Feathers and Flesh Pt3
Good Luck Feathers.
Summary: Reader is out flying, exploring the mass of cumulonimbus clouds they had the luck of spotting. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the only thing they had the ‘luck’ of discovering.
Warning/tags: SFW. Falcon type Havian(Avian human) reader.
Characters: Tfp Laserbeak. Tfp Soundwave.
Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, You’re.
3… 2.. 1. GO! _____________________
Sharp wings slicing clouds, tiny droplets gathering on your aviator mask as you move at speeds you wouldn’t be able to breathe at. Being a falcon type, you can naturally hold your breath longer than the average human if you had to, but thanks to your mask blocking the wind you didn’t need to. Yeah it was still hard to breathe, but it was better than not breathing at all.
The white and grey clouds were a beautiful sight, like a different world entirely. With the wind howling in your ear, you dive into the thick fog, the damp cold threatening to pierce the thick layers of your clothing. Something catches your attention, something that’s barely audible over the wind but getting louder, and fast. All you can see is cloud, and in the next second the cloud ahead of you grows dark quickly, then a deep purple as that sound is now louder than the wind.
Tucking everything and twisting your body to follow the side of the purple thing, you narrowly avoid crashing into whatever you have the misfortune of discovering. Leveling out, you try to take a closer look but the thickness of the cloud was making it difficult to see even a meter in front of you. Judging by the sounds it was making, like constant deep bellowing hissing, you make the assumption it was rather large. Another thing you notice is that it’s moving, and rather quickly too, but you had no problem keeping up with it.
A part of you wants to leave it alone, it might be dangerous. But until it proves to be dangerous, your curiosity reigns supreme. With several downstrokes of your wings, you gain altitude until you make it to the spot you nearly crashed into earlier. Going higher, you eventually make it to the top that was weirdly flat. Without a second thought you take the opportunity to rest your muscles and land your feet onto the flat metal. You feel like a seagull resting on the roof of a cruise. Little did you know that cruise is more akin to a cruiser. Hell, you might as well stretch while you take a break. You place a hand on your knee while you twist your torso and stretch both an arm and a wing up to the sky. After a few seconds, you do the same with your other side. You get about ten minutes of stretching before you notice the fog clearing up, whatever you’re on is finally leaving the cumulonimbus clouds. What you see ahead of you is not what you expect, and yet also exactly what you expect at the same time. What you see vaguely resembles a deck of some sorts, it’s just missing any kind of aircraft or vehicles. The last thing you notice before hearing a strange sound behind you is a weird satellite dish. Looking towards the sound of the noise, you just about jump into the air upon seeing a faceless giant heading straight for you. If your body allowed you to talk at that moment, you’d be spouting a line of curses. Instead, you think for one second, and bolt to the edge where you dove off. Maybe you’re hallucinating from the lack of oxygen, maybe you crashed on solid ground an hour ago and this was some kind of dream you were having while your brain fought to live. Surely you didn’t actually see a purple giant with a void for a face.
As you weave between lumps of cloud, you hear an odd noise behind you. Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you see something purple and winged rapidly approaching you. What’s with all the purple?! On instinct, you tuck your wings to fall into a dive, but the panic of being chased makes you second guess yourself and try to flap back up. If you weren’t terrified, you’d feel ridiculous struggling against the wind like a pre-teen learning to fly. You drastically slow down because of this, giving the giant creature enough time to catch up with you. Weird appendages that look like talons were stuck onto glowing striped tentacles moved to grab you, almost managing to hook onto your right wing before you rolled to a lower altitude. You didn’t expect to actually dodge in time, so it takes your brain a second to register what happened before you bank to the left and into a cloud, unaware of the fact you dodge the tentacles for the second time. The thick mound of vapour you entered wasn’t particularly wide, so you could see again in a few seconds. You look to the right, then to the left, deciding which way to go. You were about to go to the left before making the split second decision to just dive. Barely registering the weird sound the creature makes moving to the left.
The longer you held your dive, the faster you got, until you got to a certain altitude where you had to start the process of leveling out, lest you really do crash into the earth. What lay beneath you now are mountains and trees, clouds now above you instead of an empty blue sky. That creature appears to have stopped following you, and you began to feel that relief one feels after surviving a storm. Now, as you turn in the direction of home, you hope that storm doesn’t double back.
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And CUT!
I’ll be getting into other types of wings soon, like leathery and insect ones, maybe even the occasional mythical type. But tomorrow might hold the start of a tail series, as in humans with different kinds of tails. Just have to figure out a name for them, the only one I’ve got so far is Hukeys. It sounds cute.
