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EXP: 98%
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NAME: ... ¦ GENDER: ? ¦ LEVEL: 1 ¦ ♡: 1
STR: 1 ¦ DEF: 1 ¦ CON: 1 ¦ DEX: 1 ¦ INT: 1
PER: 1 ¦ CHR: 1 ¦ AGL: 1 ¦ WIL: 1 ¦ LCK: 1
Is this what happens if you experience too much warmth in you, when you are only breathing silver serenity?
( * You received 10 damage. )
How awful.
Indeed it is, as They is unable to do anything worthful in a poor condition, They curls Themself into a smaller frame and continues weeping. Along the way, a whimper or a hiccup passes through the exposed, sharp cracks that aligns between Their tiny teeth. Feeble, small, a hint of vulnerability—an epitome of Them at this very moment.
Then, something loving touches Their paw, and, immediately, Their blurred gaze locks on to what appears to be a kit. Like Them, but a bit bigger, and had wings. Noises do not reach upon Their tongue and dies in Their throat instead when the other drags their paw over Their body. Motion given as an offer of comfort, and perhaps, it is tinges with Magic even, it brings Them to breathe once again.
( * Kaisa ▲ )
From ease building within Their strained form, strength comes at last, and They uses it to pull Themself on Their paws, despite the Fire lashing at Them. They hisses, ears flattens against soft cranium. Though, paws trembling, thoughts chaotic, They succeeds in standing up and reaches to a shade nearby, nearly tripping and falling here and there.
Their ears twitches at an unusual sound and looks over to see a brown kit, with something held upon his maw, landing close by. Jaw slightly lowers, They stares at his wings. Their paws itches to touch the large feathers present before Them, but the thought cuts off before They knows it, being nudged at by the older creature.
They realizes he was attempting to take Them to Their destination, and They senses Their heart thumping right on Their chest. Questions rises in worn out mind, with the whos, whats, wheres, whens, and whys. However, there is no option for Them to ask. Knowledge of grasping language is bare, so, They must give what They can only know, and silence is one of them.
"Are you okay, little one?"
Light, but rich brown fills in the air, soon fades behind gentle words of the winged being and leaves Them bewildered. Once, They is fully under the shade, They rubs their eyes for a moment, either to wipe away the tears or for curiosity if They will see the soothing colour again, before They glances at the two kits who wishes to help Them. The two kits who They do not know.
"Hu-hught..." is all They can say. They try to lift one of Their fore limp towards the duo in front of Them and sniffs. Their body tenses at the air paints in the same colour They saw before as the brown kit speaks again. Slowly, They raises Their paw to touch the brown, though, while the brown ragdoll heads off, like before, it disappears.
Shaky sigh, They gives their entire attention on the lilac point kit afterwards. Uncertainty spills over consciousness, and They shuffles Their paws. Since They had received some support, now, They barely thinks about the Fire, when They mostly focuses on these strange, yet magical creatures. They can't resist but wonder what will happen next. They hopes it will be just as kind as this.
"An kuh," says They in a whisper, breaking the tension with only a touch of softness. Lips curls up into a starry smile. All bright and beautiful, as it shines gratefulness.
( * You levelled up to 2! )
[align=center][color=#fff]DROPPED; PLEASE ASSUME THEY IS MISSING, THANK YOU