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TRIGGER WARNING!
- Death
- Being ‘eaten alive’
- Sickness

—-

The forest was eerily quiet today.

Moon shone her dim light on the foliage down below, the leaves of the trees whispering as a cool breeze weaves through them. But other then that, nothing dared to break the silence. Not the bugs, not the wildlife, nothing. It was slightly peaceful if you ignored the stench of death the breeze carried along for the ride.

Finally, the quiet bondings were broken.

A little red Wyngling tumbled out of one of their hiding spots, squeaking in distress. Their small frame trembling in fear, and yet, there was nothing there. After struggling to their feet, they started to waddle forwards. The spikes on their body reflected the moons light back at her, making the child have a shiny appearance amoung the dark forest.

They squealed gently as they bumped into a tree, their eyes never opening for even a moment. Scrambling away, the child’s ears twitched to listen for anything that could be a threat. Nothing. The Wyngling didn’t seem to find this unsettling at all. They found it comforting. A time where there was nothing to fear.

They shook their head and rubbed their nose, the flowers upon their head rustling with each movement. The breeze returned. The red Wyngling sneezed, having no fur on their body, they were a victim to the cold. With a small shiver, they continued forward.

Nothing made a sound. Nothing interrupted them.

The blind child continued to run into trees, rocks, bushes, everything. And yet, nothing ever came to investigate. The Wyngling was unable to comprehend the unusuality of the situation. Their mind had not developed properly. With a shivering body, they continued to wander.

Their ear twitched, a sound.

A small hiss from behind them caused them to freeze, a sense of dread coming over them. What was that? They didn’t know, their mind swimming with nonsensical sounds and thoughts. The air became tense.

Another hiss, this time from the side.

They shrieked.

Quickly darting away as fast as they could, the Wyngling did their best to avoid any obstacles in their path. The skittering of tiny feet surrounded them. The unknown creatures hissed as the child fled. It was unclear if they were chasing them, if not, they were everywhere.

Absolutely everywhere.

The red Wyngling tripped over a tree root, toppeling down a steep hill. Luckily, they didn’t hit anything, only receiving small cuts along their body that were mostly unnoticeable on their red skin. Slowly they rolled to a stop, heart beating heavily. The child laid still and listened.

The area was silent again, just like before. Adrenaline pumped through their body likes drug. The cuts and bruises from the fall went unnoticed. Slowly, the Wyngling got back to their feet, but an unruly feeling bubbled in their throat and gut. They placed a paw on their neck, what was this feeling? They didn’t understand.

COUGH

A strange substance shot out of their mouth. Soon after, the bubbling got worse. It was soon followed by a wave of choking and heaving, the strange substance launching out of their body like a rapid fire slingshot. The pain was unbearable, they started to cry.

But their tears were corrupted too.

They laid down in a quivering mess, pain scorching their form like wild fire. When the pain subsided just enough for them to stand again, they began limping. They didn’t know where they were going. Anywhere was better then here however.

A new sound met their senses. It didn’t feel threatening. They headed towards the noise, curiously and hopefulness in their mind. They took a step, but it wasn’t solid. A cold sensation engulfed their paw. With a squeal, they pulled back, falling into a sitting position. What was that? It was so cold. They fell straight through it.

Before they could think about it, the burning in their gut got worse. They stood up shakily, heaving out more of that warm substance. But the pain only got worse. Their legs threatened to collapse beneath them as their body quivered. Their black vision was overcome by a dim blue. This frightened them greatly, but the burning forbid them from running.

A strange sound from the unknown filled their ears. It started to circle around them. Their mind screamed, desperately trying to move, to do anything...

But they couldn’t, the noise continued to circle as the agony grew.

Then it stopped.

Their form melted to the ground, the blue disappeared. The cold substance they felt before suddenly engulfed their sides, a strange sound echoing around them. But they didn’t move, everything hurt too much. Itheir stomach became a burning hot sun. They wanted it to stop. The tears they cried nipped at their cheeks.

Make it stop.

Please make it stop.

Their consciousness drifted away slowly, and they welcomed it...

...
...
...

The peace didn’t last for long.

They spluttered out the warm liquid again, leaking out of the mouth and nostrils. It became hard to breathe. They felt weak and drained. Skittering steps approached them from behind, but they were too sickly to react. A sharp object started to poke at their side. It hurt.

With all their might, the Wyngling pull themselves to their feet and gently swatted at whatever had been prodding them. It hissed in response, poking their arm instead, but harder. Enough to break the skin. They yelped softly, pulling their paw back.

Shivering and cold, they began waddling away as fast as they could. But their attacker didn’t give up. It started to pull and stab their legs and tail. More tiny feet approached them, more sharp objects started to pull at their form.

They couldn’t stop them, they couldn’t fight back. Soon enough, they became numb to the harsh sensations of skin being punctured, pulled, and torn. Despite it all, they kept limping forward, no clear destination in mind, just forward. Time passed by slowly as they continued their path, the flower crown once rested on their head torn to shreds by the beasts attempting to eat them alive. They felt nothing.

The creatures began to shriek, stopping their attack. The child didn’t comprehend it however, mindlessly moving forwards. Their brain had slowly started to shut down. The silence returned. Oh the sweet peaceful silence. They wanted it to last forever, it was so... welcoming... it just felt so right. They shakily continued forwards, where ever they were going, it seemed like it was an escape from all of it. All the pain. All the loneliness. All the darkness.

The floor vanished beneath them.

They felt themselves falling.

It was nice.

It was peaceful.

Their consciousness quietly started to fade.

And for the very first time, just before a moment they drifted away.

He opened his eyes...

(1,129 words 6,582 characters)

Champagne:
+ Plague Death

HOOOO BOY
yes, he died mid fall uvu
cause I’m an evil bitch

man a lot of my characters get hurt via falling off cliffs or other high places
i wonder what that says about myself
BUT EYY

It was super hard writing this djfjkskskfv
he can’t see so I had to use all the other senses as much as I could to make up for it CHOKEs
i hope it’s good tho and not just me raMbLiNg

anyways have a good day

Champagne belongs to Nekotics (me)

Description

TRIGGER WARNING!
- Death
- Being ‘eaten alive’
- Sickness

—-

The forest was eerily quiet today.

Moon shone her dim light on the foliage down below, the leaves of the trees whispering as a cool breeze weaves through them. But other then that, nothing dared to break the silence. Not the bugs, not the wildlife, nothing. It was slightly peaceful if you ignored the stench of death the breeze carried along for the ride.

Finally, the quiet bondings were broken.

A little red Wyngling tumbled out of one of their hiding spots, squeaking in distress. Their small frame trembling in fear, and yet, there was nothing there. After struggling to their feet, they started to waddle forwards. The spikes on their body reflected the moons light back at her, making the child have a shiny appearance amoung the dark forest.

They squealed gently as they bumped into a tree, their eyes never opening for even a moment. Scrambling away, the child’s ears twitched to listen for anything that could be a threat. Nothing. The Wyngling didn’t seem to find this unsettling at all. They found it comforting. A time where there was nothing to fear.

They shook their head and rubbed their nose, the flowers upon their head rustling with each movement. The breeze returned. The red Wyngling sneezed, having no fur on their body, they were a victim to the cold. With a small shiver, they continued forward.

Nothing made a sound. Nothing interrupted them.

The blind child continued to run into trees, rocks, bushes, everything. And yet, nothing ever came to investigate. The Wyngling was unable to comprehend the unusuality of the situation. Their mind had not developed properly. With a shivering body, they continued to wander.

Their ear twitched, a sound.

A small hiss from behind them caused them to freeze, a sense of dread coming over them. What was that? They didn’t know, their mind swimming with nonsensical sounds and thoughts. The air became tense.

Another hiss, this time from the side.

They shrieked.

Quickly darting away as fast as they could, the Wyngling did their best to avoid any obstacles in their path. The skittering of tiny feet surrounded them. The unknown creatures hissed as the child fled. It was unclear if they were chasing them, if not, they were everywhere.

Absolutely everywhere.

The red Wyngling tripped over a tree root, toppeling down a steep hill. Luckily, they didn’t hit anything, only receiving small cuts along their body that were mostly unnoticeable on their red skin. Slowly they rolled to a stop, heart beating heavily. The child laid still and listened.

The area was silent again, just like before. Adrenaline pumped through their body likes drug. The cuts and bruises from the fall went unnoticed. Slowly, the Wyngling got back to their feet, but an unruly feeling bubbled in their throat and gut. They placed a paw on their neck, what was this feeling? They didn’t understand.

COUGH

A strange substance shot out of their mouth. Soon after, the bubbling got worse. It was soon followed by a wave of choking and heaving, the strange substance launching out of their body like a rapid fire slingshot. The pain was unbearable, they started to cry.

But their tears were corrupted too.

They laid down in a quivering mess, pain scorching their form like wild fire. When the pain subsided just enough for them to stand again, they began limping. They didn’t know where they were going. Anywhere was better then here however.

A new sound met their senses. It didn’t feel threatening. They headed towards the noise, curiously and hopefulness in their mind. They took a step, but it wasn’t solid. A cold sensation engulfed their paw. With a squeal, they pulled back, falling into a sitting position. What was that? It was so cold. They fell straight through it.

Before they could think about it, the burning in their gut got worse. They stood up shakily, heaving out more of that warm substance. But the pain only got worse. Their legs threatened to collapse beneath them as their body quivered. Their black vision was overcome by a dim blue. This frightened them greatly, but the burning forbid them from running.

A strange sound from the unknown filled their ears. It started to circle around them. Their mind screamed, desperately trying to move, to do anything...

But they couldn’t, the noise continued to circle as the agony grew.

Then it stopped.

Their form melted to the ground, the blue disappeared. The cold substance they felt before suddenly engulfed their sides, a strange sound echoing around them. But they didn’t move, everything hurt too much. Itheir stomach became a burning hot sun. They wanted it to stop. The tears they cried nipped at their cheeks.

Make it stop.

Please make it stop.

Their consciousness drifted away slowly, and they welcomed it...

...
...
...

The peace didn’t last for long.

They spluttered out the warm liquid again, leaking out of the mouth and nostrils. It became hard to breathe. They felt weak and drained. Skittering steps approached them from behind, but they were too sickly to react. A sharp object started to poke at their side. It hurt.

With all their might, the Wyngling pull themselves to their feet and gently swatted at whatever had been prodding them. It hissed in response, poking their arm instead, but harder. Enough to break the skin. They yelped softly, pulling their paw back.

Shivering and cold, they began waddling away as fast as they could. But their attacker didn’t give up. It started to pull and stab their legs and tail. More tiny feet approached them, more sharp objects started to pull at their form.

They couldn’t stop them, they couldn’t fight back. Soon enough, they became numb to the harsh sensations of skin being punctured, pulled, and torn. Despite it all, they kept limping forward, no clear destination in mind, just forward. Time passed by slowly as they continued their path, the flower crown once rested on their head torn to shreds by the beasts attempting to eat them alive. They felt nothing.

The creatures began to shriek, stopping their attack. The child didn’t comprehend it however, mindlessly moving forwards. Their brain had slowly started to shut down. The silence returned. Oh the sweet peaceful silence. They wanted it to last forever, it was so... welcoming... it just felt so right. They shakily continued forwards, where ever they were going, it seemed like it was an escape from all of it. All the pain. All the loneliness. All the darkness.

The floor vanished beneath them.

They felt themselves falling.

It was nice.

It was peaceful.

Their consciousness quietly started to fade.

And for the very first time, just before a moment they drifted away.

He opened his eyes...

(1,129 words 6,582 characters)

Champagne:
+ Plague Death

HOOOO BOY
yes, he died mid fall uvu
cause I’m an evil bitch

man a lot of my characters get hurt via falling off cliffs or other high places
i wonder what that says about myself
BUT EYY

It was super hard writing this djfjkskskfv
he can’t see so I had to use all the other senses as much as I could to make up for it CHOKEs
i hope it’s good tho and not just me raMbLiNg

anyways have a good day

Champagne belongs to Nekotics (me)