The sharp tingle ran down his spine. He felt free. Free from the world that he had once been trapped in and would have died to get out of. He stood straight with his head arched backward looking at the sky. His long black straight hair hung down behind him, lightly brushing his back in the slight breeze. He spread out his wings. Each wing was a few inches of being six feet. The once pure and brilliant white wings where now heavily bloodstained but were still a sight to behold.
The blood also covered his face, chest, back and arms. His black trousers absorbing the blood that trickled onto them weighing them down, but a thick leather belt with a large silver buckle held them on to him. The blood had worked its way down his arms and was pooling at the tips of his fingers. He could feel the droplets getting heavier until gravity took its course and the weight was gone as the drop of blood fell to the floor. As each drop left his fingers he was taking another step from the shackles that once held he tightly. He had fought for his freedom. It had not been easy.
The laceration that was across he chest was aching now. The pain from his destroyed nerve ending hushed done. His gaze was transfixed to the sunset. A mix of colors the like he had never witness. Orange clouds were invading the blue sky. The orange turning into a red then deep purple as he looked into the horizon. The sun was now halfway setting behind a mountain range in the distance as a wide sweeping shadow of them mountain peaks flourished on to the plains at the foot of the mountains. His soul could take in no more. He had never seen such natural beauty for his own eyes. He wept. His tears leaving tracks in the drying blood. He was a peace and in ore. He fell to his knees and holding his arms out to his sides he let the dying heat of the sun caress his body one last time.
He closed his eyes and slept. His gloriously feathered wings keeping him warm and the last memory of the colored sky Sending him peacefully away.