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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 11:18 am
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Her wings ached, a dull throbbing of over-taxed bones and muscles that threatened to distract her from her job. The wind, usually something she enjoyed, tugged at sore feathers, making her flinch and dip sharply. Quickly correcting her angle she fly low, skimming the tops of the scrubby bushes before rising just a little higher. She was seeking the herds, or even a lone animal that her Cinga could take down. She was even keeping an eye out for anything that had recently died. Ilanga had stressed just how very dire their situation was when Idla had left for yet another scouting mission. Glancing over her shoulder she couldn't see her lion friend at all, but she knew Ilanga was out there, performing her own systimatic sweep of the pride's land, looking for anything edible.
Suddenly she sropped again, her left wing muscles seizing up fast as the strain had finally grown too much for her stressed muscles. With a jerky, awkward flapping she dropped more than flew to the gruond, landing hard and stumbling forwards. Managing to right herself she stood stiffly, feeling weird to be standing on the ground again, her sore wings mantled out frmo her body on either side, the limbs unwilling to bend back against her body.
Sighing she looked upwards. She needed to be up there! A grounded vulture was a useless vulture...
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 2:05 pm
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