- Atlamas sat on the side on the mountain, deep in the Waylands, deeper then he wanted to be. Looking at his wings that appeared to still be dripping blood and a few of his feathers had come out in the scuffle. Taking a moment before regaining his composure and letting his breath catch up, he could only recall what had happened just moments ago on the opposite peak of the mountain. He had done a good job keeping his kind secret in the world of kells since many were against the mythical creatures that still roamed the land. Staying high in the mountains was his best bet, but after today, he was not too sure anymore. Plus, he was starting to get lonely being the only Pegasus, or at least that he knew of. He wanted to search out for others, and that is what he was setting out to do.
While flying down the mountainside where most wolves dared to adventure, he had come across some odd-looking prints that he had not recognized in his time here in the Waylands. Before landing, he thoroughly scanned his area while hovering quite a few yards above the ground. His huge wings creating quite an airflow to the ground, even from ways away. After confirming the area was clear he landed on the side of the mountain and started to search around for anything, thinking maybe another winged beast like himself was around, but to his dismay, the prints were not hoofed but yet, still not pawprints from any wolves that he had seen in the area.
From the air, when it was cloudy in the Waylands, he had observed the bigger wolves that called this area home, and they were ones he desperately did not want to meet for they could probably render him grounded, and then, it would be all over for him.
While finishing looking at the prints, he started to search around when he heard a quick noise from above. Without looking, he started to lengthen his wings to take off and as his back legs were started to jolt off the ground his body abruptly slammed into the side of the mountain. With a quick shake of his mane, he started to stand up, only to be slightly pulled by his left side wing.
Upon looking, he saw a big boulder had come crashing down the mountainside, landing on the top feathers of his wing. With a frightened look, he saw the slightest trickle of blood start to come down the base of his wing and on to the ground.
I can't freak out.
And yet, he started to freak out. He was a stuck prey, a stuck mythical prey at that and he had heard a wolf was going around labeled as the Monster Hunter, and that frightened Atla. Adjusting his body, yet bending his wing at a painful angle, he moved up the mountain and started to push the boulder with his head. The boulder was not the biggest and could be easily pushed, but with every push, he could feel the pain of the pulling of feathers. With a quick screech that was a combination of a horse whinny and large birds scream, he finally pushed the boulder off as he sent it down a little farther.
Looking at the mangled feathers, he noticed a few were pulled and broken. They would grow back and he had flown with a crippled wing before, and outstretching it, he let out a sigh of relief knowing it was not broken, just battered.
His happiness was short-lived when he started to hear paw prints his the ground behind him and without looking his started to gallop as fast as he could along the plains, allowing all four hooves to make their four-step cadence while his wings started to beat the ground to create some lift. While wincing in pain, he started to lift off to return to his place high on the mountainside where only winged creatures could call home. He knew he made a mistake leaving the feathers behind, but hopefully, they would mistake them for a big vulture, or possibly another large winged creature. Who would believe that a winged pony still roamed around?
As he rested his wing in his nest, he started to think about the next places he could fly too once his wing had made a full recovery. He knew he could still fly on this battered wing, but to make a full trip away from the Waylands and possibly into other areas was risky.
He did not know of any other areas but he knew he had to make his exit from this area fast before any Monster Hunters decided that the feathers that were left behind were not just any ordinary feathers.
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