ཐི˖ ࣪ Show Your Pride 𖥔 ݁ Ingólfr ࣪ ˖ཋྀ

His large leathery wings twitched and Ingólfr moves slightly in his spot he claimed and created a nest off in a corner of Elysium. Under two oldened trees of silver flaked wood pleaching above to create a nice comfortable shady spot to rest in, a pile of stolen yet crumbled feathers and cloud white leaves layer the golden grass underneath him. He lay curled up with his tail tucked neatly under his front claws and his wings relaxed over his body. His head rests on top his relaxed arms. With every exhale through his parted snout, a wisp of air escapes and twirls in the air before he inhales and the cycle resets. His eyes flutter as he dreams of memories better forgotten.

Off to the side of the left most tree is a broken down but sturdy looking training dummy. All across its body it was laden with claw marks, bites and a slash here there from what could be a sword. Flashes of shouting, raised claws, and wide snarls fills his mind.

Off to the other side of the right most tree in the low hang branches is a mix of fabrics of a multitude of colors. Snippets of tearful blinks, scattered breathing, and rushed flying sweeps in and out of his mind. He moves his head a bit to hide his eyes farther in his arms. Raging from red all the way to the darkest blue, these fabrics are backups to his hand made gear. For said gear is perfectly laid across a soft pile of ash-colored leaves near his back legs. A few silver and gold needles stick out from its branches with some threads left attached to them. Ingólfr's breathing kicks up a faster notch as he watches his younger self strive to survive farther and farther from his flight.

His wings twitched again, and he huffed through his semi-open snout. Now uncomfortable, Ingólfr raised his head and edged out from the cover of trees. Blinking his eyes multiple times, he took in the golden dreamsicle sky and in response to the bright sight, raised a wing to shield his face. "What time is it?" He rumbled; his snout opening wide in a yawn showcasing his abyssal fangs.

"What has awoken me?" He shook his head, and the memories disperse like when he flies through clouds. He leaned down and stretched his claws out, snagging them in the soft grass before arching his body and pulling his wings high. His back legs bend, and a growl leaves his scout. "Awah, good stretch." It is usual to find him tucked away and sleeping around this time of day after a great bit of tireless training.

A soft near featherlight breeze swept through his mane and danced across his body as he corrects his body to stand tall. There was a sense of joy in the air, more so than usual and a tang of anticipation. Cocking his large head to the side he thought more on these feelings he's getting from the air. Ingólfr's light honey eyes open in surprise, "Pride?" A small grin starts to slide across his snout, "'Tis a time for acceptance and love across all." Wishes sing from his heart as a flood of dreams dance across his mind and his tongue. Ingólfr hummed, taking a look around where he hid from others. A vast plane of golden grass and spread-out silver and cloud white trees. No others to be seen for miles. Ingólfr bobbed his head and shifted back into his nest. As his eyes closed, he whispered to himself, "You are not alone."