02-18-2021, 11:45 PM
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WYVERNKIT PENDRAGON-DAISUKE
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Wyvernkit had heard the same stories her brother had. The gentle words about the man who crafted wax wings, soaring away from the tower he had been trapped in for the longest time, soaring over the sea. And it worked, for a crazy minute, it worked. But the story always ended there, and almost with a bitter thing of something missing. Wyvern knew there was more to the story, and it was almost fitting that the blood-curdling screams and cries for their brother.
She had watched him bring the materials in, keeping his trap shut and to himself, and just as quickly as he came in, he left. Her eyes watched him for a long moment, before she busied herself once again with her seaglass. Mapa came in, and Wyvern greeting him with a gentle mew, but just as soon as he came in he was leaving. She blinked, before pushing to her paws, following after him. She was a bit more careful on the rocks, knowing she would slip and fall if she wasn't. But as they passed closer and closer to the water, her body felt more and more weak with dread.
She almost wished she hadn't followed Mapa.
The fur all over her body stood on end, and her stomach twisted and curdled. A paw pressed to her muzzle, Wyvern's purple eyes staring at the bloody mess of a brother. She turned her eyes, squeezing her eyes shut. She almost refused to believe it. Was this real, a dream, a nightmare? Wyv felt her chest tighten as she turned back. Mapa was doing CPR, and Ares was just as close. Her ears flattened, tears rolling down her cheek, her throat burning as she sobbed.
"Is he.. is he.." She couldn't finish her sentence, hiccuping and sitting down slowly.
"speech"
She had watched him bring the materials in, keeping his trap shut and to himself, and just as quickly as he came in, he left. Her eyes watched him for a long moment, before she busied herself once again with her seaglass. Mapa came in, and Wyvern greeting him with a gentle mew, but just as soon as he came in he was leaving. She blinked, before pushing to her paws, following after him. She was a bit more careful on the rocks, knowing she would slip and fall if she wasn't. But as they passed closer and closer to the water, her body felt more and more weak with dread.
She almost wished she hadn't followed Mapa.
The fur all over her body stood on end, and her stomach twisted and curdled. A paw pressed to her muzzle, Wyvern's purple eyes staring at the bloody mess of a brother. She turned her eyes, squeezing her eyes shut. She almost refused to believe it. Was this real, a dream, a nightmare? Wyv felt her chest tighten as she turned back. Mapa was doing CPR, and Ares was just as close. Her ears flattened, tears rolling down her cheek, her throat burning as she sobbed.
"Is he.. is he.." She couldn't finish her sentence, hiccuping and sitting down slowly.
"speech"
— Reggan