003 ACTION || OTA + STRANGELINGS
*The mist had gotten Brooklyn on high alert across the campus. He took the moment to survey the campus outside, gliding on what the wind provided, high over the campus grounds.
The gargoyle rubs his arms a little and almost shivers at the sight of the Mist all around him. It was all coming back to him. The day he woke up to find his clan gone, taken by the mist. He purses his beak into a thin line. Who knows what might have happened to his clan members when they were swiped away like that. Brooklyn couldn't help but feel a little guilty about the situation to this day, and it sat in the back of his head every once in a while, when his mind wasn't on something else.
Brooklyn closes his eyes and shrugs his shoulders up to his pointed ears, shaking his head. No. He wouldn't let these thoughts get to him. He needed to keep focused, and keep on the look out for any wandering students outside. While his mind was preoccupied with fighting back his thoughts, he hadn't notice how the breeze had lowered him down. He flies so low, that when he opens his eyes again, he's merely a foot or two of a tree in the quad. He couldn't stop the inevitable.
Brooklyn slammed into the tree, his head smacking into it with a firm thump. His wings flutter, as he is startled and he falls back into the grass with a small yelp. After a moment of realizing what had just happened, he slowly sits up and holds his head with a hiss, his head spinning.*
The gargoyle rubs his arms a little and almost shivers at the sight of the Mist all around him. It was all coming back to him. The day he woke up to find his clan gone, taken by the mist. He purses his beak into a thin line. Who knows what might have happened to his clan members when they were swiped away like that. Brooklyn couldn't help but feel a little guilty about the situation to this day, and it sat in the back of his head every once in a while, when his mind wasn't on something else.
Brooklyn closes his eyes and shrugs his shoulders up to his pointed ears, shaking his head. No. He wouldn't let these thoughts get to him. He needed to keep focused, and keep on the look out for any wandering students outside. While his mind was preoccupied with fighting back his thoughts, he hadn't notice how the breeze had lowered him down. He flies so low, that when he opens his eyes again, he's merely a foot or two of a tree in the quad. He couldn't stop the inevitable.
Brooklyn slammed into the tree, his head smacking into it with a firm thump. His wings flutter, as he is startled and he falls back into the grass with a small yelp. After a moment of realizing what had just happened, he slowly sits up and holds his head with a hiss, his head spinning.*