No, I cannot resist
The desert stretched endless and golden beneath Marcus’ wings, heat shimmering in waves off the dunes. It had never been easier for Marcus to travel.
He rode the air high, an eagle against the pale sky, feathers catching the thermals that rose from the sunbaked earth. His wings carried him high and far and so much faster than his legs could ever take him. The warmth lifted him effortlessly, no need to fight the wind as he so often did in Halo. There, the air was heavy and sharp, laden with frost that clung to his plumage. The gales came at him sideways, biting and unrelenting, every wingbeat a battle against the storm. Here, the silence was wide and unbroken. No crackle of ice shifting on the sea, no howl of snow through the streets. Only the sweep of sand, the faint whisper of wind against stone, and the steady rush of air through his feathers.
It was exhilarating.
Until he was in a place he definitely didn't want to be in, with a dragon looming.
Panic laced through the eagle and he kept himself in the air.
He rode the air high, an eagle against the pale sky, feathers catching the thermals that rose from the sunbaked earth. His wings carried him high and far and so much faster than his legs could ever take him. The warmth lifted him effortlessly, no need to fight the wind as he so often did in Halo. There, the air was heavy and sharp, laden with frost that clung to his plumage. The gales came at him sideways, biting and unrelenting, every wingbeat a battle against the storm. Here, the silence was wide and unbroken. No crackle of ice shifting on the sea, no howl of snow through the streets. Only the sweep of sand, the faint whisper of wind against stone, and the steady rush of air through his feathers.
It was exhilarating.
Until he was in a place he definitely didn't want to be in, with a dragon looming.
Panic laced through the eagle and he kept himself in the air.
Every time your gravity has a hold on me
