It's On Days Like These When..., all welcome

[Abiyram]

I descend in the dark.
It was nearing sunset. Maybe perhaps it was sunset, the horizon was turning pink. Everyday, now that it was winter, seemed shorter, and every night seemed longer. Abiyram was simply getting bored, nothing had happened recently, and oddly, he was missing the stress. So boring, so dull... 'yeee-awn.' It was about time to get home anyway, return to the pridelands for the night... Then what wake up to another d.

'Maybe it will snow tomorrow...' his mind was almost absent at his thoughts. The sky was clear, and it was quite warm. In patches crusty old snow lied around the forest.

It was best to make the run away now, so he could get to his lands on time. Scanning the forest, he found runway, ending in a small cliff that tumbled down a shallow hillside, it was perfect to get a little air around here.

He took off at the high speeds his slender body was made to move. His wings slowly loosened; and jumped.

At the end of his jump, however, Abiyram felt a flaw, but recovered the trip. His head had reflexively snapped backward, to check his clearance, his wings still pumping forward. He had prevented a trip, but was coming for another obstacle, a tree... a really big tree... This really big tree, was not something he could dodge.
'Thud'
It took away his breath when a branch rammed his chest, or so he rammed the branch.

He coughed, and clawed weakly on the bark of the limp, trying to catch himself from falling. His eyes were wide and his pupils were pinpricked. Frightened, and startled, like a small chick, his crest and hackles rose, and his tail turned into a red and black ball of fuzz. His chest was too shocked to where he could raise his wings, and his body was to stiff to move...

This was embarrassing.

ABIYRAM

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[Eclipse]

In the lengthening shadows a menacing figure advanced on the stricken Abiyram. His jet black coat threw his features into shadow, the cresent on his chest a deep scarlet in the low light, his eyes gleaming crimson as he approached, stepping proudly up to the tree.

"That was a daft thing to do," a mild voice said conversationally. Eclipse stepped closer to Abiyram, and his eyes lost their redness, reverting instead back to their normal rich green. He smiled and reached up to offer the other a helping paw down.

"Eclipse," he said, by way of introduction. "Medic, Clymetur Range pride. And would I be wrong in assuming you are Abiyram, Pride Master of the Debonair Gardens?" He recognised the other, having seen him around a bit-he had friends in the gardens.