EdgeC

Blue. Sky blue. Aqua. Ultramarine. Cyan. All the blue. Extending far out into the horizon, blending in until Torkos could not tell the difference. His wings labored to beat, his breath hiking in his chest. Flying cross country, then across an ocean, was not something that he would want to do again. The bags on his shoulders weighed him down, his muscles not used to the excess weight. The mask on his muzzle brought him some comfort though. It told him that he was almost twenty miles out from the British coastline. He grimaced to himself. He couldn't even tell where the ocean started and sky ended. It all mixed together. Almost made him feel l