09-08-2019, 10:56 PM
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When Tena said that she was able to do the same thing, the little dragon had only the briefest flicker of ignorance. She didn’t want to believe such a thing was normal- she wanted to go back to what she deemed normal. Searching for perches and baking cookies and chewing on whatever she could gum on. Not this, not this incapability to touch anything. Not rocks or persons or even her own self. She didn’t question how she wasn’t sinking into the floor- her distraught was already severe enough. Sanzu’s hysterics barely allowed for her to hear the words that came from Tena, hyperventilating and borderline screaming in her sobs again.
Shakily, the young dragon decided she would at least try. She knew how cold stones felt. Smooth and icy cold. She didn’t like the cold in the slightest- it made her green scales almost ache. The cold was not the friend of a dragon, a cold blooded creature who certainly could not create their own heat to combat the cold of the mountains. She weakly reached out to paw at one of the rocks again, trying to imagine feeling the coldness and smoothness of the stone. Sanzu swatted through the stone a few times before finally winding up knocking it to the side. “Is i’t fix’d?” She asked, her tone hanging on the edge of desperation. She didn’t want to have to focus every single time she wanted to touch something. Sanzu hiccuped, the tears still dribbling down her face. The crying made her exhausted, and her wings hung loosely from her sides. Still barely clipping into the ground, the webbed limbs, but her feet seemed more aligned with actually touching the ground she sat upon than clipping into and through it.
When Tena said that she was able to do the same thing, the little dragon had only the briefest flicker of ignorance. She didn’t want to believe such a thing was normal- she wanted to go back to what she deemed normal. Searching for perches and baking cookies and chewing on whatever she could gum on. Not this, not this incapability to touch anything. Not rocks or persons or even her own self. She didn’t question how she wasn’t sinking into the floor- her distraught was already severe enough. Sanzu’s hysterics barely allowed for her to hear the words that came from Tena, hyperventilating and borderline screaming in her sobs again.
Shakily, the young dragon decided she would at least try. She knew how cold stones felt. Smooth and icy cold. She didn’t like the cold in the slightest- it made her green scales almost ache. The cold was not the friend of a dragon, a cold blooded creature who certainly could not create their own heat to combat the cold of the mountains. She weakly reached out to paw at one of the rocks again, trying to imagine feeling the coldness and smoothness of the stone. Sanzu swatted through the stone a few times before finally winding up knocking it to the side. “Is i’t fix’d?” She asked, her tone hanging on the edge of desperation. She didn’t want to have to focus every single time she wanted to touch something. Sanzu hiccuped, the tears still dribbling down her face. The crying made her exhausted, and her wings hung loosely from her sides. Still barely clipping into the ground, the webbed limbs, but her feet seemed more aligned with actually touching the ground she sat upon than clipping into and through it.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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