Post by Oan Skyhawk on Aug 7, 2012 18:58:47 GMT -1
Oan surveyed the area around him, the breeze rustling the long grass giving the plains a sea like quality.
He was tired, tired of everything, tired of losing but most of all he was ashamed. He had withdrawn into himself, abandoned contact with the other residents of Tialka. He hunted in areas he knew no others would be, when they gathered to talk or feast he stayed in his nest area or hid in the shadows, unable to bring himself back into he light for fear of judgement.
It was for these reasons that Oan had decided to depart Tialka, for good. It had been a home to him, it's residents welcoming him with open arms. It was not home anymore, his mistake, his moment of doubt had led to this. So Oan took one last look at the place he called home.
He didn't say goodbye or leave a message to the friends he had made here, he looked around, looked up at the stars above him and launched himself into the air.
Forcing himself upwards at an ever gathering speed he only concentrated on the sky and what was beyond, but he could not resist. Once he was flying through the depth of space he stopped and turned.
There Tialka hung, a perfect sphere that looked almost marble like. He looked and longed to go back there, instead, he turned and he flew.
He was tired, tired of everything, tired of losing but most of all he was ashamed. He had withdrawn into himself, abandoned contact with the other residents of Tialka. He hunted in areas he knew no others would be, when they gathered to talk or feast he stayed in his nest area or hid in the shadows, unable to bring himself back into he light for fear of judgement.
It was for these reasons that Oan had decided to depart Tialka, for good. It had been a home to him, it's residents welcoming him with open arms. It was not home anymore, his mistake, his moment of doubt had led to this. So Oan took one last look at the place he called home.
He didn't say goodbye or leave a message to the friends he had made here, he looked around, looked up at the stars above him and launched himself into the air.
Forcing himself upwards at an ever gathering speed he only concentrated on the sky and what was beyond, but he could not resist. Once he was flying through the depth of space he stopped and turned.
There Tialka hung, a perfect sphere that looked almost marble like. He looked and longed to go back there, instead, he turned and he flew.
