03-17-2021, 03:39 PM
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WYVERNKIT PENDRAGON-DAISUKE
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// blood tw in the last few paragraphs!
A walk. That's what she needed, and that's what she was going to get. None of her brother's whining calls stopped her, nor the threatening look from that raven by the door- who had been haunting her, as of recent. A frown had crossed her muzzle, shooting it a nasty look as she scampered out of the doorway. Her paws drummed against the sand, and the feeling of wind cascading down her body caused her head to lift and a deep inhale to riddle her lungs.
It felt good to be getting out, getting around. She had no clue why she was letting herself stay inside- rather, no, forcing herself to stay inside. But it was good out here. Warming up, the sun staying up longer. The kit found herself stretching and rolling about in the sand by the water. She rolled onto her stomach, and with a gentle sigh, laid her head down and decided to take a snooze. It wasn't long before the gentle rolling and cascading of the waves rocked her off into a nap.
But it was dark by the time she woke. The tide was touching her paws, bitterly cold in the early season of the island. And there came a haunting call. The raven sat next to her. Her eyes slowly slid towards it, and she froze up. It's head tilted, and quietly it spoke to her. It froze Wyvern to her core, and her eyes were wide open as it spoke. I am not what I appear to be. You cannot afford to slow down. It's words were almost.. soothing. But the visage itself terrified her to her core.
Wyvernkit realized it's pause was time for her to respond. Her jaw shivered, and she stuttered with words. "W.. What do you mean? I don't.." The raven turned it's head towards her, and with a glimmering eye, stared at her. Into her soul, burning through her irises and causing her fur to stand on end. It's beak opened, and spoke again. Echoing in her head. You cannot wait for anyone, or anything. Protect yourself. The raven beat it's wings, picking itself up, and up, and up.
Wyvernkit looked back forward, before another raven's cry sharply called out. She looked up, and the raven was diving at her. It showed no sign of stopping, but Wyvernkit looked up too late. She screamed as the Raven collided with her, before disappearing into the skin of her body. Her back twisted, and-
--
Wyvernkit woke up. She was drenched in cold sweat, having let loose a scream in the house. But she was at home, the sun just peaking up over the waves on the beach proved she hadn't gone anywhere just yet. But as she tried to pick her paw up to rub at her eyes, excruciating pain tore through her. Wyv's head turned, looking down at her bed. Blood, deep red blood, dripped and sloshed around her. Her eye's widened, and ignoring the pain that she caused herself by continuing to turn her head, she looked at her back.
Tiny nubs were peaking out. Unlike her brother, who had almost a full pair upon receiving them, hers looked either strangely malformed, or they were to grow in yet. Wyv looked back forward, letting out a low wail in pain. "Papa..."
"speech"
A walk. That's what she needed, and that's what she was going to get. None of her brother's whining calls stopped her, nor the threatening look from that raven by the door- who had been haunting her, as of recent. A frown had crossed her muzzle, shooting it a nasty look as she scampered out of the doorway. Her paws drummed against the sand, and the feeling of wind cascading down her body caused her head to lift and a deep inhale to riddle her lungs.
It felt good to be getting out, getting around. She had no clue why she was letting herself stay inside- rather, no, forcing herself to stay inside. But it was good out here. Warming up, the sun staying up longer. The kit found herself stretching and rolling about in the sand by the water. She rolled onto her stomach, and with a gentle sigh, laid her head down and decided to take a snooze. It wasn't long before the gentle rolling and cascading of the waves rocked her off into a nap.
But it was dark by the time she woke. The tide was touching her paws, bitterly cold in the early season of the island. And there came a haunting call. The raven sat next to her. Her eyes slowly slid towards it, and she froze up. It's head tilted, and quietly it spoke to her. It froze Wyvern to her core, and her eyes were wide open as it spoke. I am not what I appear to be. You cannot afford to slow down. It's words were almost.. soothing. But the visage itself terrified her to her core.
Wyvernkit realized it's pause was time for her to respond. Her jaw shivered, and she stuttered with words. "W.. What do you mean? I don't.." The raven turned it's head towards her, and with a glimmering eye, stared at her. Into her soul, burning through her irises and causing her fur to stand on end. It's beak opened, and spoke again. Echoing in her head. You cannot wait for anyone, or anything. Protect yourself. The raven beat it's wings, picking itself up, and up, and up.
Wyvernkit looked back forward, before another raven's cry sharply called out. She looked up, and the raven was diving at her. It showed no sign of stopping, but Wyvernkit looked up too late. She screamed as the Raven collided with her, before disappearing into the skin of her body. Her back twisted, and-
--
Wyvernkit woke up. She was drenched in cold sweat, having let loose a scream in the house. But she was at home, the sun just peaking up over the waves on the beach proved she hadn't gone anywhere just yet. But as she tried to pick her paw up to rub at her eyes, excruciating pain tore through her. Wyv's head turned, looking down at her bed. Blood, deep red blood, dripped and sloshed around her. Her eye's widened, and ignoring the pain that she caused herself by continuing to turn her head, she looked at her back.
Tiny nubs were peaking out. Unlike her brother, who had almost a full pair upon receiving them, hers looked either strangely malformed, or they were to grow in yet. Wyv looked back forward, letting out a low wail in pain. "Papa..."
"speech"
— Reggan