it is spooky season! my favorite time! and so, of course, here's a spooky 'raptor. don't ask what that green stuff on the bandage is. maybe it's ectoplasm?
for this competition, tell me a scary story from the 'raptor's point of view. it doesn't have to be something that really happened to them, but it can be.
END DATE - october 31st
the winner is Slifer The SkyNoodle!
for this competition, tell me a scary story from the 'raptor's point of view. it doesn't have to be something that really happened to them, but it can be.
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END DATE - october 31st
the winner is Slifer The SkyNoodle!
Slifer The SkyNoodle wrote:username: Slifer The SkyNoodle
name: Kostra
sex: male
story: He remembers having no name. He remembers the cold fear that had encased his spine for years, watching behind dense glass walls to the figures beyond. He remembers the 'sacrifices' the odd featherless individuals started to take out from their small enclosure. The way they would place his family in intricate circles marked with runes, and then kill them in that circle. The way those runes would light up from a neutral blue to a crimson red. It would only last a second, until the circle dimmed and became dormant. It wasn't until they had placed five of them in their, himself included. The other four went down first, protecting him since he was the youngest and most frail. He remembers the circle lighting up too bright, the ground rumbling, the sound of the humans screeching as some sort of supernatural presence was drawn forward, and pushed onto the only living thing; Kostra himself. He remembers the agony, the all-consuming ice that filled his being as another entity was shoved into his subconscious. Electric-like colors patterned themselves onto his once white plumage. It turned inky and dark, and those electric patterns formed something to the likeness of bones. He remembers his rage, and a rage that was not his own. He remembers exiting the circle, and the bloodpainhunger that struck through him as fast as his claws struck through soft flesh. In the aftermath, the single Wyoraptor stood alone. He was no longer just Kostra. He was now more.