Climbing up the rest of the way, Bayde slipped on a patch of ice, but caught his stance on his right knuckles, and popped back up, finishing his gait. The snow on the hill below him now was crumbling beneath his stride, but he made it. Grinning to himself, and sucking in a deep breath, he looked around arrogantly.
“Yeah…” Chuckled to himself. As he turned around on his heel, he said, “I got this,” and had just enough time for his eyes to widen before he felt his feet fly up in front of him. Landing flat on his back he looked up at the sunset sky, groaning. Fortunately, only the shorter stems of the wings that were attached to his back stuck into his skin; only one or two piercing his skin.
Carefully, he stood up, trying not to bend the branches of the wings the druid woman gave him. The wings on his back couldn’t come off by his own doing. Only an avariel elf could remove the wings from him safely. Bayde’s journey was unique this time, as it wasn’t a mission doled out to him by Ori’Ziya’s father. This voyage was lead by something deep within Bayde.
He was lead to a large oak tree which housed an old druid woman inside. The crazy thing is she was already outside waiting for him. Bayde began to explain how he ended up there, but the old woman smiled at him softly and turned around without a word, stepping back inside of the tree. She was only gone a moment, but when she emerged, she was holding the wings.
“This is what you’ll need to take back,” she said. Usually, Bayde would ask questions. His questions were blunt and poignant; leading to pin-pointed answers to help him understand things. However, this time, he simply nodded, already understanding, and turned around to let her affix the wings to him. Little did he know though the powers these wings held. Shortly after that, he was off again, to head back home. He had no idea yet that his hair changed color.
Once Bayde was up off the ground, he looked behind and over his shoulder carefully. The bit of blood from the wings shifting and the impact from his back landing on them was minimal, thankfully. The spot he was standing in now was warm, as the sun fully shown through the break in the trees. Closing his eyes, he gathered the energy he needed from the wings, and as the sun’s rays caressed his skin, warming him, his thoughts drifted to Ori’Ziya back home. He felt an urgency to get back home now. He popped his eyes open and looked up. The sun was setting directly in front of him so he turned right and began to run again.
BRODERICK is wearing:
Hair: Exile::Unravel (messy) Grayscale
Face Paint: Zombie Suicide :Z.S: War Paint #1
Tattoo: [flit ink] Dirty Wastelander V3.30 tattoo
Collar: Gabriel – ::GB::Armour Gorget Collar Gold (gacha)
Pants: Gabriel – ::GB::Gladiator Pants Black (gacha)
Shoes: Gabriel – ::GB::Gladiator Boots GOLD (gacha)
Accessory: Noble Creations – [NC] – Hunter’s Quiver
Accessory: Noble Creations – [NC] – Skull Warrior – Bracer
Accessory: [BODY FACTORY] Illusion Knife Bracelet (Brown)