Fall 10th, 511 AV
Screech glided slowly over Sunberth, her dark eyes watching the crawling ants down below in their dreary night actions, finding them boring even in their enjoyment of chaotic pleasures. Her large wings were unfurled to capture any lingering updrafts offered by the stinking city, moving achingly in an up-down motion to bolster the stiff air into giving further height.
She didn't need it of course. Archers below would find her too far out of range and eyes worn in human faces would be too weak to penetrate the black sky and reveal her ebony form.
Speaking words to herself in Zithanese, curses to the cold that fought her attempt to get higher, Screech slowly furled her wings, angling herself inexplicably into a dive that would have her bones break into fragments upon the hard Sylira ground. The air whistled in her ears, caused her hair to flounder for gravity's safety, and cracked as her wings unfurled again to break her descent. The snap of wind against her wings felt deliciously painful, and as Screech pounded the air again with them the ache made her feel alive. Sunberth was now closer, the city her new domain to play in.
Excitement thrummed in her body as Screech folded her wings again, sharper pain assaulting her joints, and slowly glided herself to land just beyond the outskirts of the city. Her black hair was wild from her flight and her finger combed through it restlessly as her wings began to fold over her body. A lopsided cloak was folded over her furred form as her arm returned to safety beneath the fold of the wings. Black eyes gleamed as Screech inhaled deeply, shivering at the scent of slaves upon the air. Sunberth truly was a home in an alien country.
Slowly, Screech began to walk towards Sunberth, entering the city and starting her adventure within the close walls and under the leering, suspicious faces.
