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He woke up. Not much has changed. This was to be expected. He could still hear the whispering of many voices, coercing him to make decisions. Same as when he hatched, surrounded by the strange creatures. They asked him to pick choices To choose sides. They gave him ideas. They gave him examples. They gave him company in this empty forest. He enjoyed it, as sometimes he could feel on edge, stumbling through the night. What was he really without them? Nothing. They were inseparable. He was part of them. Going out of line with them would be drowned out. It was okay. He was fine with it.

He stumbled through the trees silently, wind howling between the crowns. He didn't know where he was going, but it didn't matter. They knew. The sunshine was spraying in from between the leaves, chirps of birds echoing from above. The forest felt different during the day. Warm. It was a nice change. The grey wyngling walked for a couple of hours, taking breaks now and then to rest. They were hungry. His feet hurt. Their head pounded. They stepped over a particularly large tree root, their foot landing on a rather cleared-out path. It was strange, all this time he was going through the wilderness and now the lack of flora under his legs just..felt weird. He stopped in his tracks, hearing a noise growing louder from his right.

Something.

Something was approaching. Rapidly. He could feel the ground shake as it came closer. He stood his ground, feeling himself tense up, staring where the mysterious adversary was. From between the trees, out of the horizon was a giant rattle cattle running with a rider on its back, rapidly approaching the wyngling. He could feel his legs give out under him, slowly hugging the flooring while the large creature darted towards him with what seemed to be no intent to stop. 'It's okay. It's alright. We'll be fine. Just duck. Hug the floor.' The whispers beckoned and he obliged. And as they have said, they were okay.

The rattle cattle stopped before him, stomping the ground angrily."Are you alright?" The Grey wyngling opened his eyes and looked up to the rider referring to him. There sat a reddish and white biped with long droopy ears and weird eyes. They were the color of ice and fire and were weirdly comforting. The rider was reaching out to the wyngling, motioning them to stand up, just to make sure nothing was stomped on. The wyngling quirked their brow, unsure what the motion meant, looking back at the rider. "Ah. You can't understand me, can you?" The rider dismounted the cattle, standing in front of the kid before reaching out to one of the bags attached to the saddle. He pulled out something that looked like dried meat and kneeled down, offering some food. The grey wyngling sniffed the air and approached the rider, reaching out for the food to eat it, constantly eyeing the wyngro. The adult put a hand on his own chest. "Hakon." He then pointed to the other, slowly chewing on the meat. "You?"

The wyngling squinted at the adult, still not exactly understanding what he meant. 'He provided food for us. He is okay. He seems safe. Follow him. More food. Rest.' When he was done, he approached Hakon and sniffed his hands, looking for more food. "Ah. Sorry buddy. I don't have any more. I could take you to my village if- Ah wait you cant understand me. Why am I even talking." The adult sighed and gently grabbed the wyngling by the sides, pulling them up in the air as he stood up. The Grey kid wiggled a bit at first before going limp, simply staring at him. Weird kid. Hakon gave a small smile. "Sorry." He sat back on the mount, putting the wyngling in front of him before resuming his travel. 'Don't move much. You'll fall. Rest.' The Grey wyngling obeyed, trying to somehow get adjusted to the riding motions.

Why did he have a feeling of deja vu?

It's been a couple of months since he was taken by Hakon to his village. When he first arrived, he was surprised to see buildings. And a wall with spikes surrounding them. It was a bizarre concept, locking themselves away from danger but still not being safe. They couldn't flee the village quickly if something happened within the walls. Non the less, it seemed to be effective so far. After Hakon brought him in, he was provided more food and a place to sleep in. A soft and warm spot, much much different and comfier than the ground and gathered leaves he was used to on the wilderness. Later the villagers introduced them to some other wynglings. They kept yelling and laughing and talking. They did want to play and thankfully the games were pretty easy to get a hang of. It brought him a bit of joy.

Throughout the time he spent in the village, the grey wyngling learned how to speak. How to write. How to hunt. Some may have been striding away from the norm, yet they still worked. His speech patterns. His writing style. His approach to hunting and communicating with wyngrew. Hakon never bothered trying to straighten up the wynglings abnormalities, knowing they were special to them. On a particularly sunny day when Hakon has gathered all the kids, the grey wyngling obtained something else. A name.

Like every other kid, he was asked to approach Hakon who was sitting near a water spring with a box filled with wreaths. He sat down before the adult, waiting for him to speak. "When I first saw you, you were alone out in the wilderness. You look so tired, yet you faced me and my steed head-on. You did not run off after I offered you a hand. You have strength in you and for that, I grant you your new name. Haskell." Hakon then placed a wreath on his head with a large smile before nodding to him. Haskell. He bowed to Hakon respectfully and joined his other companions.

Haskell.

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Inspiration => youtu.be/6xxH94adsho

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He woke up. Not much has changed. This was to be expected. He could still hear the whispering of many voices, coercing him to make decisions. Same as when he hatched, surrounded by the strange creatures. They asked him to pick choices To choose sides. They gave him ideas. They gave him examples. They gave him company in this empty forest. He enjoyed it, as sometimes he could feel on edge, stumbling through the night. What was he really without them? Nothing. They were inseparable. He was part of them. Going out of line with them would be drowned out. It was okay. He was fine with it.

He stumbled through the trees silently, wind howling between the crowns. He didn't know where he was going, but it didn't matter. They knew. The sunshine was spraying in from between the leaves, chirps of birds echoing from above. The forest felt different during the day. Warm. It was a nice change. The grey wyngling walked for a couple of hours, taking breaks now and then to rest. They were hungry. His feet hurt. Their head pounded. They stepped over a particularly large tree root, their foot landing on a rather cleared-out path. It was strange, all this time he was going through the wilderness and now the lack of flora under his legs just..felt weird. He stopped in his tracks, hearing a noise growing louder from his right.

Something.

Something was approaching. Rapidly. He could feel the ground shake as it came closer. He stood his ground, feeling himself tense up, staring where the mysterious adversary was. From between the trees, out of the horizon was a giant rattle cattle running with a rider on its back, rapidly approaching the wyngling. He could feel his legs give out under him, slowly hugging the flooring while the large creature darted towards him with what seemed to be no intent to stop. 'It's okay. It's alright. We'll be fine. Just duck. Hug the floor.' The whispers beckoned and he obliged. And as they have said, they were okay.

The rattle cattle stopped before him, stomping the ground angrily."Are you alright?" The Grey wyngling opened his eyes and looked up to the rider referring to him. There sat a reddish and white biped with long droopy ears and weird eyes. They were the color of ice and fire and were weirdly comforting. The rider was reaching out to the wyngling, motioning them to stand up, just to make sure nothing was stomped on. The wyngling quirked their brow, unsure what the motion meant, looking back at the rider. "Ah. You can't understand me, can you?" The rider dismounted the cattle, standing in front of the kid before reaching out to one of the bags attached to the saddle. He pulled out something that looked like dried meat and kneeled down, offering some food. The grey wyngling sniffed the air and approached the rider, reaching out for the food to eat it, constantly eyeing the wyngro. The adult put a hand on his own chest. "Hakon." He then pointed to the other, slowly chewing on the meat. "You?"

The wyngling squinted at the adult, still not exactly understanding what he meant. 'He provided food for us. He is okay. He seems safe. Follow him. More food. Rest.' When he was done, he approached Hakon and sniffed his hands, looking for more food. "Ah. Sorry buddy. I don't have any more. I could take you to my village if- Ah wait you cant understand me. Why am I even talking." The adult sighed and gently grabbed the wyngling by the sides, pulling them up in the air as he stood up. The Grey kid wiggled a bit at first before going limp, simply staring at him. Weird kid. Hakon gave a small smile. "Sorry." He sat back on the mount, putting the wyngling in front of him before resuming his travel. 'Don't move much. You'll fall. Rest.' The Grey wyngling obeyed, trying to somehow get adjusted to the riding motions.

Why did he have a feeling of deja vu?

It's been a couple of months since he was taken by Hakon to his village. When he first arrived, he was surprised to see buildings. And a wall with spikes surrounding them. It was a bizarre concept, locking themselves away from danger but still not being safe. They couldn't flee the village quickly if something happened within the walls. Non the less, it seemed to be effective so far. After Hakon brought him in, he was provided more food and a place to sleep in. A soft and warm spot, much much different and comfier than the ground and gathered leaves he was used to on the wilderness. Later the villagers introduced them to some other wynglings. They kept yelling and laughing and talking. They did want to play and thankfully the games were pretty easy to get a hang of. It brought him a bit of joy.

Throughout the time he spent in the village, the grey wyngling learned how to speak. How to write. How to hunt. Some may have been striding away from the norm, yet they still worked. His speech patterns. His writing style. His approach to hunting and communicating with wyngrew. Hakon never bothered trying to straighten up the wynglings abnormalities, knowing they were special to them. On a particularly sunny day when Hakon has gathered all the kids, the grey wyngling obtained something else. A name.

Like every other kid, he was asked to approach Hakon who was sitting near a water spring with a box filled with wreaths. He sat down before the adult, waiting for him to speak. "When I first saw you, you were alone out in the wilderness. You look so tired, yet you faced me and my steed head-on. You did not run off after I offered you a hand. You have strength in you and for that, I grant you your new name. Haskell." Hakon then placed a wreath on his head with a large smile before nodding to him. Haskell. He bowed to Hakon respectfully and joined his other companions.

Haskell.

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