Time passes quickly for most. For the young female, it seemed to be going a little too slow. Her patience was being tested as she grew and her strength, especially in her wings, developed. Pacing through the den for what felt like the thousandth time that day, she waited for her mother to return. Her father had left earlier that day to go on his patrol through their territory. Normally, she would go with him but today was special. Mother was coming to take her on her first flight.
Her large ears perked forward as she heard the familiar rushing of wind that signaled her mother's arrival. Letting out an excited roar-bark, she ran from the den and raced over to the clearing where her mother could land. She watched the way her mother's wings pumped at the air while she landed, and she could no longer contain her joy, circling, leaping, and twisting about.
Her mother chuckled softly as she set down and lowered her head to gaze with one large eye at her daughter. "Ready?"
"Yes! I've been ready my whole life!" She moved between her mother's legs and looked up at her.
"Very well. Here we go." With her mother easily five times larger than herself, she was readily scooped up in her talons and lifted away into the air. Higher and higher they went, until the trees that were so large, were now nothing more than tiny twigs standing up. Positioning her wings, she took a deep breath and then was released.
Falling.... That's what was happening. She was falling and she didn't know how to stop herself. Her hands...no, her claws grasped at the air, trying to find something that she could catch onto and stop her downward trek. Above her, she could hear the downward sweep of her mother's wings against the sky and below, she could hear the sound of her father's whines. He was worried for her. She could tell that he was and he had every reason to be, for she was worried too.
With great effort, she pulled her wings in toward her body, but the wind was stronger than the muscles in the large structures were and they were wrenched painfully back open, causing her to flip over. Looking up at her mother, she could see her own mane now as it blasted around her elongated face. "Help," she cried out with her mind at her mother as she began to descend faster. Whether the great dragon above heard her plea or not, she did not know. Lashing her long tail about and twisting her body like a cat, she managed to flip herself back over. She almost wished that she hadn't. The ground was much closer to her now and her large crimson eyes became larger. The natural membrane over her eyes, protecting them from the cold wind.
Below, a giant maned wolf paced back and forth through the trees, his muzzle turned up toward the sky and silver eyes watching her. He let out a low roar-bark. It wasn't for her. He was calling to her mother, his own plead to her to stop the descent of his daughter. As he moved around, he flickered in and out of view, his worry making it difficult to maintain a solid form.
Panting heavily, the young draganine extended her four legs out below her, bracing herself for the impact to the ground. Her eyes shut tight and felt a tree branch smack against her left wing, catching in and forcing her to turn onto her side. Another branch struck across her flank and she growled with pain. Over and over, she was beat by the thick branches of the trees. Her only saving grace, the obsidian scales covering her body. Craning her neck to keep her head up high, she let out a defeated roar and with a final crack and a sickening thud, she hit the wet earth.
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