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Coroth
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-‡- Kin of Air -‡- (Graded)



Vhalar 20th 719

-‡-The gloominess of the weekend finally ended. The clouds had begun giving way to the brightness of the shimmering orb high in the skies that offered it's extorting rays of heat that blasphemied the concealing layers of drifting dulling colors that floated so high above that at times even Coroth knew they should not be reached. There were times, when they'd drift low though, low enough that he could fly to them, and hover in the skies along side them as their appearance and form would shift.

Even now, as the waning clouds were receding towards the horizon, he was in the skies, nearing one the looming cinereal apparitions. It was larger than himself by an immense proportion, and as he neared it, one end of it began to form into some demonically shaped head. A head that began to look towards him passingly as it continued to drift within the empty void of the sky. For the cloud drifted slowly onwards, being sent passing over the forested lands below by a wind that swept through the feathers of his wings at different angles that shifted their degres continually as these moments continued.

His chest was breathing in the same wind, dousing his lungs with their fill of cool, chilling air that bled well into harvesting muscles and bones beyond hi thoughts with each of his enthralling breaths. Breaths that sent the same air, the same winds throughout his bloodstream and even his mind. It was already speaking to him in a sense. Dismally before the winds shifted, then wailing quietly with whispers that it was here to destroy. As if drenching the earthen grounds below would ruin the beauty of the earth to those who appreciated the look of it whilst in the basking illumination of the brilliant orb far beyond the skies above. Or, in the least, Coroth mused, it would destroy ones mood with such gloomy surroundings.

It was with discipline that he restrained himself from leaving the skies entirely. The cold winds were becoming a challenge that he was overcoming. For as he continued to spend time with it, in the skies, chasing down such apparitions that he was being led to believe could be a spirit of an elemental. Or perhaps the cloud itself was a more lucid form to see it in. As he chased after it, and listened to its wind driven whisperings as well as full out blowings into his ear of words and prolonging syllables, he began to understand that it was chaotic in nature, and had a mind for melancholy. The lengths of his hair had entered a state of dissarray behind and around his head. The winds sending it continually whipping and snaking behind his head to lick at his pristled neck where his armor did not conceal his flesh with its vise of protection.

The threading beatings of his heart hammered against the muscles containing his chest as he pursued the shifting apparition of the cloud still further. Seeking to reveal the plight of why it was so chaotic in nature. So of a mindset to destroy those below them, and whether it would destroy him as well in some manner. Discipline was used, keeping the muscles along his back aching with a need to endure this flight even longer.

It was then, that he began to speak with it on another level, in another manner. The winds giving in as he maintained himself as its company. For the spark inside of him was known to the winds, it was now though, that he was being insistent to speak with it. Then, finally the winds bellowed through the air that they would not be so cruel with him if he claimed the winds as his kin.

Kin, something that he thought of as the avriels elsewhere in the skies, and the lands below, well out of view of where he flew, yet still relative of him through blood, and the traits they shared through birth.

Yet here he flew, with the winds batting against the underside of his wings, pilfering and tugging at the sleek liniatures of each individual feather that were so light in weight, and kept him in the air, coating their undersides with the winds passage to keep himself in flight.

To be kin with it, with the air that was already passing through and along the frail wall of his feathers like the blood that was within his flesh. Like the very air that he was breathing in, and drawing throughout his physique as it coursed through his bloodstream with each passing beat of his stalwart heart within. Perhaps, the air was more than kin to him already, there would be no denying that it should be welcome to claim the elemental as the same. To proclaim to it that it would be the one of four that he would be spending his time with more than any of the others. Even fire, the most preferred by so many.

It was thus, through weavings of his thoughts, of his voice shouting out into the skies that deafened his tone with the roar of the air that passed beyond his ears as he flew onwards. It was in those moments that he shouted out that he would indeed make it his "kin". His voice, was heard by his own ears, and ears alone echoing through the currents before him. As if the voice itself began to weave, and interlace with the currents that he flew to pursue. Currents of wind that he relied upon to remain in the air so high. The vision of the currents intermingling with the words that were proudly sworn through his vising lips were swept onwards, and into the hovering cinereal that he was in pursuit of.

It was as his declaration, melded, and interwoven as it was reached it' smokey residue within the air that it seemed to fade into its darkened mist. For a moment it was as if it was suckled in to its very essence like smoke by the lips of an inhaling human. To be listened to, and absorbed by the spirit of air that it was. The cloud then shifted in the air before him, for brief moments, the darkness of the cloud, shifted partially into a near figure imitating that of a humanoid. Something of like shape to the avriel who had spoken to it in its trail beyond.

An avriel whos eyes sternly watched the elemental form into something he could recognize, a creature that had a dense rise of horns, and a maw with sharpened ends . The conjoined clouds began to sprout forth a slow formation of wings, similar to the ones that were upon Coroths back. As if seeking to be of kin with Coroth as he sought to become kin with it. The wind still a continual cold abatment against his stoic features that were perhaps even now reddened from the chill.

It was then, that Coroth felt his endurance beginning to give in. For it was not often that he flew so high from the lands below. Flew so high where the clouds were many, and the air was not so thick to breath. He looked upon his newly claimed "kin" for aid as his lungs clamored for breath, and he sought aid in keeping himself in flight, his wings begrudeningly began to give in with the lack of such breaths. The muscles at his back aching all the more as they're weakness was finally exposed against the fighting use of his disciplining will. As the lining of corded muscles along his back uniting them were felt like sheer rods of steel that soon would not be his to use to keep in flight any longer.

Perhaps, he had overstepped his abilities to fly in keeping up with the elemental to make such a pact with it. A pact that he looked longingly towards for help as he began to fear for himself. In the following moments, his discipline gave out, for it was still weak and in need of structuring. His wings were felt slackening behind him as they needed to rest from such extrenuous use in the chase.

It was in the following moment that he felt the winds quickly swarm over him. The feel of them being woven along his wings at angles that sent them back into the air as if by a force beyond his physical abilities. As the spark within him became versed with the spirit of the air that merged within him through his every breath. It knew where his weakness was, and where to fill the space beneath and along his wings so he would not need to use his strength to fly as he began to fall.

The fall was dreaded in those moments, for he was not a master of flight either. Even as an Avriel born with wings. Coroth had not spent such a length of time in flight, so high in altitude as he was now, with such an insistance to catch up with the clouded apparition. It had drained him more than he had anticipated. For he flew routinely with the those of the shadow wings on patrols. This though, was more intense.

In those following moments, his spark was felt merged with the air around, and inside of him. And he began to discern that it was cooperating, if not doing as his thoughts knew it needed to do to keep him flying. It was in those moments, that he felt himself beginning to figure out how to weave the air to his whims. It was with further disciplining, that he fought against his fears that seemed to bite, and nip at him with its pull of weakness and plightings to seek his fall from the skies.

It was with the remaining threads of discipline within his mind, that he began to coerce with the current that was his as an avriel to see. It was these currents of air that continued to blow towards him, over him, and along every muscled curve of flesh of his physique with its chilling essence. A chill that sent his flesh trembling in further interpretation of being cold. Or perhaps of the kindling with the air that was so new to him as an experience.

As the next few breaths passed from his lips, he would find himself no longer needing to use his strength to remain in the skies. The interweaving's of the air carressed along his wings in manners that kept him in flight instead. A carress that was most welcomed, and filled him with pride. He had all the time he would need to relinquish himself over to the spark within him as he flew now, to meld with the winds that would keep him alive in the skies so high above.
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-‡- Time had passed since he'd flown so high into the skies to interweave himself onto another level with the winds. Winds that even now surrounded him, swirling invisibly beneath his wings to keep him aloft and gliding. The currents of sonantly passing waves of air swept delightedly along the length of dozens of subdued feathers that remained exposed as his wingspan remained vigilantly spread to their softened ends to remain adrift. The dark zeal of the blues matched the skies at times, when clouds were not in the skies, or their greying hue did not turn the air into a lightened shade. He was seen as a darkened shape that flew along the lands of forests that covered the northern region beyond the city of Athart till the deserts further north were being passed along with a lazying heart.

The words from the winds still blew along his ears as the winds continued to be with him along with their continually flowing aid beneath tired and laxing wings. If he really needed to, he could have landed anywhere in the forests below. The winds had given him a reach of confidence with their use, their continual presence sending cool caressing's of his long lengths of dark tresses rippling behind his neck to shoulders had become a continual carress to his senses as was the breathing of the cool chilling air that entered lungs that had already become adept to their temperature as the seasons had continued to change earlier through the trials.

Finally though, the spire he sought was eyed, muscles along his back grew all the more terse muscles grown sore from the flight. Muscles that he had to argue with and further delve into the use of discipline to control his body enough to fight through the soreness, and put his wings to use to angle them, and allow him to land in following moments. The air though, became a more useful tool to get him to land, for they had ways to shift his wings about he was discovering, and figuring out as their weave and carressment were constantly breathing their ways into his listening ears.

Suddenly, as his feet were aimed for the dias of stone below, a thought was breathed through the air afore his lips, insinuating the winds to collect beneath him, and slow his descent. The winds ruffled at his feathers as they swirled and pushed ascendingly against the bottom of his wings as they bellowed their soft weave of feathers and hidden flesh. The touching sound of his footfalls upon stone were felt more than heard. Almost expecting a rough impact that might cause the soles of his feet to redden, or even scrape against the roughened rock and cause the letting of blood to smear their ruggedly greyed surface.

Yet for some reason, the winds were more favorable to him after gaining his kinship with the elemental. A passing breath from the air blurred over his features, causing him to close his eyelids to the infliction of the chill one last time as it warned him that it was being easy on him, but not to expect such grace too often in the future.

Eyes of a malignant amber hue lifted from within their lids to watch sinuously as the currents twirled and made their way back into the skies surrounding him. Parting into many directions as they sought to evaporate as their aid was no longer sought to bring him home.

Widening lids gazed about, appreciating in another breath that there were no other avriels flying about so close now that he was within the vicinity of Athart. For they could see currents too, and if he was not careful, perhaps they would catch onto his use of the winds in ways that they were not aware possible, and others would despise and come after him for.

As he moved to step forward, without the wind within his lungs filling blood with its' essence, he finally felt the oozing of blood through the ripped soles of his feet. Seeking to still a bleeding that began throbbing and menacing him, he arched in pain that caused him to crumblingly fall to the ground below. The rough solid surface jarring against bones of his arms and shoulder as he fell into them to get off of his feet. Hands deftly cradled the tops of his feet to reveal their nerve racking undersides. He had been wrong he discovered. The air also was giving him an ability to withstand pain whilst it was within him. But when it was gone..the wounds would be his to feel alone.

Pain wracked at his thoughts through teeth that pressed jaw against jaw to still it. Perhaps he would not be walking anytime soon till they were healed. To the riotous sounds of his painful exertions, the deft feet of a slave girl came to his ears from along the stoney precipice below.

"Lola!" Another painful outburst passed through him, as the release of such air left other parts of his body without that essence of air as well. The soreness along his back that was used to empower his wings suddenly were lacking, and the time he had been putting the soreness off so he could return home was over. The soreness grew stronger and stronger as the feel of it grew strict and was felt as it tore through the muscles along his back as if their very cords were twisting the wrong way amongst themselves and would remain in pain until he found a way to force them back straight again. As if, something beyond his knowledge was luring them to be twisted beneath his very flesh along other cords putting them out of lineage that they should be in.

"Lolllaaa!" His words were torn along his twisting tongue that produced the syllables to her name, and the tormentful pains that racked through his form till he became a pretzel of curling sinuous flesh, limbs and contracting muscles that raged against his strength that fought and struggled against the sensations that were coursing through his body.

The pampered soles of her softened bare feet hurriedly passing along the spires stoney surface reached his ears from the end of the platform before the cadence of her soft limbs reached for his arms. A most worried expression raced along her beautiful features. Worry, and stricken thoughts that he was dying right in front of her. She though, would discover she could do little to ease his pains. But her hands worked to soothe, and perhaps attempt to knead at his muscles where she felt him fighting at the structures of pain here and there along his back.

Perhaps, he would discover how to handle such afflicting pain. Or perhaps, he would look to the skies again, and open his mouth in desperation for another gasp of air to enter him, and dousing himself with the spirit he had kinned himself with that day. The answer to his pains would once again fill him, and perhaps become a part of even his blood that would not leave his body.
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A decent thread. I can definitely tell that you're enjoying your Avriel, what with the high descriptiveness of what you've written. Good job on that, by the way.

Though there was some parts where the detail took away from the attention of the story, I feel as though you did enough with the story itself to counter-balance it. It is something about his relationship the ethereal after all.

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1. Discipline : Use your other muscles to control the sore tightening ones.
2. Magic: Defiance -Air is part of blood, and can be used within your body too null away pain.
3. Magic: Defiance -With the aid of air in the blood, pain can be taken away.
4. Magic: Defiance -Weave the currents of air to help you fly without need of your wing muscles
5. Discipline: Recognize your boundaries, but first you must reach them.
6. Discipline: Even through pain, one must find a reason to keep at it.
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+10 (5 of which, Defiance)
Injuries:
Scraped flesh from soles of feet from landing. Really sore wing muscles. No flying for a few days at least, and feet unused until healed up.

Recovery time halved if treated by medicine or caregiving.

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