01-22-2020, 04:55 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — It was no secret to anybody that Roan had draconic blood. Or, at the very least, if they didn't know the term for it, they definitely knew that the boy was different, just like his Mom. After all, not every kitten came out with little nubbin horns and strange little wings with green webbing. Roan had never thought much of it when it had just been he and Roxanne, but now that he was venturing out of the nest more and more often, he had definitely started to notice a distinct lack of these traits on other cats and kittens. At first it had made him feel weird, like something was wrong with him, but then he had remembered what his Mother had told him in the past, about how he was her special baby, and she loved everything about him, including his horns and wings. Besides, it wasn't like his Mama wasn't doing well, and she had lived with horns and wings her entire life! Of course, he didn't know of any of the hardships she had faced because of it, but in his eyes, his mother was the perfect example of a happy adult who was living a good life. So, after he had realized that, he had started interacting more and more with the other kids, not caring that they weren't quite the same. And everything had been fine. Until one day, a question came up that he couldn't answer. If you have wings, can you fly?
It seemed like the answer should've been obvious. After all, he had wings, he should've been able to fly, right? However, for a long time now, his wings had been too tiny for him to really do anything with them. Still, he had been growing at a rather rapid rate, and he was even going to be five months soon... maybe he could fly with them now. So, after about the fifth time he had been asked that question, the child had decided to make an attempt. He had climbed onto a rather large rock on the beach, and stood at the very edge, his small claws digging against the wet rock as he looked down at the sand. It seemed so very far down to a small kitten like him, and he swore he could hear his heart beating in his ears. However, Roan had never been the type to back down from a challenge, and after taking a deep breath, the child threw himself off the rock, frantically dlapping his little wings. Unfortunately for him, they were still too small to carry his body, and the erratic flapping did nothing to help him on the way down, collapsing into the sand below. Thankfully, there was a lot of sand on the beach, and it was soft enough that him getting seriously hurt was a near impossibility. Not so thankfully, there was also a smaller rock down in the sand below, and Roan's leg connected with it as he fell, scraping along the side of his flank.
Once he was down in the sand, the boy was just stunned for a moment, staring forward. However, soon the shock wore off, and there was a stinking pain along his back right leg, having gotten a small scratch from the rock. The boy sniffled for a moment, desperately trying not to cry, before he finally gave in, wailing, "O... Ow! It hurts! Mama! A-Anybody!" The child cried out desperately as tears slipped down his cheeks, looking at the little bit of blood on his leg that marred his cream coat.
It seemed like the answer should've been obvious. After all, he had wings, he should've been able to fly, right? However, for a long time now, his wings had been too tiny for him to really do anything with them. Still, he had been growing at a rather rapid rate, and he was even going to be five months soon... maybe he could fly with them now. So, after about the fifth time he had been asked that question, the child had decided to make an attempt. He had climbed onto a rather large rock on the beach, and stood at the very edge, his small claws digging against the wet rock as he looked down at the sand. It seemed so very far down to a small kitten like him, and he swore he could hear his heart beating in his ears. However, Roan had never been the type to back down from a challenge, and after taking a deep breath, the child threw himself off the rock, frantically dlapping his little wings. Unfortunately for him, they were still too small to carry his body, and the erratic flapping did nothing to help him on the way down, collapsing into the sand below. Thankfully, there was a lot of sand on the beach, and it was soft enough that him getting seriously hurt was a near impossibility. Not so thankfully, there was also a smaller rock down in the sand below, and Roan's leg connected with it as he fell, scraping along the side of his flank.
Once he was down in the sand, the boy was just stunned for a moment, staring forward. However, soon the shock wore off, and there was a stinking pain along his back right leg, having gotten a small scratch from the rock. The boy sniffled for a moment, desperately trying not to cry, before he finally gave in, wailing, "O... Ow! It hurts! Mama! A-Anybody!" The child cried out desperately as tears slipped down his cheeks, looking at the little bit of blood on his leg that marred his cream coat.
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