[~Finchly]

Name: Nyx
Gender: female

Ever since Nyx could remember her wings had caused problems. She had a difference that set her apart and made her special but also made her wanted by those succumbing to greed.
People pursued her, wanting her like a prize possession, and Nyx learned quickly not to trust others.
She had been alone her entire life, not knowing where she came from and only having herself to rely on, anyone else usually meant danger.

Until she met people as different as her.

In the kingdom Nyx lived in those who were special or who could do things others couldn't were either locked up or kept for show. So when she finally encountered people like her, who didn't fit in, Nyx didn't know how to react.

One day Nyx encountered a troupe of possible bandits who had moved into her neck of the woods. The group found her snooping around and offered to take her to their camp. She protested at first fearing they wanted to steal her away and sell her or something for her wings. But when she realized they were the same as her, misfits in society, and meant no harm, she hesitantly accepted.

That encounter changed her life. After getting to know them better the troupe took her in. None of them had wings like Nyx, but they were the same as her, outcasts in society. Some had special magic skills that were forbidden in the kingdom and others were runaways from previously suffocating lives. All of them were hiding from the law.
The group was a well known gang of thieves and mercenaries. However the crimes they committed were all for survival never cruelty. Nyx learned a lot from them about morals. They never stole from the less fortunate and never harmed innocents. They had a code of honor that they lived by and trusted one another.
It was a community and family Nyx had never before imagined being apart of, but she was welcomed with open arms.

Nyx no longer had to live in fear because of her wings since her gang members were sure to come to her aid. And she no longer had to survive alone, she had people who cared for her. She learned how to better fight and steal to get by.
Her gang praised her abilities as she was already well adapted to survival and took quickly to everything she learned.
Her wings also gave her an advantage. She could use them to distract in a fight or to get away quickly.
Her wings became something to be proud of. No longer was she in fear because of them. Nyx realized that she had been resenting her wings since they were the source of most her problems and she was now able to accept them as an advantage rather than a hindrance.
Also her gang encouraged her to celebrate her differences and what made her special since that's what brought them all together.


After being with her new family for awhile Nyx wanted to do more to help them out. They had supported her when she had no one and accepted her as she is.
Nyx wanted to help them on the missions they did to get money and food and now she was capable enough.
So she began going with some of her gang members on their errands, that could be stealing money and goods from wealthy towns or sneaking around to find information to keep the law off their backs, all dangerous stuff.
Nyx tried to be as useful as possible, but was finding it difficult to be helpful in stealthier missions that required her not to bring attention to herself.
Nyx's wings were a dead give away. They are bright red and sometimes twitch without warning or need to be ruffled and potentially drop feathers.
All not very good when you don't want to be seen.
Nyx became frustrated that the very things that she tried to gain an advantage from hindered her progress yet again.
She was reminded of her earlier years of life when her wings caused her nothing but fear. Now once again she began to resent them, her inability to control them costed her and her gang some stealthier missions.

However her troupe was never upset with her. They instead encouraged her to think of other solutions and not give up on something that made her so unique.
Again they were there to support her and remind her that her wings are a powerful and wonderful part of her.

One of her gang members in particular was able to help her find a solution. They had been a dancer for most of their life, joining the troupe after the traveling theatre they were in collapsed.
They helped Nyx learn to control her wings by moving with them instead of fighting against them. Teaching her how to dance with them, a skill that greatly improved her ability to control them.
These dance lessons helped Nyx better understand her wings as an extension of herself and she began to move them with a grace she didn't have before.
It became the first time Nyx truly thought her wings were beautiful.
The red color had bothered her due to it being a giveaway of her presence but now she moved her bright red wings with a new purpose. Dancing with them she wanted them to be seen.

Once she had mastered control she tried a new tactic. Speed. If she was too fast for anyone to see then what did it matter the color of her wings.
Her wings already gave her a speed advantage over others and Nyx began honing that ability to a T using her dancing skills to help her maneuver her wings and body more agilely.

Once she had finally master it, Nyx began helping out on missions again. She no longer hindered their efforts and instead used her skills to accomplish trickier tasks.

Her wings were once again a cause for praise and she even became well known by places she robbed, earning the nicknamed the crimson flash.

Nyx's wings were a constant cause for struggle and pain. They made her life difficult because they made her different. But they also gave her unique skills and made her special. Loving them was not always easy, but with the right support Nyx was able to overcome any issues she had with her wings.
People still stare at her in awe with greedy faces, but she no longer fears their looks. She has a family who will fight for her and even so now knows how to handle herself, wings and all.

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[ThatPinkThing]

ThatPinkThing || Cardinal || male || 16 years old || escapee || wild west setting || featuring Sawyer Hill* || 2017 words

*Sawyer is in his mid twenties when this takes place, as opposed to the age of 32 listed on his page!

Acrobatics and aerial performance. That's what Cardinal was born for according to the circus owners. He was bought as a kit from God knows who and raised on the road by trapeze artists and strongmen. From the time his wings were strong enough to support him, he was pushed to do better, act faster. Life as a performer was cause for jealousy, and Cardinal had been told many times by others that he was lucky to be able to fly. He smiled and accepted the praises and comments graciously, but at the end of the night when all the spectators had gone home, Cardinal sat in his caravan and let his wings fall.

As usual, the click of the external lock confirmed that he would be stuck in his trailer for the night.

He was constantly training to perform more and more dangerous stunts, hardly ever being allowed a break. Everything ached, but his wings and shoulders most of all. Cardinal flopped down on his bed, letting his wide wings knock against the posters on his wall. Several posters were ripped from constantly getting battered, and on this particular night, one poster came loose and fluttered to the ground. Cardinal turned his head to watch it fall. It was an image of a singer he liked, but he didn't bother to tack it back up after it fell. He lay on his stomach for a long while before he shoved himself up and went to get in the trailer's bath.

The hot water was a treat he had grown used to. After a long day at work, he loved the feeling of the water in his fur. He untied his hair and spent ages scrubbing and combing it. He cared greatly for his appearance not just because he was made to, but also because when he looked in the mirror, it was nice to think the kal looking back at him was handsome.

Cardinal bundled up in his blankets after his shower, his long wet hair wrapped in an extra large towel. He fell asleep fairly quickly and stayed asleep until he heard the click of the key in his caravan's lock the next morning.

As usual, Cardinal went about his routine. He ate, stretched, ran through rehearsal, and then headed to get ready for the official shows. A couple of the trapeze artists braided his long hair tightly as he made the markings in his fur more defined with makeup. He looked in the mirror and deemed himself suitable for the two shows to come. They ran like usual, but during the first show, Cardinal noticed an odd character in the front row.

Striking gold eyes reminded him of his own, and this kalon's face was also made distinctive by an 'X' shaped marking across the center of his face. Cardinal noticed him because, for the entirety of the show, the strange kalon's eyes were on him. His eyes weren't filled with fascination like Cardinal was used to, though. This man looked almost... angry. Cardinal shook it off as jealousy and continued his flips and twirls, his vibrant red feathers shimmering in the bright circus lights.

After the second show, it was business as usual. Cardinal ate dinner around the fire with the other circus members before dismissing himself to his caravan, where he waited for the tell-tale click of the ringmaster's key. He was only resting for about a half hour before the lock was fastened, shutting Cardinal in for the night. He bathed and went to bed, wings falling over the sides of his mattress.

He woke like usual to the click of the lock coming off his door, but when Cardinal opened his eyes, he found himself in the dark. Daylight didn't yet fall through his windows. He scowled and pushed himself up, looking at the door. The ringmaster didn't ever unlock the door in the night... He flinched when the door opened slowly.

In came a large figure, and the door was shut once more. The stranger looked up at Cardinal from where he crouched, his golden eyes meeting Cardinal's. Cardinal's ears went flat.

"You," he said, recognizing the intruder as the kalon who watched his show earlier. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?"

"Sawyer Hill. You want out?" The kalon was older than him, a young adult with a growly voice and dusty fur at the end of his long tail. Clearly a rogue type. Perhaps he was sent to kidnap Cardinal and hold him for ransom.

"Excuse me?" Cardinal hissed. Sawyer sighed.

"I heard rumors some circus troop was keeping a kid locked up to perform. Didn't think it was right. Decided to check it out." Sawyer said it as if it was obvious. His tone was sincere.

Cardinal blinked, brow furrowed deeply. "You... just go around breaking into places to see if rumors are true?"

"I haven't heard it that bluntly before, but I guess that's it, yeah." Sawyer's left ear flicked and he chuckled a little. Cardinal wasn't sure if he should be scared or amused. This guy was crazy, but he seemed to have a good heart. Sawyer sighed. "Look, kid, I just wanted to see if you're okay. If they're keeping you here against your will, I can help. I got in, I can get you out. But if you're fine, I'll be on my way."

Cardinal fell silent. He had never thought seriously about running. He knew people would come for him. He knew he wouldn't fit in with the general population, not with his wings. He only knew circus life, he didn't know how to survive on his own. He'd resigned to being stuck here forever. His constantly-sore body and bored mind were just facts of life he had accepted. But here was a man in front of him in the middle of the night, offering him a way out. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't even begin to imagine a life outside the circus.

"Where would I go?"

"I don't know, but I wouldn't just dump you, kid. I know my way around the wild west, and I've got friends in good places." Sawyer gestured as he spoke, and Cardinal noticed that he was missing two digits on a front paw. The injury startled Cardinal.

"What happened?"

"Hm? Oh, just an accident," Sawyer held his paw out, allowing Cardinal to come closer and inspect the scars. Cardinal looked his paw over and was silent for a long while before he replied. Something bad had happened to Sawyer, but he was okay. It hadn't ended his world. If this guy could face something scary and be okay, Cardinal thought that perhaps he could try being brave too.

"Okay. I want out. Truth is, I've never... tried to leave. I didn't think I could. But if there's something beyond just training day in and day out for the rest of my life... I guess it would be nice to see it," Cardinal said, steeling his nerves.

"You got guts, kid," Sawyer said approvingly, grinning. He nodded and opened the door. "Alright, wings in tight, stealth is gonna be your friend in the dark."

The two slipped away into the night, the circus tents and caravans beyond the horizon by the time the sun started to rise. Sawyer rode a grey dappled horse called Achilles, and Cardinal rode with him for a while before, once away from the circus, the winged kalon decided to fly. He'd never flown distances before, but the glorious feeling of the wind in his fur as he glided dreamily, high above Sawyer and Achilles was unmatched. He laughed a bit at first at how widely the world stretched before him. He'd felt this free before, but had always awoken to the click of a key. Now he didn't have to wake up.

The pair traveled constantly for days, wanting to put as much distance between Cardinal and the circus as possible. Cardinal wore a cloak to hide his wings. Rumors had already started to spread that the ringmaster's prized show piece had gone missing. Cardinal went quiet when he heard the whispers, not knowing if he'd made the right decision in running away, but Sawyer never let his gloom stay for long.

"Get the lantern oil," he'd order. Or, "Fill up the canteens, we're moving out soon." He made Cardinal feel useful, even with simple tasks.

It was during a stop in a small town that Sawyer eyed the shadows warily. He hesitated before he whistled for Cardinal to come over.

"What's up?" Cardinal asked, looking around.

"We're found." No sooner had Sawyer warned him did Cardinal notice the mercenaries in the alleyways. His wings twitched anxiously under his cloak, and Sawyer swore under his breath. The men moved quickly, too quick for the pair to reach Achilles at the other end of town. "Get up, head south. Meet me at the fish-shaped lake." Sawyer snatched the cloak and freed Cardinal's wings. "Go!"

Cardinal spread his wings and leapt up, ascending as quickly as possible. He yelped as the mercenaries fired at him and Sawyer, who was slipping away through the alleys. South, head south. Fish-shaped lake, Cardinal reminded himself. He flew up as high as he could and headed south.

The lake was easy enough to find from the air. Between the lake and the town, though, was a ravine. It would be difficult to cross if you were unfamiliar with the area and where the trails were. Sawyer had bought some time by putting an obstacle in the way of their pursuers.

Cardinal landed at the edge of the lake, trembling nervously. He waited in the shade of the trees, looking at his reflection in the water. His long hair was tied in a braid, looser than when he performed. Stray hairs fell in his face. His paws and tail were fairly dusty. He didn't look like the handsome performer he was used to seeing, but something looked almost better. Cardinal was happier like this, he realized. He didn't want to lose his freedom. He hoped Sawyer could shake those guys.

Sure enough, Sawyer appeared a short while later with Achilles. The cowboy greeted the kid with a grin. "Come on," he said as he trotted past. "We gotta keep moving." Sawyer went to hop off Achilles, and as he did so, a lasso came out of nowhere and spooked the horse rather than catch it. Achilles bolted into the trees and Sawyer turned to face where the rope had come from. One of the mercenaries had managed to follow them, and was looming at the tree line. Sawyer shouted for Cardinal to fly again.

"But-"

"You want to spend the rest of your life in a tent-shaped cage or not? Go!"

Cardinal flinched when Sawyer yelled at him, but he staggered a few steps back before he turned to sprint. With their pursuers this close, Cardinal was feeling like perhaps he'd never stop running. He took off and disappeared over the tree tops, leaving Sawyer to face the mercenary alone.

Cardinal flew a few hundred yards before he couldn't fight the truth anymore. The only way they were going to outrun these guys was if all paws were on deck. He couldn't rely on Sawyer to get them out. Cardinal grit his teeth and veered sharply back toward the lake.

He found Sawyer in a fistfight with the mercenary. The stranger was entirely focussed on Sawyer and failed to notice Cardinal's return. The kinged kal grit his teeth. Now or never, he told himself as he shouted angrily.



"Hey! Leave him alone!" The mercenary looked up, but he was too late. Cardinal grabbed him by the back of his shirt and kept going, dragging the guy out into the lake. He let him go to swim back to shore a ways out, then headed back towards Sawyer. "Go get Achilles! We're out of here!"

Sawyer grinned widely, proud that the young man had decided to stand his ground. "You got it, kid!"

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Marking for sure <3

[altiora]

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[S-S-Sweets]

Ah man,, mark,,

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Era, female | ft, Zatira | 2491 words (2k + extra)

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A gust of wind cleared an area of all its leaves, scattered into the sky around Era as she soared higher until she blocked the sun and cast a large shadow onto the ground. She lingered there, allowing the orange light to interact with her red feathers and create a vibrant silhouette on the grass, before diving until she was close enough to be audible. "The good people of Halycon!" She declared, hovering above the imaginary crowd. "See my flame-red wings, and heed my words! I am a child of the king, firstborn and rightful heir to the throne. Yet my mother was a commoner, and she was abandoned before my birth. His Majesty cares little for the lower classes, as you all have no doubt experienced, but not today! Today we fight! Come rally behind the new Queen!" Era shot back up and spread her wings wide over where the audience would be, and paused again for effect before darting away. Her part was done, and other resistance members mingled in the crowd would begin instructing the commoners as to how they can help overthrow the king.

With her practice speech done, she landed lightly onto the ground, throwing a smile at her mentor, Zatira, observing nearby. "How was I?"
"Theatrical, as you should be. Good work keeping up the energy." He approached, holding out a bottle of water. On the actual day she would be flying to many districts, presenting the same speech and display again and again. It had to be in one day; she would not go unnoticed by the few soldiers that were present in each area, and information would trickle up until they found themselves facing the full force of the Imperial Army. Farmers and craftsmen were no match against men with technological weapons beyond belief. But it would never come down to a physical conflict, not if everything went well. And Era would do everything in her power to make it work.
"I do still think a less formal tone would be better." Zatira commented, gesturing at the pretend crowd. "Remember, we're not talking to nobles here."
"And I still think being formal helps reinforce that I'm a member of the royal family. They'd be too shocked at my wings to pay close attention to what I say anyway, so its' the tone that counts, and that last rallying cry."
"They don't need reinforcement when its obvious you're of royal blood. And if they aren't paying attention, you can change the words." He persisted, waving a hand at her wings.
Era shrugged, unconvinced. Yes, her feathers would be proof of her lineage as only the royal family had wings. And the content of her speech wasn't so important. But she won't change it just to add softer words. It was all in the mood, she believed, and her goal was to command their attention. A formal tone, one fitting of a queen, would catch anyone's ear. Simple, everyday words would not do.
"You know I value your feedback, Zatira, but we'll have to agree to disagree on this one." Era finished the bottle and returned it, before tilting her head towards the forest behind them. "I'll continue to build up my endurance for the next few hours. See you then."

Without waiting for a response, Era took off, soaring away from the small field they practiced public speaking in, and flying towards the heart of the forest. The city of Halycon was large, and if she was to visit all the major districts in a day, she needed to build muscle. The only place she could fly without anyone noticing her and her wings was here in the forest, far from the main city. The entire resistance base was situated by the woods for this reason, so that she could practice aerial tricks and loud announcements. Actually, Era wouldn't be too egotistical to say that the entire resistance was built around her. If she did not have wings, then she wasn't a child of the royal family, and then any opposing movement had no leg to stand on. The common people, however weakly educated, were not dumb. They would never follow a plan unless there was certain hope of victory, as defeat would mean severe punishment. My wings represent that certain hope. The fire in their hearts is the fire in my feathers. Era grinned at the thought, knowing if Zatira heard even a whisper of this self-aggrandizing praise, he would end it immediately. But she was alone with her thoughts, and as the soul of the resistance, she felt like she deserved to boast a little. Every member put in enormous amounts of effort to get the ball rolling, but she was the cornerstone, the spearhead. They needed her.

A large fallen tree caught her attention, and she spiraled closer, curious. It was hard to tell why the oak tree fell without landing and investigating properly, but with its expansive branches gone, it created small gap in the sea of leaves. Already disinterested, she angled upwards, ready to leave, before doing a sudden double-take. Were those grey bricks? Ignoring the Zatira in her head telling her it was a waste of time, she landed, careful to not let her wings catch on any of the branches or snapped wood.

An aged building sat before her, tucked tightly inside a ring of old trees. Branches reached over the building, and the numerous leaves rendered the construction invisible from above. The fallen oak was one member of the ring hiding it, though in falling it had broken one corner, scattering mossy stone across the forest floor. What had she found?

Excited, Era jumped closer. The 'windows' were small holes high up on the walls, made more for air circulation than for any view of the outside. A great steel door sat in the center, its surface lacking handles. Era glanced around the sides of the building, thinking to circle it first before entering, but flora had grown very close to the walls, the small branches perfectly placed to pull feathers out. Any threat to her wings was an instant no. They were mere weeks away from the day she would announce her presence, and she wanted her wings perfect. With no way through the front door, and no ability to observe the full building first, Era entered through the broken corner. Leaving was another option, but one she did not consider. It was a solid, foreboding structure in the woods, far from human life. Who wouldn't be curious?

She coughed as the darkness of the interior enveloped her, filled with aged dust. The only light came from behind her, and even then that light was filtered through the heavy canopy. From what she could see, the room had numerous desks and chairs, though the tables were bare. Whoever was here left with everything that wasn't bulky. The steel door shone dully in the weak light, though unlike the front, it had a handle. So the front door could only be opened from the inside?

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed a hallway leading deeper into the building, and ventured in, walking carefully to avoid tripping. Era thought the hallway would just lead to more rooms at the back, but it instead sloped down, ending in pitch black. She glanced back at the dappled sunlight from the broken wall. Could she find this place again? Maybe. She wasn't afraid of the dark or the unknown, but this tunnel...it gave off a feeling she didn't enjoy.

She shook herself, before walking down the hallway with a flair of confidence. She would have to face more challenges than a random building when she becomes Queen, and she could tell Zatira this was her building up mental fortitude for the future. The only threat here was her mind.

The corridor was long, and whenever Era felt her bravado balk, she pressed on with twice the determination. If she was going to do something, she'll finish it. What was a dark passage to her enemy, the King? Era walked faster, taking her hand that had been trailing along the wall away from it. The whole place was cleared out, and the chance of tripping was small. Dragging a hand also disturbed the grime stuck to the stone, and she was certain her wings were grey at this point from all the dust her feathers collected. That was another surprise, that the stone walls continued this far down. Digging a tunnel and lining it with stone...what was this place?

The floor suddenly leveled out, and she stopped at the sudden appearance of a door. She felt around the surface, wondering if there was a handle, and her hand brushed past something. An automated voice spoke, and she jumped, nearly falling in surprise.

"Handprint not recognized." Era didn't move, her mind too busy with thinking a hundred things at once. But first and foremost, technology? And electricity? How was this powered in the middle of the forest? All technology was reserved for the inner circle within Halycon, the outside districts left with nothing but the farming tools of a thousand years ago.

Era pressed her hand again to what she believed was the reader, and again the machine told her she wasn't recognized. No, she wasn't dreaming. Both more apprehensive and inquisitive, she stepped back, wondering how she might bypass this door. Something very important was behind it, she knew now. Important enough to build something far from civilization, to need steel doors and handprint readers. But how can she get pass this?

She tried the scanner a third time, hoping whoever made this also added a second option to get in. And to her happiness, there was. "Handprint not recognized. Please state your name and the password." Well, not that this second option was that much better. But she could at least try saying names she knew.
"Era Alvarez." A negative beep, though that wasn't a surprise. "Emperor Oberon Alvarez. Oberon Alvarez. Ephraim Alvarez. Lynette Alvarez. Galahad Alvarez." All negative. It was dawning on her that she didn't know that many names. Besides the royal family and the people at the resistance, who else was there? She tried to think of high-ranking officials, but she never cared to remember their names, thinking that they would all be gone when she becomes Queen. Who else? She didn't want to go back now.
"Zatira Vyckos?" She tried, throwing out the first name that came to mind. A pause, and then--
"Please state the password." Era froze, her eyes wide as she stared uncomprehendingly at the door. Zatira worked here? The same Zatira she was just arguing with? But he said he was just a painter before he joined the resistance. He said he was experienced with caring for children because he had many siblings, so he was appointed to look after Era. He said he would love nothing more than to see what technology the inner families had. Hesaidhesaidhesaid--
"Please state the password."
Era looked up at the door, suddenly feeling more tired than if she had flown the entire afternoon. So he had secrets then. That's fine. He didn't have to tell her. But now there was no way she can leave and return later, no way she can pretend like she didn't just learn that her mentor had been lying about his past. She was going to see this through, even if it meant uncovering more deceit.
"Resistance." She tried. "Oberon. Down to Oberon. Halycon. Fall of Halycon." All negative. Era sank to the floor, dirtying her wings being the last priority on her mind, and tried to kick her brain back into gear. So Zatira was working here, in such an advanced place. Was he working for the king then, or was this place built for the resistance? If he was working for the king, she had no ideas then as to what this password could be. But if it were for their movement, then what was important? What was valuable enough to deserve a bunker, and Zatira's lies? A thought struck her, and almost fearfully, she spoke.
"Era."
"Welcome Dr. Vyckos. The current state of the Era Project is...Complete. Is there anything I can help you with?" The door clicked, now unlocked. So not only was the handprint scanner automated, but there appeared to be an electronic assistant too. Era continued to sit there, both surprised and unsurprised. She even thought of it herself; she was the soul of the resistance. If this building was made for the resistance, then it was for something very important to the resistance. And that was her. As for what 'project' meant...

She pushed herself up from the floor, quietly dusting herself off, before slowly opening the door. Lights turned on, and she closed her eyes, the sudden brightness too much for her. As she waited for her eyes to adjust, she decided to try using the assistant.
"Tell me the previous state."
"The previous state of the Era Project is...Wings a success, final monitoring." Era clenched her teeth. A success? Monitoring?
"Tell me the last five states."
"The last five states, in chronological order: Embryo stabilized. Waiting for wing growth. Wings present, check structure. Wings a success, final monitoring. Complete." Her whole body was trembling, unable to believe what she was hearing. Embyro, checking structure, monitoring...was her wings...were they made? Was she made? A genetic creation, in this lab, by Zatira? No, no, she had to check, one more time.
"Tell me the goal of the project."
"The mission statement of the Era Project is to create a winged heir and usurp the King. The ends justify the means."

A sobbing gasp exited her mouth, and she turned and ran, not bothered to search whatever was in that horrid room. She didn't need to, it was said right there: Create a winged heir. Did everyone know this? Were people laughing behind her back every time she flaunted her wings, every time she said she was born of the king? Her wings were a lie. Her past was a lie. Zatira must be in fits of joy every time she practiced her speech about being a queen, every time he comforted her by saying the resistance would be nowhere without her. Her life, based around these brilliant red feathers, based around having royal blood...

Era burst into the fading sunlight, stumbling towards the fallen oak and collapsing upon it, crying. Maybe the ends justify the means. Maybe her role was still the same, regardless of where her wings came from. But they didn't have to lie to her about it. She would have been fine. She wouldn't have minded being fake. The goal was so much bigger than her. The ends did justify the means. Artificial or not, she would still help.

They just didn't have to lie about it.

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[Cheeb]

marking!! both these guys are so cute,,, idk if i have time to enter but i'm excited to read through some entries! |''D