Post by MARUT OSHAUNNI on Oct 3, 2013 6:06:13 GMT
Everything that flew knew that the bigger birds were the birds that ate you. Most of the time, this meant birds steered clear of flying Rito. So when they flew from island to island, it was really kind of the equivalent of driving on a road with no other cars; Your brain just tends to go on Auto-pilot. So when a huge flock of birds, clearly spooked by something, came careening into Marut he was rather surprised by it. And by surprised, I mean completely disoriented and thrown for a loop. While normally he could have simply brushed the birds away, they seemed particularly keen on poking his damn eyes out, and he was rather exhausted from the long trip.
And that would be why he was careening towards the nearest island without much choice in the matter.
He tried to straighten himself, flapping his wings about helplessly, but he still could hardly see straight and the downdraft above the island was not helping. It was about 30 feet from the ground where he realized that trying to right himself was hopeless at this point. He curled his arms in front of his head, curling into a tight ball as self-preservation kicked in. It was like this that he crashed straight into the brush of a tree, smashing through several branches before passing through it, with a slightly lower velocity.
And then smashing straight through a window pane.
He sailed through the now shattered glass, hitting the ground with a rather impressive "thud", and bouncing once before landing in an undignified flop onto the floor. He groaned into the floor once, trying to recover some feeling in his limbs. It was several moments before he used his arms to prop himself off the ground, shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear his disorientation and to shake some of the tiny glass shards off of him. This proved to be a mistake as not only the cuts from the random attack of the bat-shit crazy birds, but the ones that he ahd just made crashing through a freaking window all ached with fresh pain at the movement. He flopped onto his back with another groan, choosing to simply stare at the ceiling for a moment. He didn't even acknowledge, or even realize, that there were two other people inside the house he had just crashed into, a few yards away from him.
Not the most dignified of entrances.
[tl;dr - Busted in the window, lying on the floor like a bustah'.]
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