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The trio of wyngrew had been staying for a couple of days in the Nook - after failed attempts of finding people in the town who could actually take them in for a while, Rosette decided it would be best to head off to local nursery that had become such an icon in the little town.

It hadn't taken long for the small purple wyngling to start showing other more... unsavory symptoms soon after those black markings appeared on his back that Warptide night. Though the boy had been quite sickly since he was first found, it had never been something quite as worrying as this. It had started with the characteristic goop that came with common runny glands - but this time, it had come from both Enzo's magic glands and the strange marks. A hoarse coughing came next, but.. what came after was perhaps the most frightening.

On the night following the spite attack on the tree, the small family was still being temporarily being roomed in the Nook. While it was so late at night, it came to no surprise that the three would find it difficult to get to sleep with everything that was happening - the homely town of Wynsiph had an aura of unease permeating the air, almost suffocating. Rosette sat in a peaceful discomfort on the edge of the bed, glancing around at the plain room around her. A creepy painting on the wall; an old candle-lit lantern on the bedside table; a small fault in the ceiling where the plaster was beginning to crack. Kris paced back and forth on the hardwood restlessly, and Enzo sat in a silent stupor near the side of the bed, only making a sound when a fit of coughs managed to make its way from his tiny throat. The pale pink biped gazed out the window towards the now-destroyed nova tree that had once kept the town safe from the threat of spites.

Rosette suddenly snapped back into reality as she heard an increasingly loud shriek from the wyngling below her. In an instant, the room seemed to roar with sound - each minuscule reverberation and creak of the floorboards seemed to only increase in volume. The small purple wyngling had his ears covered, glands and markings aglow with orange light - wind magic. Enzo shook as he managed to rip the words from his mind, even seemingly taken aback by his own volume.

"MAKE IT S T O P"

The pained words echoed throughout the tiny room as Rosette bowed down next to Enzo, accompanied by a concerned Kris.

And... almost as fast as it started, the room fell silent. Enzo slumped to the floor, breathing labored and glands no longer glowing. Rosette proceeded to scoop the tiny child into her arms and held him close, Kris not far behind in placing a tiny, clawed hand onto his adoptive brother's arm. A panicked knocking at the door startled the three before Rosette spoke up gently to beckon the knocker to open the door. She stayed kneeled on the floor with the purple wyngling in her arms as she stared wide-eyed into the face of a concerned resident of the Nook.

"... There is something very, very wrong," the mother stated.

: DDDD!!! will the suffer train end??? find out next time on Warptide Angst

Max Wyns

Copyright:
Wyngrew - Wyngro
Kris - Ozawells
Enzo and Rosette - Me

Description
(zoom in for better quality)

The trio of wyngrew had been staying for a couple of days in the Nook - after failed attempts of finding people in the town who could actually take them in for a while, Rosette decided it would be best to head off to local nursery that had become such an icon in the little town.

It hadn't taken long for the small purple wyngling to start showing other more... unsavory symptoms soon after those black markings appeared on his back that Warptide night. Though the boy had been quite sickly since he was first found, it had never been something quite as worrying as this. It had started with the characteristic goop that came with common runny glands - but this time, it had come from both Enzo's magic glands and the strange marks. A hoarse coughing came next, but.. what came after was perhaps the most frightening.

On the night following the spite attack on the tree, the small family was still being temporarily being roomed in the Nook. While it was so late at night, it came to no surprise that the three would find it difficult to get to sleep with everything that was happening - the homely town of Wynsiph had an aura of unease permeating the air, almost suffocating. Rosette sat in a peaceful discomfort on the edge of the bed, glancing around at the plain room around her. A creepy painting on the wall; an old candle-lit lantern on the bedside table; a small fault in the ceiling where the plaster was beginning to crack. Kris paced back and forth on the hardwood restlessly, and Enzo sat in a silent stupor near the side of the bed, only making a sound when a fit of coughs managed to make its way from his tiny throat. The pale pink biped gazed out the window towards the now-destroyed nova tree that had once kept the town safe from the threat of spites.

Rosette suddenly snapped back into reality as she heard an increasingly loud shriek from the wyngling below her. In an instant, the room seemed to roar with sound - each minuscule reverberation and creak of the floorboards seemed to only increase in volume. The small purple wyngling had his ears covered, glands and markings aglow with orange light - wind magic. Enzo shook as he managed to rip the words from his mind, even seemingly taken aback by his own volume.

"MAKE IT S T O P"

The pained words echoed throughout the tiny room as Rosette bowed down next to Enzo, accompanied by a concerned Kris.

And... almost as fast as it started, the room fell silent. Enzo slumped to the floor, breathing labored and glands no longer glowing. Rosette proceeded to scoop the tiny child into her arms and held him close, Kris not far behind in placing a tiny, clawed hand onto his adoptive brother's arm. A panicked knocking at the door startled the three before Rosette spoke up gently to beckon the knocker to open the door. She stayed kneeled on the floor with the purple wyngling in her arms as she stared wide-eyed into the face of a concerned resident of the Nook.

"... There is something very, very wrong," the mother stated.

: DDDD!!! will the suffer train end??? find out next time on Warptide Angst

Max Wyns

Copyright:
Wyngrew - Wyngro
Kris - Ozawells
Enzo and Rosette - Me