Johnny
He knew that something like this would happen eventually. It had been only a matter of time before
The air would get too cold for his wings to handle the frost, especially above the -- mountains.
But no. He had been stubborn, and insisted against better judgement to use the shortcut.
And now where was he? In the middle of nowhere, disoriented, and with wings that would not work until he was able to fix them.
The young, pale man with the short, black dreads huffed and pulled his arms tighter around his body, obviously not helping much, seeing that they where made of cold steel as well in his human form. And the black hoodie and jeans he wore where not exactly weather proof either. Once more he cursed his decisions to travel with little clothes to stay lighter and
the fact that he had to resort to his human form in the first place ticked him off even more. He usually avoided it, but in this case it would be foolish to stay in the form of a mechanical, grounded bird.
Turning around his own achsis, a slow, rising panic formed in his stomach. deep down he knew that he was quite possibly facing death by exposure to the cold, or getting lost and perishing by malnutrition.
that was if….whatever things that lived here did not get him first.
"No. stop it" he hissed at himself "Not gonna help. just get moving and get off this darn rock"
Determined, the man leaned against the bitter cold wind, strutting towards what he hoped to be the direction towards some form of civilisation
