It was early evening the sun had gone down and the moon was just starting to really come out, stars could be seen but it wasn't properly dark yet. Nocturnal animals were just barely waking up, some lazy ones were still catching a few Zs before they had to get up and start their day. A man limped across the lawn, using the castle as cover, getting close to it so no one would see him, even if they looked directly down from a window. Then, the man changed into a huge bat
, with loads of fluffy, golden fur, eyes almost too big for its face and if you looked closely on its left wing, there was a cane shaped mark on the inner skin.
The bat crawled up onto a stone bench and leaped off, snapping its wings out, it flew up and higher and higher into the air. Quillan loved flying around at night, he did it as often as he could. Specially when he had a problem he was trying to work out and he couldn't use music to do it. Flying just cleared his head. Allowed him to just be ......somewhere else. To leave his troubles on the ground for a while. Once he was high enough that the castle looked like a tiny model and he saw the railroad tracks and the forest looked like a blanket of lumpy greenery, he just let himself soar.
Quillan wasn't going anywhere in particular, he was just flying around. He liked watching the grounds from so far up, everything seemed so small and nothing mattered up here in the air. He flew like this for a while, until the sky was very dark and his pitch black wings blotted out the stars so if someone looked up, they'd just see a floating golden speck and a shadow over the stars as he moved.
Suddenly, he took a dive, down, down down he went, spiraling and twisting, flipping and looping. The wind howled past his ears and he had to squint against it. He pulled up at the last moment, only feet from smashing into the ground. Yes his arms would be a little sore tomorrow, but damn if it wasn't FUN! Next, he flew over the lake, skimming the surface with one wing and enjoying the spray. He went back up, up up and then, down again, alighting on a tree branch, he used the strong, single finger-like claw in the middle of his wings to pull a box he'd had hidden in the crook of the tree and opened it.
The smell of crisp, red apples, fat, juicy purple grapes, delicious figs, delicate bananas and lovely wonderful orange slices hit his nose and he sat there, devouring his snack. One thing about shifting into a bat, it always made him crave fruit and whenever he whenever he really flew for a long time and did stunts, it made him very, very hungry. So, there he hung, a little lopsidedly on account of his left curse leg still being a factor, eating his fruit. It had all been cut into small, bite sized pieces before hand, very fresh and tasty.