- Username: Glomp
Name: Mercutio "Mercy"
Gender: Male
What's their story? Where did they come from, and what's the mysterious orb all about?:
These wings.. were they a blessing or a curse?
Once upon a time, a young jingle was born with a mutation, one of which caused distrust in the colony. They didn't like change or difference, for these things often were accompanied with death, discomfort.. and so his mother was quick harness a plan, she stole a bit of cloth and readied it over his wings, to put those at ease.
Had it worked? Perhaps.. he was allowed to stay anyhow, but as he grew, he felt out of place, and rather unloved.. Told never to try his wings, he dealt with this from his parents, and from those his age, there came teasing. Granted, not all were malicious, but they stung, and he took to hiding away..
As he grew older still, he begin to look towards the sky. He grew jealous of the birds, of the bugs. How dare they belong, how dare they get to use their wings, and he had to hide them away. Colder and colder, his heart turned to ice, jaded to life. Soon he began to act out of line, what would they do to him that they hadn't already?
And then the thought crossed his mind, he would fly. He was rather hesitant, it was forbidden by his own mother.. but soon the thought left him, what had she done for him? He didn't care, and he would do what he pleased.
Still, he hide in night, practiced where none could see him. Though he had not thought of someone hearing him, and so it happened, his bells betrayed him. For their crime against him, he discarded the traitors, swearing to never wear another bell.
Upon reporting him to the colony, they brought him on a trial. They were growing tired of his misdeeds, and this was the icing on the cake. His mother cried out for him, begging for a second chance for her son, so they humored it. If he was to cut off his wings, they would let him stay, but otherwise he was to leave and never come back.
Laughing bitterly, he cursed them, what had they ever done for him to make such a sacrifice? Choosing the latter, he left, making his way from the house and towards the forest beyond.
At first, it was terrifying, no one would go into these woods, his former colony had said it was certain death, and it would have been had he not have been so stubborn. Without the safety of a home, he was battered but never beaten, soon he learned the ropes, and with a bit of luck, he survived, no, flourished.
Soon the forest was his domain, taking for himself an old squirrel's nest, life was good now, and his wings strong. But the lack of something in his life troubled him, perhaps it was friends and family, but he was quick to blame it on the fact he had nothing to adorn himself with, no bells, no scarfs..
Though he couldn't return to where they kept such things, pennies and pocket watches hid themselves in the one place he wasn't allowed. And so, he looked for something of equal value.
At first, he wished to trapped the still water and take it, such was it's beauty. However, it was impossible to catch, for as soon as it was touched, it would ripple, it's beauty disappeared, and soon he found that it was but an illusion..
So looking up, he decided he would use his wings, flying high he would take the moon, for it's beauty surpassed even the waters. But alas, many had tried that very same thing, as he flew with moths he soon had to return to land, even his strength couldn't take him to it's wonderful shine.
It angered him terribly, had everything in nature decided to mock him?
It wasn't the end, for soon he was obsessed with making the moon his own. From pushing himself to gain wing strength to trying to trick it to come him, it became a full time job. Often he would go without sleep or food, for these slowed him down and he wished to gain it as quickly as possible.
As he lost strength and perhaps sanity, he was still no closer to his goal. And as he laid in fever, he cursed the moon herself, how dare it trick him into this chase.
Staring out his hole, he almost missed a streak of light hurling to the ground below him. ..What was it? Had the moon finally came down from her perch?
Pushing himself, he found his way back to ground. Limping in his fevered state, it seemed to take forever to find it again, but once he did, he was in awe. It was truly beautiful, even more so then the moon, the water.. even bells. A hazy smile crossed his face, bending to pick it up, he collapsed. For the first time in his life, he was content.
Closing his eyes, he gave himself up to the night.
Though it wasn't the end for him. As he awoke, he found he no longer was weak, his fever had left him. The strength he had possessed returned, and even more. Checking over himself, he now had a little sparkle to his paws and wings, as well as the amazing jewel attached itself to his tail, where his bell once laid.
So with this, he adorned himself happily. He didn't feel alone anymore, as a feeling of companionship fell over him. He started to feel he should do certain things, things to protect the forest, and so he did. His new obsession was his forest, and those who crept into it found themselves at his mercy, which he had little of.
So no, his wings were neither a blessing or a curse, they were his salvation, his freedom.