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Post by Rustie on Oct 27, 2011 15:19:34 GMT -5
A white figure stood out against the picturesque Appleloosa plains. His broad frame making light work of the heated paths, leading him to nowhere. He wasn't sure where he was going any more, after his crash earlier that day he only new two things for sure. One being that he wasn't going to be flying back home any time soon, the second being how stupid he was to try and fly through the sand storm. He had lost is bearings so quickly and suddenly the ground was so close...
A shiver ran down his spine has he remembered the crash, a quick glance back to his dishevelled feathers and more so his poor left wing. He would be fine once he rested it but that seemed to be all he could do, it was far to painful to fly now.
Trying not to dwell on his grounded state he pushed himself forwards, enjoying the view of the world around him. It was a rare thing for him to actually spend time on the ground so almost all the life around him was a new sight to see.
He released a sigh, a small smile finding its way back to him once more. Maybe the crash wasn't a total loss after all.
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