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+Scar (Over Eye)

Reqs:

1 Wyn, 1 Month, Draw a Polished Piece depicting your wyngro's injury (or the events immediately before or after it). You must include a 1,200 word story with your deviation.

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cold

what did that word mean?

...

The word cold described how he was feeling at this moment

A chill was surrounding him. It made his fur stand on the nape of his neck.

Nothing felt...correct...It was oddly quiet.

The birds that he listened to from morning to night from the window of his room hadn't made a noise all day.

It worried him.

Something was coming...the animals told him it was something big...

*WHAM*

Flint's head wove up out of his purple colored pillow that resided ontop of his bed, he quickly looked around his room for the source of the noise to see his sister holding her toe on the floor? He lifted his head to look at her closer, was she in pain? He moved his left leg to touch the floor and saw Lin look up at him, to seemingly answer his questioning look she spoke "Ahhh im sorry! I must have hit my toe on the shelf- Ahhh flick-Sorry! i was just putting this book back owww..." Carefully she stood and leaned over to pick up the book that was now on the floor. Looking back over she apologized one last time before hobbling out of the bedroom while holding her hurt toe.

Sighing he moved his other leg to touch the floor before slithering off. He slowly made his way to his window, setting his claws to lean on the white painted wood of his window seel he looked out. It was getting awful late...the sun was just setting, it painted a nice orange light on the sky, mixed with hints of purple and pink before fading to its final dark blue. Studying the sky he noticed the moon was a nice shade of orange, orange? that was odd...it must just be the sunset though! It would surely go away as the night wore on. Moving his hand he grabbed a shiny gold candleholder from right next to the window. Tilting it to look at the nearly all melted candle, useless, he quickly tossed the thing out the window and moved across the hardwood floor to reach onto his bookshelf where a small supply of candlewax was held.

Quickly grabbing one and placing it on the candleholder he glanced at his supply...hm, he would need to go out and get more later...or tomorrow. Something was pounding in the back of his head not to go out tonight...Some sense that something was off. Shaking his head from his thoughts he walked back over to the windowseel, placing the candle on it tentatively he quickly lit it. Smiling down at his work he looked out at the few tree's that surrounded a few houses nearby.

life

life was such an odd thing

wyngrew go through constant pain and misery but they keep going...why?

no matter how horrible they feel they keep breathing.

of course one could say they could stop that, but thats up for debate.

Why dont wyngrew just...stop if they feel something bad, why must they suffer the - intolerable to some gro - 'emotions' that all feel.

Do some wyngrew not feel emotions? Do they really exist? or do they just refuse to acknowledge the feelings they get.

If they REALLY do exist...how? how does it feel? to feel nothing? nothing at all.

Does it feel wonderful? But one could say it cannot feel wonderful if they do not feel, so they is it unending pain? the pain of feeling nothing?

But they cannot FEEL emotions. So is it just unending...nothingness? What does nothingness feel like?

Again that uneasy feeling crept up his shell and to his brain...

*Snap*

A swift inhale in reaction to the sound of a twig snapping came from Flint as he lifted his head, heartbeat racing he looked around for the source of the noise. Seeing nothing but a shift of white in the bushes far off, white? was that another wyngro? Alarms in his head started to go off as he tried to figure out what it could be, maybe an animal? it was sureply something harmless, right? RIGHT?

What if it was a spite! No no it couldn't be a spite, every time something happened his mind always came to the conclusion that it was a spite, he needed to stop thinking of spites! There we NO spites in town! the nova tree always protected them! glancing quickly at the nova tree, seeing its calm, serene look calmed Flint. Huffing in annoyance at his attitude towards every sound he heard he turned back into his room, but before doing so...just to make sure...he quietly closed the window.

With a shaky breath he sat for a long second, after a bit he decided maybe making tea would help him cool down. He opened his door carefully and walked down the hall to the kitchen, looking towards the couch he saw his sister doodling on paper, what was she drawing? no- it wasn't his bisness, looking in the other direction he found the boiling pot and placed it on the cooking counter. Leaning up the grab the tea from the cubburts and setting it down he silently cursed himself for not bringing a pan of water inside earlier, He didn't mind going outside to grab it from the container- it was only by the side of the house...But something still didn't settle in his stomach about it.

Knocking the breath out of him he was startled to hear his sister suddenly speak next to him loudly "Need some water bro?". Grabbing onto the counter for support he let out a wheeze as he calmed down. "Oh, sorry!" She said much quieter this time, placing her paw in his shoulder. "I'll go get some water from the bucket" She said before he nodded in agreement, She then grabbed a smaller bucket and walking out the door. Sighing he sat and waited for Lin to return. Falling back into thought...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Panic was induced into Flint as he heard an earthshattering scream! Jumping up from his position he ran out into the middle of the living room and looked around quickly disdaining his surroundings. Was that Lin? Ohno ohno... where was she? wait! she was outside! Scurrying to the door he rushed out and turned the corner to where Lin was heading, stepping in some wat stuff he looked down...Water? Looking up he noticed the water container was tipped over, so was the smaller water bucket! looking up worriedly he saw Lin backed up against the wall and a...a...

Spite

Not just any spite

A Kindrin...

Its tall body shadowed over Lin's, its sleek arms positioned themselves up...It was ready to grab...

Was it going to hurt Lin? KILL LIN?

Before it could even comprehend what happened Flint jumped in to protect his sister...at all costs...

*Slice*

There was more yelling...Lin yelling?

Wait was that...Bright...fire? Fire?

His vision was blurry as he snapped his eyes shut, being far to panicked to open them.

Immobilized in fear he listened to the yells of hi sister- wait...what wasn't his sister? Was there another wyngro?

"MOVE!" He heard lin scream as the shrieks of A blood thirsty spite flew through the air. The grass scraped his legs as he feel to the ground in confusion, Taking a chance to open his eyes he only saw bursts of blurry flame fly through the air. Everything was tinted a slight red as the blood from his wound- wait...His wound! He was hurt! Moving his claw instinctively to his eye- only to be met with a agonizingly painful sting.

Shutting his eyes tight again he felt his sister push him towards the house, opening his left eye to see where he was going as she led him up the stairs of their porch and into the house...(1,303 Words)

To Be Continued...

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Next: ???

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5/906
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the characters are Flint & Lin

Flint belongs to Me

Lin belongs to Brisle

Wyngro belongs to @/Nestly
Critiques ALWAYS open!
Want art like this? Check out my requests! fav.me/dbo18p6

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Join My Discord Server! discord.gg/tSGz8kR

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This is MY art DO NOT copy , trace , steal , repost ect without my permission!

Description

Please click on the image to see full resolution!~

+Scar (Over Eye)

Reqs:

1 Wyn, 1 Month, Draw a Polished Piece depicting your wyngro's injury (or the events immediately before or after it). You must include a 1,200 word story with your deviation.

~

cold

what did that word mean?

...

The word cold described how he was feeling at this moment

A chill was surrounding him. It made his fur stand on the nape of his neck.

Nothing felt...correct...It was oddly quiet.

The birds that he listened to from morning to night from the window of his room hadn't made a noise all day.

It worried him.

Something was coming...the animals told him it was something big...

*WHAM*

Flint's head wove up out of his purple colored pillow that resided ontop of his bed, he quickly looked around his room for the source of the noise to see his sister holding her toe on the floor? He lifted his head to look at her closer, was she in pain? He moved his left leg to touch the floor and saw Lin look up at him, to seemingly answer his questioning look she spoke "Ahhh im sorry! I must have hit my toe on the shelf- Ahhh flick-Sorry! i was just putting this book back owww..." Carefully she stood and leaned over to pick up the book that was now on the floor. Looking back over she apologized one last time before hobbling out of the bedroom while holding her hurt toe.

Sighing he moved his other leg to touch the floor before slithering off. He slowly made his way to his window, setting his claws to lean on the white painted wood of his window seel he looked out. It was getting awful late...the sun was just setting, it painted a nice orange light on the sky, mixed with hints of purple and pink before fading to its final dark blue. Studying the sky he noticed the moon was a nice shade of orange, orange? that was odd...it must just be the sunset though! It would surely go away as the night wore on. Moving his hand he grabbed a shiny gold candleholder from right next to the window. Tilting it to look at the nearly all melted candle, useless, he quickly tossed the thing out the window and moved across the hardwood floor to reach onto his bookshelf where a small supply of candlewax was held.

Quickly grabbing one and placing it on the candleholder he glanced at his supply...hm, he would need to go out and get more later...or tomorrow. Something was pounding in the back of his head not to go out tonight...Some sense that something was off. Shaking his head from his thoughts he walked back over to the windowseel, placing the candle on it tentatively he quickly lit it. Smiling down at his work he looked out at the few tree's that surrounded a few houses nearby.

life

life was such an odd thing

wyngrew go through constant pain and misery but they keep going...why?

no matter how horrible they feel they keep breathing.

of course one could say they could stop that, but thats up for debate.

Why dont wyngrew just...stop if they feel something bad, why must they suffer the - intolerable to some gro - 'emotions' that all feel.

Do some wyngrew not feel emotions? Do they really exist? or do they just refuse to acknowledge the feelings they get.

If they REALLY do exist...how? how does it feel? to feel nothing? nothing at all.

Does it feel wonderful? But one could say it cannot feel wonderful if they do not feel, so they is it unending pain? the pain of feeling nothing?

But they cannot FEEL emotions. So is it just unending...nothingness? What does nothingness feel like?

Again that uneasy feeling crept up his shell and to his brain...

*Snap*

A swift inhale in reaction to the sound of a twig snapping came from Flint as he lifted his head, heartbeat racing he looked around for the source of the noise. Seeing nothing but a shift of white in the bushes far off, white? was that another wyngro? Alarms in his head started to go off as he tried to figure out what it could be, maybe an animal? it was sureply something harmless, right? RIGHT?

What if it was a spite! No no it couldn't be a spite, every time something happened his mind always came to the conclusion that it was a spite, he needed to stop thinking of spites! There we NO spites in town! the nova tree always protected them! glancing quickly at the nova tree, seeing its calm, serene look calmed Flint. Huffing in annoyance at his attitude towards every sound he heard he turned back into his room, but before doing so...just to make sure...he quietly closed the window.

With a shaky breath he sat for a long second, after a bit he decided maybe making tea would help him cool down. He opened his door carefully and walked down the hall to the kitchen, looking towards the couch he saw his sister doodling on paper, what was she drawing? no- it wasn't his bisness, looking in the other direction he found the boiling pot and placed it on the cooking counter. Leaning up the grab the tea from the cubburts and setting it down he silently cursed himself for not bringing a pan of water inside earlier, He didn't mind going outside to grab it from the container- it was only by the side of the house...But something still didn't settle in his stomach about it.

Knocking the breath out of him he was startled to hear his sister suddenly speak next to him loudly "Need some water bro?". Grabbing onto the counter for support he let out a wheeze as he calmed down. "Oh, sorry!" She said much quieter this time, placing her paw in his shoulder. "I'll go get some water from the bucket" She said before he nodded in agreement, She then grabbed a smaller bucket and walking out the door. Sighing he sat and waited for Lin to return. Falling back into thought...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Panic was induced into Flint as he heard an earthshattering scream! Jumping up from his position he ran out into the middle of the living room and looked around quickly disdaining his surroundings. Was that Lin? Ohno ohno... where was she? wait! she was outside! Scurrying to the door he rushed out and turned the corner to where Lin was heading, stepping in some wat stuff he looked down...Water? Looking up he noticed the water container was tipped over, so was the smaller water bucket! looking up worriedly he saw Lin backed up against the wall and a...a...

Spite

Not just any spite

A Kindrin...

Its tall body shadowed over Lin's, its sleek arms positioned themselves up...It was ready to grab...

Was it going to hurt Lin? KILL LIN?

Before it could even comprehend what happened Flint jumped in to protect his sister...at all costs...

*Slice*

There was more yelling...Lin yelling?

Wait was that...Bright...fire? Fire?

His vision was blurry as he snapped his eyes shut, being far to panicked to open them.

Immobilized in fear he listened to the yells of hi sister- wait...what wasn't his sister? Was there another wyngro?

"MOVE!" He heard lin scream as the shrieks of A blood thirsty spite flew through the air. The grass scraped his legs as he feel to the ground in confusion, Taking a chance to open his eyes he only saw bursts of blurry flame fly through the air. Everything was tinted a slight red as the blood from his wound- wait...His wound! He was hurt! Moving his claw instinctively to his eye- only to be met with a agonizingly painful sting.

Shutting his eyes tight again he felt his sister push him towards the house, opening his left eye to see where he was going as she led him up the stairs of their porch and into the house...(1,303 Words)

To Be Continued...

~

Next: ???

~

5/906
~
the characters are Flint & Lin

Flint belongs to Me

Lin belongs to Brisle

Wyngro belongs to @/Nestly
Critiques ALWAYS open!
Want art like this? Check out my requests! fav.me/dbo18p6

~

Join My Discord Server! discord.gg/tSGz8kR

~
This is MY art DO NOT copy , trace , steal , repost ect without my permission!