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SPIRITS IN MY ROOM FRIEND OR FOE?
[[ 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.
Do not feel the need to match the length of this post.
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.
Do not feel the need to match the length of this post.
[b]MAZEKIT PENDRAGON — PALM GLADES — PENNED BY TIKKI — [color=#68786f]BIO
