He was restless in his cave, trying his hardest to get some sleep but without avail. Yuri leered at the night sky from an opening on the cavernous place and he could assume it wasn’t even midnight yet, huffing out a cloud of smoke through his nostrils in frustration. He knew why he couldn’t be still, it was the competition right around the corner and he was feeling the pressure of the same, after all he had to keep the name of Victor high since he was his coach and it was all on how he would perform on the sky. Since he knew he wouldn’t get any sleep no matter how much he tried, he decided then to sneak up some training, the sky was clear and the moon bright, so it was a good and clear night for it and maybe it would make his body tired enough for rest later.
Getting up and stretching his wings and extremities, he flew out into the night sky, soaring quietly away from the other caves to not disturb any of the competitors nor his coach that was in a cave beside his own. Far enough, he decided to head over towards the nearby lake so to have a safe cushion in case when he was flying he screwed up a spin or trick and went falling, water is definitely softer than still ground and he couldn’t get hurt now. With lake in sight, he flew towards the edge to get up on some throughout warm up, stretching his wings and flexing his joints as he thought on which moves to start to train up. A few minutes passed and he felt good enough to take back to the skies, taking a jump and flying in quickly doing a few laps around the lake before starting to do some spins and hard turns at high speed. Soon his moves got more intricate, making closed loops on himself, half loops and drops, or combination of all three. While he worked on those, a thought came to mind, flying upwards fast in an almost 90º angle, reaching at a certain summit before dropping backward spins;
‘Yes!’ he mentally shouted on the last loop as he had slowed down considerably and before finishing the loop, he flared his wings and tail in show to the sky as he fell backwards towards the water. He had just partially replicated Victor’s signature move; the triple death drop and now remaining was the sharp turn near the ground, at the moment water, to fly off without touching it added with a spin. He focused, looking downwards he neared the surface and at the nick of time, he spun, flared his wings and glided along parallel with the water, feeling drops on his scales due how close he was to the surface and how water rose due the air pressure he added. He mentally cheered, a low chuckle coming from his throat but it was short lived, he loosened his tail and it dipped in the water, his tail webs acting as anchor and making him loose his altitude and control, splashing into the water.
He mentally cursed, swimming upwards and breaking the water as cold air hit his maw, huffing in response before swimming towards the edge to get himself to dry. At the edge he shook majority of the water off, blowing hot air on his scales for the remaining water before being startled by moving trees and the obvious blue hue of glowing eyes staring in awe at him.
I had been working on this for a few days now and wanted to have it sooner but work and such. But for @aradan-san who was feeling a bit sick in the past few days and wanted to give em a gift.
I work at a craft store. Two of the silliest questions I’ve ever been asked:
1) Can I use wood glue on a pinecone?
2) What color should I paint the sky?
(I actually got coached by the district manager bc I honestly didn’t know what to say to the sky person. I ended up telling them, “Whatever you like!” since there are so many variables and I guess he wasn’t happy with that bc he called corporate oops)
Honorable mention: the person who returned alcohol based ink markers because “they bled through the paper”.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the league,
Not a player was stirring, no HAO was #freed.
Draft picks had been traded, with thought and with care,
Each sweetened the deal on who was going where.
The head coaches were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of trophies danced in their heads.
They thought about game plans and on which players they’d bid,
Parsons dreamt of Portland and putting defenders in mid.
A new team was formed, they called it ‘The Pride’,
Harris and Kyle both signed up for the ride.
Morgan signed too, there was money to be made,
Swapped for Horan in a “Blockbuster Trade!”
The World Cup was held and by Canada was hosted,
Selections were made and rosters were posted.
From England and Sweden to Brazil and Japan,
Players left clubs with a dream and a plan.
With key players gone, the teams felt the sting,
But they shuffled their squads and each did their thing.
Betos scored a goal, knocked in with her head,
Dunn knuckled down and in scoring, she led.
ESPN and Fox showed the odd match,
Everything else, on YouTube you’d catch.
The sound it was awful and the picture much worse,
Fans begged their clubs for an end to the curse.
The Gals they came home and they basked in the glory,
With parades and parties and the odd cover story.
As they returned to the pitch, we saw on their feet,
Each sock covered perfectly with a yellow Nike cleat.
With Krieger & Co. each back in their spot,
Attendance at club games increased by a lot.
New fans watched nervously in fear of defeat,
Tuning in to watch players they’d never seen beat.
Some legends retired and some, they were born,
Mia’s goal record was matched by a Thorn.
Masar signed to Sweden, what about McLeod?
Angerer became a coach, is that even allowed?
Sunil Gulati appeared from below, with a black suit on and an ethereal glow;
“Here’s to the preseason, the sport and the shield,
And here’s to playing on a well kept grass field.”
“Here’s to a year of fair play and fierce passion,
And leggings under shorts in true goalkeeper fashion.”
“Here’s to equality! Well, within reason,
And here’s to the NWSL and another great season.”
“One little league and it’s ten little teams,
Of much better quality than their god awful streams.”
“Now, Spirit! Now, Breakers! Now, Thorns and The Flash!
On, Red Stars! On, Pride! On, Reign and The Dash!”
“Don’t worry, Kansas! I didn’t forget,
How you doing Sky Blue, got a coach yet?”
Gulati exclaimed as he flew out of sight -
“Happy Lauren Holidays to all, and to all a good night!”