Freedom

A tall youth looked down from the cliff top he stood on, black wings folded on his back like a statue. A peaceful expression was etched in the teen's expression. Maybe, just maybe he could be safe for a while. Tavar couldn't help the slight shell of nerves that came with being constantly chased, hunted, and treated like a prize to scientists.

So far he had managed to avoid them. So far the white haired avian was safe to relax and let the stress melt away in a place that most would find hard to access. This was his peace, his solitude and freedom. In a way his wings were a mixed blessing and a curse. The blessing was to fly and feel the wind through his hair and the feathers. To know he could be in a place that humans could only dream of, yet they came at a price.

The skies and wilds were his home; cities and a normal house were all too enclosed for him to live in comfortably. Tavar could survive; it was what he was created to do anyway. With a final thought he raced to the edge of the cliff and jumped. The feeling of free fall only lasted a few moments before large black wings snapped open to fly away towards the trees on the horizon. He was free in his solitude.