YEAH I SEE YOU GUYS TRYNA WRITE BOOKS WITHOUT ME
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@Sen uh oh
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Soft grass pressed against his side. A cool breeze gently wafted across his scales. Despite not wanting to leave the comfort of the ground, his eyes cracked open. He blinked once, twice. Colors seemed to jump out at him, sounds roared in his ears. He scrambled to his feet, terrified of all the sensations.
Memories of the Warden and his mission lit up his head. Pain throbbed behind his eyes as he squeezed them shut. Colors were too bright, too much. His mind seemed to shut down as he stared at the grass, practically burning holes through it with his gaze. What… what was this color? He reached out, brushing a talon across the grass. He froze, staring at his arm. It wasn’t his. It couldn’t be! This arm was reptilian and scaled when it was supposed to be feathered with razor sharp talons!
His vision swam as his breath quickened, his talons grabbing at his head. No, he didn’t have talons anymore, these were claws. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears dripping into the dirt. He let himself cry, not caring how much time passed. When his headache subsided and his breathing slowed, he looked up. The colors were still a lot, but not as painful to look at as before. The sun was setting, setting the sky ablaze and turning the forest dark. He sighed in relief as the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon, casting the forest into darkness.
His panic returning, he scrambled to his feet. If the sun had set, then nocturnal predators would soon arrive. He had to find shelter, and fast. He put one foot in front of him, then promptly collapsed as he moved forward. Great, thanks to this new body of his, he’d have to learn how to walk all over again. Deciding walking was too much, he dug one talon into the ground in front of him and dragged himself forward. He dragged himself to a small ledge where an abandoned den lay. He curled up in the den, a glowing crystal casting a gentle orange glow. His eyes closed and he let sleep consume him.
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@ᴇᴍᴀ-sᴋʏᴇ
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@Sen
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@ᴇᴍᴀ-sᴋʏᴇ
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@Sen 😎
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what’s with kristoph all the sudden
he doesn’t seem to act like his usual self
OH GOD WHAT IS THIS BLACK GOOPY STUFF ON THE FLOOR
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@Klavier-Gavin death
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his cell?
there’s no way in hell
i won’t see the light of day
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@Klavier-Gavin you will see the light if u follow the trail
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there
lies the body of my brother
bloodied and battered against the wall and flooring
there comes a figure that looks like him
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@Klavier-Gavin ok honestly your brother died
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was my brother dead?
am i dreaming?
am i in a living nightmare?,
nobody knows.
the figure is staring at me in the most uncanny way
“kristoph?” i say
taking a step closer
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then the figure took one big step towards me
speaking rambunctious things no human being
desired to ever know
i was racked by dismay, fear, panic
i couldnt help it anymore
IT WASN’T A DREAM NOR A NIGHTMARE. -
@Klavier-Gavin said in YEAH I SEE YOU GUYS TRYNA WRITE FARTS AND POOP WITHOUT ME:
IT WASN’T A DREAM NOR A NIGHTMARE.
u died
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@Sen you can join u if you want
i’ll send u the docs
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@Sen holy crap my girlfriends gon be an author
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