04-29-2021, 12:21 PM
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WYVERNKIT PENDRAGON-DAISUKE
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Wyvern was sick n fuckin' tired of sitting around. Her back might ache, but she couldn't sit here and stand the fact that all these other people- her brothers, other apprentices- surpassing her. Her eyebrows were drawn against the sun as she stepped out of the house. Her shoulders gently flexed and moved, before looking up. A shadow hovered overhead, and quickly, Wyvern was tearing down the boardwalk, her eyes set forward and terror in her optics.
And.. behind her, chasing her.. was a crow. A simple crow, arcing after the pretty sparkly bandages that Wyv sometime sported. Today was her unlucky day to wear them, apparently. But as she barreled down the boardwalk, there was quite a bit of damage left in her wake. NPCs were bowled up, cowering away from Wyv as she screamed past them. The crow dove at her, picking at her back, and every time she smacked into a chair, a flower pot, something.
By the end of the boardwalk, the crow finally lost interest, and Wyvern had flopped over. She picked her head up, looking back down the boardwalk. There was a collection of NPCs injured, laying over on the side as others came to check on them. Flowerpots, benches, tables, a small collection of clothes and accessories- all of it scattered, destroyed, tossed over. Wyvern grimaced, slowly picking herself up, ears flattened and eyes diverted from everyone's harsh gaze.
"speech"
And.. behind her, chasing her.. was a crow. A simple crow, arcing after the pretty sparkly bandages that Wyv sometime sported. Today was her unlucky day to wear them, apparently. But as she barreled down the boardwalk, there was quite a bit of damage left in her wake. NPCs were bowled up, cowering away from Wyv as she screamed past them. The crow dove at her, picking at her back, and every time she smacked into a chair, a flower pot, something.
By the end of the boardwalk, the crow finally lost interest, and Wyvern had flopped over. She picked her head up, looking back down the boardwalk. There was a collection of NPCs injured, laying over on the side as others came to check on them. Flowerpots, benches, tables, a small collection of clothes and accessories- all of it scattered, destroyed, tossed over. Wyvern grimaced, slowly picking herself up, ears flattened and eyes diverted from everyone's harsh gaze.
"speech"
— Reggan