Blue Raptor
Ad Astra Per Aspera
@Barred Rock Mama (I know it’s like late morning in Pyrrhia, so it would be sunset, night in Parsealia, right?)
Venom lifted the silk trapdoor, squinting and blinking at the light. Once her eyes adjusted, she scanned the dusty, dry grasslands for signs of dragons. None. She lifted the light trapdoor a little more and gazed up at the skies. Still no dragons. Good.
She glanced back down the tunnel, but couldn’t see the guard she had left there through the darkness. “Stay safe, your highness.” A voice rumbled anyway. “Of course, I know.” Venom growled, and shut the trapdoor.
Her four eyes blinked as they continued to adjust to the rapidly declining light. Even though it was sunset, she had to get used to the brightness after walking in the tunnels for half an hour. She took a large breath of clear air and smiled. This was the only moment every week she got to herself. Truly herself.
She lifted her four translucent, web-patterned wings and flew off towards the faintly crashing sound of ocean waves.
The WebWing queen always insisted she have a moment at sunset to herself at the end of every week. Living underground felt natural with dirt and webbed walls surrounding her, but being aboveground sometimes helped her relax. And she wasn’t talking about the Webbed Palace, she meant out here at the edge of their territory near the sea.
Her talons flexed freely and she allowed her stingers to slide out for a moment before receding back into her wrists.
She’d never risk this in the middle of the day. Sundown was the only time her guard and advisors felt was safe enough for her to be alone. Her ebony black and brown scales gleamed reddish in the light of the sun, and her large, wavy horns glowed with a slightly amber brown color.
She landed on the sand at the edge of the beach, grass and scrub stretching as far to the east she could see that she knew led to the Light Kingdom. To the west, she could see the peninsula of the WebWings stretching out widely, illuminated in the fading rays of the sun.
Venom lifted the silk trapdoor, squinting and blinking at the light. Once her eyes adjusted, she scanned the dusty, dry grasslands for signs of dragons. None. She lifted the light trapdoor a little more and gazed up at the skies. Still no dragons. Good.
She glanced back down the tunnel, but couldn’t see the guard she had left there through the darkness. “Stay safe, your highness.” A voice rumbled anyway. “Of course, I know.” Venom growled, and shut the trapdoor.
Her four eyes blinked as they continued to adjust to the rapidly declining light. Even though it was sunset, she had to get used to the brightness after walking in the tunnels for half an hour. She took a large breath of clear air and smiled. This was the only moment every week she got to herself. Truly herself.
She lifted her four translucent, web-patterned wings and flew off towards the faintly crashing sound of ocean waves.
The WebWing queen always insisted she have a moment at sunset to herself at the end of every week. Living underground felt natural with dirt and webbed walls surrounding her, but being aboveground sometimes helped her relax. And she wasn’t talking about the Webbed Palace, she meant out here at the edge of their territory near the sea.
Her talons flexed freely and she allowed her stingers to slide out for a moment before receding back into her wrists.
She’d never risk this in the middle of the day. Sundown was the only time her guard and advisors felt was safe enough for her to be alone. Her ebony black and brown scales gleamed reddish in the light of the sun, and her large, wavy horns glowed with a slightly amber brown color.
She landed on the sand at the edge of the beach, grass and scrub stretching as far to the east she could see that she knew led to the Light Kingdom. To the west, she could see the peninsula of the WebWings stretching out widely, illuminated in the fading rays of the sun.
