the skies in his heart | taking up residence

[SOJOURN]

The wind shifted and swirled around translucent and almost invisible wings. An iridescent sheen being the only thing that gave hint to them almost like glass. They kept afloat a lion who had been flying for some time among the clouds after having descending to this world. His eyes shifted over the landscape as his cloud like mane billowed and wavered against the wind. For a moment he hovered there without so much as a care before he finally saw something. What he assumed to be a small little village. A place perhaps to lay down his own roots. The first of many. Slowly he began to make his fall, making sure to take a quick scan of the territory before he finally landed in the middle of the town. Wind whipped around him and those wings seemed to vanish altogether as if they had never existed to being with. But they were always there, sheltered at his side.

With a small hum the lion started to take his steps forward. The orb around his neck pulsating with a warm blue glow. One of these houses would do for him, one would surely be vacant. He paused then at one such home that had become blackened and turned to ash. A frown coloring his muzzle but briefly at the waste. Yet it was none of his business and therefore none of his concern. Turning away from it he continued on to look for a place to call his own and one he did find. It was a house that seemed well worn and had previously been lived in. Skulls adorned it and he made due with getting rid of them. The wind lifting them away with ease and tossing them into the swampland beyond.

He stepped up on the porch and allowed a large yawn to leave him before he settled down against the door for a much needed rest. After all flying could be exhausting and he had traveled quite the long ways.