With adrenaline fueling his every movement, Renegade took four steps back, then hurled himself foward. Open air met his outstretched feet and, more importantly, his wings. A few feet of falling, then... he surged upwards, wind carrying him, lifting him up like some invisible giant. There was nothing that could ever beat the feeling of wind under one's wings. Nothing.
Except maybe the tiny smirk of approval the newly idependant Sam caught on his father's beak as he glanced back. That felt pretty darned good, too.
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It took several minutes of simply flying for it to really sink in. He was alone. No father, no sister, no mothers. No one looking over his shoulder. No one judging him constantly. No one to teach him important things. No one to keep him company. No one to bicker with.
He almost wished he could go back, but that though was snuffed out the moment it came into being. Nothing could ever make him go back there now. No, he needed to find himself new company.
He needed to build himself a Song. And he would do it the right way; no Mystics, none of those tyrants celebrated by the rest of society. Sa'Kriens. Miseries. Those wrongly persecuted for their magic, tempers, and lifestyles, thrust upon them centuries ago by a power over which they had no control.
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Renegade waited until nightfall, on the edges of the Rainbow Hotsprings. Close enough to a populated area to run across someone, but far enough and late enough that it would be a someone he wanted to meet. He himself could easily be mistaken for a Sa'Krien, and most would either attack him or turn and flee.
The hybrid Sam lay himself down by a creek, crimson eyes attentive as he surveyed the area. Now... It was a waiting game.
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