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[In the middle of town square today awakens what appears to be a small bird, lying prone on it's back with talons hooked close to it's body. For a long time it just lies there, dazed, and anypony passing might assume it's dead...
When all of a sudden the bird jumps up with a flurry of feathers and talons, beak parted in a shriek- oh, yes, that is an actual scream- of terror and panic as he fights to get up off of the ground. And the screaming just doesn't stop, at least not until he's choking and grunting as he flaps to try to get some altitude in an area with no moving air to speak of. You might have to duck if you haven't already, because there's going to be a hawk buzzing your mane if you aren't careful. If anyone thinks to check the dirt where he was lying before, they might spot what looks like a tiny plastic dinosaur...
Once in the air, Tobias flies and he does not stop. He narrowly misses signs and buildings as he flaps his wings until his muscles are sore, pushes himself until his chest is burning and his lungs are screaming for air. By the time he gets away from the town itself and up in the air he's actually screaming, screaming and screaming as hard and as loud as he can, up in the clouds where nobody will hear. Nobody, except maybe the Pegasus Ponies that he's unaware of...
He loses track of exactly how long he's up in the sky like that, but eventually he has no choice but to find a perch to land. His entire body has grown heavy and he's sure if he pushes himself any harder he'll likely just drop from the sky onto some poor, unsuspecting pony. He flies until he reaches what looks like an apple orchard, a lot more populated than he'd like, but the trees themselves aren't being constantly tended. He finds an empty one and lands on the nearest branch his talons can grip onto.
His mind is reeling, screaming: MORPH, MORPH! but it stands to reason that with a severed spine- as a bird no less- you wouldn't be alive to morph. And he got here somehow, so...the thought just doesn't occur to him as being something he should do.
And there he remains, with his body lying against the trunk, shaking and shivering from head to toe. He's no longer screaming or crying at least, both because he lacks the energy and he's...far too deep in shock to do anything else but sit there and wonder why he's not dead.]
When all of a sudden the bird jumps up with a flurry of feathers and talons, beak parted in a shriek- oh, yes, that is an actual scream- of terror and panic as he fights to get up off of the ground. And the screaming just doesn't stop, at least not until he's choking and grunting as he flaps to try to get some altitude in an area with no moving air to speak of. You might have to duck if you haven't already, because there's going to be a hawk buzzing your mane if you aren't careful. If anyone thinks to check the dirt where he was lying before, they might spot what looks like a tiny plastic dinosaur...
Once in the air, Tobias flies and he does not stop. He narrowly misses signs and buildings as he flaps his wings until his muscles are sore, pushes himself until his chest is burning and his lungs are screaming for air. By the time he gets away from the town itself and up in the air he's actually screaming, screaming and screaming as hard and as loud as he can, up in the clouds where nobody will hear. Nobody, except maybe the Pegasus Ponies that he's unaware of...
He loses track of exactly how long he's up in the sky like that, but eventually he has no choice but to find a perch to land. His entire body has grown heavy and he's sure if he pushes himself any harder he'll likely just drop from the sky onto some poor, unsuspecting pony. He flies until he reaches what looks like an apple orchard, a lot more populated than he'd like, but the trees themselves aren't being constantly tended. He finds an empty one and lands on the nearest branch his talons can grip onto.
His mind is reeling, screaming: MORPH, MORPH! but it stands to reason that with a severed spine- as a bird no less- you wouldn't be alive to morph. And he got here somehow, so...the thought just doesn't occur to him as being something he should do.
And there he remains, with his body lying against the trunk, shaking and shivering from head to toe. He's no longer screaming or crying at least, both because he lacks the energy and he's...far too deep in shock to do anything else but sit there and wonder why he's not dead.]
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