Random Writings

Wing It pt. 1

"FUCK!" I crashed yet again face first into the snow covered ground. I sat up and groaned, dusting off some of snow from my face. All day I had been trying and failing to take off into the sky with my new wings, but little progress was being made.
"Uhg, come on," frustrated, I got up and prepared to take flight again. Lifting up my wings, I brought them down as hard as could, managing to launch myself maybe six or seven feet into the air. I tried to flap my wings again, but only managed to disorient myself, and suddenly the ground and sky had switched places. I yelped as I crash landed for the millionth time that day, this time onto my side. I rolled onto my stomach and just laid there for a moment, waiting for the pain to pass. My wings were still an unfamiliar weight on my back, and after trying to fly with them all day, had become very sore and tired. Having an extra pair of limbs was... weird. They weren't easy to get used to. It was like having two more arms. For the first few days I would even confuse them. I could move them individually pretty okay now, but...
Tired, I tilted my head up towards the sky, where the icy planet's double moons were beginning to set. This planet was not only far away from its star, but it appears that the star had long since collapsed into a white dwarf, so it did not give off too much light. However, the double moons combined with the icy and snowy ground of the planet made it so you could still see well enough. The sky above was always filled with foreign constellations, completely different to those on earth.
Disappointed with the progress I had made, I heaved myself back up into a sitting position, then stood up. Letting my tired wings drag behind me, I lazily began making my way back to my wrecked ship. A week or two ago (I think) I had clashed with the jahns and wound up on the losing end, my ship already having been in disrepair from not bothering to properly fix it before deciding to leave earth. The jahns weaponry easily ripped the rest of my ship apart, and me and my ship had been sent spiraling. I passed out before I had even seen where I would crash. It was pretty lucky for me that the planet I happened to hit was icy cold. But honestly? Would've been nice not to get shot down in the first place. Definitely wasn't a pleasant experience.
But even more unpleasant is the feeling of wings ripping out of your back.
I flinched with the all still too fresh memory. It happened about three days after I crashed. I still don't know how and why it happened. I have theories, but... I still wasn't sure.
Maybe I'm rushing this, I thought to myself as I stumbled into my "camp". In the midst of the wreckage I had gathered my supplies: enough food to last me months, blankets, bedding, pillows, varying medicines, a water purifier, clothes, and some technology I managed to glean from the wreck. I practically collapsed onto my makeshift bed, then blindly took a bag of jerky from the food pile. I half heartedly gnawed on a piece while I looked up at the sky. Maybe after figuring things out here I could try making a star chart...
The bag half finished, I put it off to the side, carefully drank some water (the water purifying bottle also slightly heated the water so it wouldn't freeze, so before having it I would need to let it cool), and brushed my teeth, after which I promptly fell back onto my bed. Laying on my stomach again, I folded my wings over me. Exhausted from trying to fly all day, I fell asleep soon after.
And, as they always seem to do no matter how tired I am, nightmares slipped into my dreams.

[im horrible at coming up with titles, I'm sorry TvT
But yeah, here's a thing. Yeah, this is Vlinny :>
This takes place post tomo, on a distant ice planet he crashed on when the jahns destroyed his ship. I do plan on continuing this! But right now I am tired. Goodnight! 💤]