Sometimes, even the smallest of winds can turn out be the loudest of thunders. Achos bolted briskly towards the forest, the trees and foliage whipping by him at alarming rates with a stray vine slapping his dark chest all to often. The edge was closer and dispite his urge to try his plan off the higher cliffs he wanted to be in sight of his dam to lower his risk of troubles. Toosing his fine head and kicking up his daggers a bit he lurched ever closer to the edge. He attempted to rear instride but nothing of his wishes came forward to reveal themselves, he was leaping blind. Banner flew behind him wildly and his short tassles flapped against his maturing nape. He was ready. Spotting Satinka in the purple hued waters he jumped a bit, his stride taken short by the surprise but it didn't slow the approach of the edge of the cliff. He lept and in pure shock and amazment he felt like a wild beast had broken his spine. Ravenlike wings that matched his strange ebony, jade and ashen hued bod emerged from his lithe frame. Pushing as though on the ground he jumped forward, but his energy was drained from the long sprint to the edge and he glided down to the earth near his shaking sister. Achos landed without grace upon the soil and stood in disbelief with Satinka. It a raging torrent his wings dissapeared - evaporating into his frame.