fly on scorched wings

The sun shined down upon the inky boy as he bounded around in front of the palace. Incubus didn't dare go much further since ma and pa said there were mean birds in the sky. Incubus didn't think he could fly so he'd rather not go so high up. Thus, the boy frolicked in the grass with delight. Someone was always nearby wether that may be Daedra, a sibling, or his parents. His tail flicked around idly as the boy happily weaved through the tamed grass. The little wild flowers caught his attention but what really caused his heart to thud were the buggies. Little worms and beetles moving across rocks and logs. Incubus would stop every now and again to watch them. Their little legs carrying them slowly along their path. His eyes seemed to calm in the moments he observed the insects. It was the only moment he could stay still it seemed. Though, Incubus could say he didn't like the ones with pinchers. Evil ants were the boys nemesis as of late. Inc often went out of his way to smush them if he could.

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