*Fullview please!*Enough was enough. Alaeus wasn't going to stand by one more day and watch Wingless tear his heart to pieces, staring at her wings. She had to do something. Anything.
Whatever it took to soothe her new friend's soul, at least for a moment.
"Wingless?" Alaeus switched her tail, unsure how he would react to her idea. "Wingless, do you trust me? Do you...do you trust my wings?"
"What?" the male gryphon, usually so reserved and shy, met her gaze. "Why would you ask a thing like that?"
"I want to take you somewhere I used to go. Before I learned how to fly...when I wanted to anyway. I can't fly with you, but I can do a little. Come with me!"
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At the top of the waterfall, Wingless hesitated. The roar of the river was spectacular, the spray beading on his feathers and Alaeus,' rolling harmlessly off their osprey plumage.
"Can you do this, Alaeus? I don't want to hurt you."
The female gryphon glanced sidelong at him. He hadn't asked about her injuries, about the ragged mess of her wings, and she couldn't tell him how much she appreciated his silence. She wasn't sure she could talk about it yet.
"I can do this. I have to do this. Have you got the harness?" Wingless nodded and gingerly stepped into the jury-rigged contraption. Alaeus shrugged the straps over her shoulders, feeling the familiar chafing of the leather between her wings. Like her carry-bag...like that day four months ago.
She had to do this. This was the first time she had flown since the battle. Since Skerry had ripped feathers from her wings, scored great scars across her tail and wing and hindleg. Since the impact with the Grandesque--and the cliff, after that--had shattered her right foreleg, and torn off her third toe. Her leg was healing, and the scars would fade. All that mattered was that she still had her wings. Alaeus shuddered, her wings mantling.
"I'm fine. Let's do this!" Together, they waddled to the edge of the falls, ungainly in the dual harness. The female gryphon bent her head to Wingless.
"Close your eyes."
Alive in the spray, wet feather plastered against their chests, wind roaring in their ears, they hung between sky and water--where ospreys belonged. Then they dropped, Alaeus' wounded wings whistling in pain and triumph, the air parting before them in a magnificent arc.
It was almost like flying.
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I swear to dog if Photoshop crashes on me one more time, I'm going to smash my laptop.
APART FROM THAT, HAVE AN ART!
I was derping through my unread deviations folder the other day, when I noticed
's lovely gryphon character Wingless
, who happens to be an osprey/cougar, same as Alaeus
. She promptly drew me THIS
gorgeous thing, because she's awesome like that.
So of course I had to do a pic of Wingless and Alaeus together! I wasn't sure how to approach it at first...so much of Alaeus' character is centered around flight. How would she approach a gryphon like Wingless?
The answer, of course, is FLY ANYWAY. ;3
I also wanted to explore the aftermath of [link]
, where Alaeus took on Skerry of Grandesque. Stoopid gryphon.
She's healing, but she has a couple of new scars and a missing toe. And maybe a bit of emotion she's got to work through.
Wingless is helping.