by mystoxxiide » Sun Feb 12, 2023 1:24 pm
This little hootlet doesn’t remember much from their childhood. Abandoned by their family after they opened their eyes, their magic was deemed ‘useless’ by their flesh and blood. In a world where one had to fight to survive, the magic of performance wasn’t going to put food in the prey pile. If anything, all that singing and dancing was going to make someone hungrier.
The ball of feathers stumbled along by itself, sniffling and whimpering, wincing at the bright sunlight. But soon the moon came, and the cold night rushed in, and they found themselves missing the sun’s glare and warmth. Exhausted, they finally fell to the ground in the middle of a clearing, a trembling heap of fluff in desperate need of assistance. They slept fitfully, dreaming of predators in the shadows, the forms of their family flying away, abandoning them.
But when they awoke, they found themselves surrounded by blue. Soft blue hair that curled around their form, shielded them from the cold. The sun peeked over the horizon - the hoot had somehow managed to survive the night.
They looked up to find soft turquoise eyes looking back at them. Pink ears pricked, whiskers twitching, the Healing Storkie curled closer around them, swaddling them in her embrace.
“Don’t worry,” She mumbled, her flowing hair a curtain shielding the tiny owl from the outside world. “I’m here now.” 230 words.