precautions, forcing himself out of the updraft that would take him into the higher regions of the sky, a kingdom of which he had never dared to visit before- lower air pressure, less breathable air... Many things he could not handle even while he was near to the ground. What more at an immense height that none other dare reach...?
He was joined by a Crow, a Stork and a grey Dove. They were his friends, and they started cawing and cooing together, relating their new stories and random different subjects. Even as he tried to chat with them, his eyes would once in a while glance up to the sky, looking at the two tiny figures above him.
The songbird's voice had captured him, and its petite demure self had imprinted its picture into his mind. At the same time, its closeness with the Great One made him jealous; jealous that he could not follow It so closely. He had tried, but he didn't know how... Even if he wanted to try, he didn't know how to approach the Nightingale to ask... He had always been too nervous around it, his heart would beat too fast and his mind would think too much. This little beauty was the only one who had ever made him feel that way... Yet its feelings for him were just much too far off for him to dare another approach...
His strength and will to take flight continued to wane every day, his eyes continue to longingly look at the two silhouttes from a great distance, his own height seemingly dropping day by day...
Sighing a great sigh unheard by the colony of other animals he had to visit every day to play his part, he alighted from his branch, his wings feeling heavier than usual...
posted by Liil Masks at 9:44 pm
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O.o; Animal planet?
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