"Just - ow - just a - ow, ow - just pulled some-something."
Rhyss tells himself this as he sits in a grassy spot beside a creek and slowly tries to stretch out the wing. The wing he just landed on, to be specific.
Finally able to fly after days lying low, avoiding capture, the winged young man may have...over done it, a little.
"OW!"
Okay, maybe more than a little.
Rhyss whines sharply as stretching his batlike wing out to its full span sends needles of pain down the top of it. He quickly folds both wings back in and forces himself to look at the source of the pain.
The joint at the top of his wing is swollen and inflamed. When he tries to move it the muscles beneath the taut skin scream in protest. Not just a pull, but a very bad sprain...
At least it isn't broken, he thinks miserably.
Rhyss lies on his stomach and scoots forward until he can carefully dip the top of his wing into the stream. He sighs and presses his face into the grass, letting the cool water soothe the ache.
He tries to ignore the sorrow that tugs at him at being grounded once more.
#project hail mary
#my chemical romance
#aesthetic
#heated rivalry