[[ cw: falling from high places, broken bones // tldr at the bottom ]]

He had heard in bedtime stories of a man who made his own wings of wax and jumped out of a window to fly to the sun. When being told the bedtime stories, there had never been mention of the man falling to his death, simply flying. Whether that was because Maze always fell asleep before the end of the story or because it was just never told didn't matter in the long run, he just simply didn't know. All he knew is that he wanted to fly, he wanted to be like the man named Icarus, and he was going to try his best to do so. He went to bed that night planning on making his own pair of wings to fly with, trying to think of all the things that would need to be gathered in order to do what he wanted.

In the morning it was discovered that they didn't have candle wax, and Mazekit didn't feel like going out of his way to try and find some, so he figured things like glue would work. He went outside and gathered sticks and leaves, waddling his way back home and picking up small things he saw on the way. Feathers and fur from animals that had shed. They were soft so he thought they would make things work, thought they'd make him fly. When he was finished he had a sloppy pair of wings glued and tied together, bits of feathers and fur stuck to them that fit around his shoulders and along his back. It didn't look the best - Maze had never been proud of his art skills - but they fit comfortably and they seemed to flap when he jumped so they'd work. He knew they'd work.

He soon found himself venturing out of the house, walking around the territory in search of the best place to test out his wings. When he saw it, he gasped, running forward and looking out towards the ground below. He watched as the water lapped at the base below, watched as part of it seemed a deeper blue than the others. Mazekit remembered something about bluer water meaning it was deeper and there was more water. It meant that he was where the Legacy Cavern was, something he had always wanted to see. He knew then that his flying would then soon be diving so he could show off his skills, so he could prove that the kittens should be let out of their house to explore. If he could make wings that allowed him to fly, then he should be able to explore the territory. If he was high above the ground then nothing could go wrong, right?

Turning around for a moment, Mazekit would clear his throat, looking over his shoulder for just a moment before he spoke out, words belting. "For my first trick, I'll be flying using my wings I made, and I will land safely in the Legacy Cavern below!" He would allow his words to echo through the land, whiskers twitching in satisfaction before he promptly turned around once more, and bringing his feet together he bunched his muscles tight, crouching down and pushing out, lifting off the ground, a large smile on his face. Hope fluttered in his chest as he made it through the air. He was flying!

And then he was falling.

Down, [sub]down, [sub]down, [sub]down [/sub][/sub][/sub] the Pendragon-Daisuke kid fell, wooden constructed wings flapping harshly in the wind, sticks and feathers flying upwards and out as the craft that Mazekit had made quickly fell apart, pushed by the sudden ache in his shoulders. Following the feathers there soon came cream and tan bloodied fur. The screams that followed were the worst part. Scared and pained mixed with the gurgling of the child sobbing, hoping and praying that he would survive this, that he would suddenly be able to fly despite his wings being missing, despite the pain that he felt as the wind whipped against skin. Wings erupted from the child's shoulders then, causing balance to be lost and for him to veer slightly off course. He was tumbling through the air now instead of simply falling, and soon enough with a sickening crunch Mazekit Pendragon-Daisuke hit the water, the world immediately darkening around him as he passed out.

What he didn't know was that his sudden appearance of wings had saved his life. He sudden plumage upon his back had slowed him down enough that he wouldn't immediately die when he hit the water. His flailing had made the perfect way to land to reduce the damage he received, landing directly on his side instead of his head or back. In fact he had veered out of the path to the deepest part of the water and simply sink down somewhere he could easily be seen on the shore. If someone were to come fast enough he could survive, albeit broken and with three new fears.

[[ tldr; Mazekit decided to make a pair of wings out of sticks and glue in order to fly, choosing the Highwind Cliff as his "perfect" spot to test them to make sure they worked. He called for everyone to see his trick then jumped, the wings falling apart on his way down as real wings painfully grew from his shoulders. The sudden weight on his body caused him to spin and land in a shallower part of the water, and he is currently sinking and unconscious. He is scratched up from the falling debri all over his body and his two right legs are broken and will need casts, he will also develop pneumonia from the water that is in his lungs. As always nonviolent powerplay is allowed.

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[b]MAZEKIT PENDRAGON — PALM GLADES — PENNED BY TIKKI — [color=#68786f]BIO

ALL TO CONDEMN ME,
MY FACE IS STILL PROUD!

"Mazekit, no!" Ares yelled all too late, unable to stop the boy from jumping from the spot he chose. For a moment she watched as the boy fell like Icarus in slow motion, his screaming bringing her back to reality and she climbed to the spot he jumped. "MAZEKIT!?" She shrieked, once dull eyes now alight with panic. She readied herself and leapt from the spot, wings acting a little late but soon she was gliding down toward the ground, seeing the boy's father coming to Mazekit's aid. Landing clumsily on the rocks she rushed forward, panic fresh in her body.

Arriving at the two, she felt her body shake at Winter's tears, but she watched as his father did CPR before Ares decided to act. Taking the dagger off and sticking it into the ground near her she walked up, leaning down and licking the boy's fur vigorously, stopping every now and then to check on movement. Eyeing the wings she gritted her teeth. "Come on... Come on, Mazekit, you can pull through." She looked at Winterhymns as if looking for affirmation that she was doing good. That she was helping.

PALM GLADES - 6 MONTHS - REBORN WAR GODDESS

( tw for vague descriptions of v//miting in 5th paragraph )

Shieldkit had discovered from an early age that he was a rather big fan of birds. He found them to be fascinating creatures, and just so very different from what he was used to. They were not covered in the thick and soft fur that he and his siblings had, but instead had feathers. Feathers that could be rough or soft, and feathers that made up wings that allowed them to fly. It was an incredible thing to witness, staring up into the sky as the winged creatures flung themselves up from the trees, carrying themselves on the wind and up, up, up into the air. Eld had spent hours of his first few days outside just... watching in wonder, utterly baffled as he tried to figure out how they did it. Of course, once he had managed to ask his mapa and look at a couple of nature books, he had figured out that their bones were hollow. That was even more incredible to the young tom, who could feel the solid thunk whenever he accidentally knocked one of his limbs into something like a piece of furniture.

This meant that when Shield had been told the story of Icarus, he had immediately written it off as ridiculous. A mere myth, and a story for children like himself. After all, if Icarus was someone just like them, then his bones weren't hollow. He'd only end up plummeting down with wings that couldn't soar. It was because of this that Eld had never decided to try something similar, knowing that it would only end in bloody and gruesome disaster. This only seemed further confirmed when he had sought out more information about the story itself, his heart slowly sinking as he saw paintings depicting Icarus, his body plummeting down from the sky. Some of them were truly upsetting, not focused on Icarus, but instead on those around him. People who either had no idea of what was going on, or simply didn't care. A father and son just walking along, focused on their own lives while Icarus burned away behind them. After that, Eld hadn't liked the story so much, and had instantly closed his eyes whenever he could hear the opening words of it come from one of his parents' mouths.

It seemed as though Mazekit hadn't felt the same, however. Shieldkit hadn't been keeping an eye on his brother, the young boy instead curled up outside of his family's home, eyes closed and body relaxed. He had gone and done a bit of exploration on the boardwalk that morning, so he didn't feel like moving around much more. Of course, that was what ultimately proved to be his downfall - or rather, Maze's downfall. Perhaps if the kit had been awake, he would've caught on to what his brother was planning on doing, and could've stopped him. Shield certainly wasn't usually one of the more responsible siblings - that was really more Gunkit's department - but he still would've been able to see what a horrendous idea what Maze was doing was. He wouldn't have necessarily snitched on Mazekit in the same way Gun would have, but he certainly would've tried to talk Maze out of it, or even trick him into doing something else. Surely he could've figured something out that would've been more exciting, and less dangerous.

However, he hadn't been awake. He hadn't stopped Mazekit. Instead, he had only been woken up when an earsplitting shriek tore through the air, horrified and pained. As Shieldkit's eyes flew open, he felt his stomach turn painfully, bile raising up in his throat from the sheer terror of what he heard. Maze. That was Maze's voice, screaming out in agony as he fell through the air. He couldn't help the shout that left him in response, his blood running cold, "Maze... MAZEKIT!" He could barely process what was going on around him as he threw himself forward, his paws spraying up sand as he quickly followed the footsteps of both Win and Wyvernkit. Deep down inside, Eld knew that it was too late for him to do anything of note. The way that the screaming had been harshly cut off was indication enough of that. In the back of his mind, the boy even wondered if Mazekit was... if Maze was gone. He shoved that possibility away immediately, though. That couldn't be true. If it was, he... he had no idea what he would do. All he knew was that it wouldn't be good - not in the slightest.

The young Pendragon arrived not so long after Wyvernkit, his entire body freezing when he saw Mazekit in his mapa's arms, huddled tightly against Win's chest. Eld couldn't tell if the other was breathing at all, and he suddenly began to feel lightheaded, turning and rushing off behind one of the nearby rocks. His head was spinning as he heaved, his entire body shaking until it was finished. When he managed to stumble his way back to where Win, Ares, and Wyv were, he only managed to mutter weakly, Maze...? Mazekit, please open your eyes..." His voice was weak and rough, throat torn up as he dropped himself into a sitting position. Tears were stinging his gaze, and he repeated, a bit more firmly, "Maze... open your eyes. You need to. For me. For mapa and dad... for all of us." This was his fault. It was all his fault... none of them would be hurting, if only he had been awake. What was wrong with him?

Suddenly, he didn't feel quite so tired anymore.

The world had gone dark around him, and the soft echoing of voices around him told him that he was no longer alone, that he was safe somehow. Mazekit couldn't open his eyes, no matter how much he tried, but he wanted to scream, to scream that he was there and alive and he would be okay. Somehow he would be okay. The cacophony of the different screams of his name reached the child's ears and they twitched once, something so small that only those looking for it would see it as what it was - a sign that he was still with them - until his eyes soon flew open and water spewed from his mouth and nose, bile rising from his throat in return.

Shaking, he looked up for a moment, the hazy figure of one of his parents meeting his eyes. He'd reach up to touch him with a shaky paw before a cry left him, recoiling in pain immediately. It hurt to move, and he couldn't even imagine how he looked, he didn't even want to begin to think about that. Ears flattened to his head as he pushed his face into his father's chest, muffled words soon leaving the child. "Mapa," Course voice would begin, "Am I dead?" He had a taste of it, and he didn't like it. He didn't think life could hurt as much as he was right now though.

[b]MAZEKIT PENDRAGON — PALM GLADES — PENNED BY TIKKI — [color=#68786f]BIO