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How many wynglings had to die?
Young ones who just days before were frolicking and playing, taken so quickly by the cruel grasp of the accursed plague.
The deelagun had seemed like a nightmare, but they were all so sure the nightmare would come to an end with its defeat... how wrong they all were... The black of it's blood staining the faces of innocent little tots, wynglings who had no paw or claw in anything that happened yet still were being forced to pay the price along with everyone else.

Alma's heart lay heavily in her chest. She would do anything if it meant the safety and well being of her charges, each one precious with their lives still laid out before them. There wasn't anything that could be done though, so she was forced to watch as more and more residents of the Nook started to exhibit symptoms of the cruel epidemic. The They would leave for the wards, although who could really tell if that was helping at all, no rhyme or reason could be seen to how the plague was spreading at this point. Some were even coming out of their eggs already infected... How many more tears could be shed though? Surely they must run dry at some point. Hope was very hard to find.

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Desdemona.. a name chosen for the pleasant sound of the syllables, the way it rolls off the tongue, sounding dignified and elegant.
Desdemona, a name meaning "Unlucky", "Misery", "Ill-fated One". A name chosen by chance that described its bearer more than anyone could've know. She was a sweet wyngling, quiet by nature but kind, the type to show affection through a gentle touch. The type to crave warm snuggles and reassurance that she too was loved in the midst of all of this craziness. She hatched during the time of the plague, a time of chaos and death that had the whole town of Wynsiph shaken to its core. There wasn't much time for snuggling and coddling every single wyngling in the Nook-- after all, wyngrew were sick and dying, she couldn't expect others to drop everything to cater to her desires.

Making friends was proving to be difficult for the young wyngling as well and loneliness was her sole companion more often than not.
A room with no other occupants, all of the past residents having been claimed by the plague shortly before she hatched, she slept alone, ate alone, and played alone almost every day of her short life so far. She wasn't brave enough to approach others and ask to join them, it seemed as if everyone already had a someone, so why would they need another?

Another day of playing alone-- but wait! Alma was on her way straight towards Desdemona! There was a new wyngling at the Nook who needed a room to stay in. A new wyngling who would be Desdemona's roommate, at least for a little while. She felt a burst of excitement; could she finally have a somebody? Maybe, just maybe, her time of being alone was coming to an end..
Running back to her room, she slowed down only right before entering, not wanting to startle the newcomer.
Another little girl, like herself! Shockingly similar actually... their colors were almost identical, and those eyes-- Unwilling to allow her shyness to ruin her chance at finally making a friend, she gathered what little confidence was possessed within her and spoke.

"I'm Desdemona, what's your name?"

Kairell, her name was Kairell, and it was maybe the prettiest name that Desdemona had ever heard.
There was however one thing that she couldn't ignore any longer and it burst out almost unbidden.

"Are you my sister?!"

Kairell denied it the first time, but Desdemona was sure in her heart that there must be some truth to it.
The other wyngling excused herself to go wash up, and she was careful to keep her excitement contained until Kairell was out of the room, soon bouncing around, full of a sense of joy that she had not ever experienced before during the time she'd been alive. She had a new roommate! A friend! A..... Sister.
She wasn't able to bounce for long though, she felt really tired for some reason...

--

Alma needed to check back and make sure that the new arrival was settling in well. It was one thing to be born at the Nook, but it was always harder when they had a family to start with... Peeking through the doorway however, Kairell was nowhere to be seen.

"Desdemona? Where did your new roommate go?"

The little girl turned towards Alma at the sound of her voice and time stood still for a brief moment.
There, at the corner of her eye... The tell-tale black goo beginning to leak from the wyngling's glands. In a flash she scooped up the tiny bundle, yet another helpless child infected, likely to lose her life before it ever really began.

Alma's heart grew heavier within her chest. No tears came to her eyes however, they must have finally run dry.

"I'm so sorry, little one..."

--

Desdemona's ear nubs perked when she heard Alma's voice and she turned to answer her with a smile on her face-- a smile quickly wiped away with confusion at the sudden flurry of motion.
Startled at first, however melting into Alma's warm, motherly embrace. She had no idea.

"I'm so sorry, little one..."

Sorry? What was she sorry for? Today was a wonderful day!
Then Alma began to carry her away. She called to one of the other adults about another wyngling needing to be taken to the wards.
But who was sick?

She didn't understand.... until suddenly she did, realization slicing through her with icy clarity.

"N-No ,No Alma please, I don't want to go! I'm not sick, I swear!! Please, I don't want to go away!"
The wyngling wailed, her tears mixing with the horrible black substance streaking her round baby cheeks.

"Please Alma!! I don't want to be alone again!"

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Writing this hurt my heart so badly but I can't lose my resolve now QAQ

1010 words

Kairell (mentioned) belongs to Ink-Shira

5/92

Description

How many wynglings had to die?
Young ones who just days before were frolicking and playing, taken so quickly by the cruel grasp of the accursed plague.
The deelagun had seemed like a nightmare, but they were all so sure the nightmare would come to an end with its defeat... how wrong they all were... The black of it's blood staining the faces of innocent little tots, wynglings who had no paw or claw in anything that happened yet still were being forced to pay the price along with everyone else.

Alma's heart lay heavily in her chest. She would do anything if it meant the safety and well being of her charges, each one precious with their lives still laid out before them. There wasn't anything that could be done though, so she was forced to watch as more and more residents of the Nook started to exhibit symptoms of the cruel epidemic. The They would leave for the wards, although who could really tell if that was helping at all, no rhyme or reason could be seen to how the plague was spreading at this point. Some were even coming out of their eggs already infected... How many more tears could be shed though? Surely they must run dry at some point. Hope was very hard to find.

--

Desdemona.. a name chosen for the pleasant sound of the syllables, the way it rolls off the tongue, sounding dignified and elegant.
Desdemona, a name meaning "Unlucky", "Misery", "Ill-fated One". A name chosen by chance that described its bearer more than anyone could've know. She was a sweet wyngling, quiet by nature but kind, the type to show affection through a gentle touch. The type to crave warm snuggles and reassurance that she too was loved in the midst of all of this craziness. She hatched during the time of the plague, a time of chaos and death that had the whole town of Wynsiph shaken to its core. There wasn't much time for snuggling and coddling every single wyngling in the Nook-- after all, wyngrew were sick and dying, she couldn't expect others to drop everything to cater to her desires.

Making friends was proving to be difficult for the young wyngling as well and loneliness was her sole companion more often than not.
A room with no other occupants, all of the past residents having been claimed by the plague shortly before she hatched, she slept alone, ate alone, and played alone almost every day of her short life so far. She wasn't brave enough to approach others and ask to join them, it seemed as if everyone already had a someone, so why would they need another?

Another day of playing alone-- but wait! Alma was on her way straight towards Desdemona! There was a new wyngling at the Nook who needed a room to stay in. A new wyngling who would be Desdemona's roommate, at least for a little while. She felt a burst of excitement; could she finally have a somebody? Maybe, just maybe, her time of being alone was coming to an end..
Running back to her room, she slowed down only right before entering, not wanting to startle the newcomer.
Another little girl, like herself! Shockingly similar actually... their colors were almost identical, and those eyes-- Unwilling to allow her shyness to ruin her chance at finally making a friend, she gathered what little confidence was possessed within her and spoke.

"I'm Desdemona, what's your name?"

Kairell, her name was Kairell, and it was maybe the prettiest name that Desdemona had ever heard.
There was however one thing that she couldn't ignore any longer and it burst out almost unbidden.

"Are you my sister?!"

Kairell denied it the first time, but Desdemona was sure in her heart that there must be some truth to it.
The other wyngling excused herself to go wash up, and she was careful to keep her excitement contained until Kairell was out of the room, soon bouncing around, full of a sense of joy that she had not ever experienced before during the time she'd been alive. She had a new roommate! A friend! A..... Sister.
She wasn't able to bounce for long though, she felt really tired for some reason...

--

Alma needed to check back and make sure that the new arrival was settling in well. It was one thing to be born at the Nook, but it was always harder when they had a family to start with... Peeking through the doorway however, Kairell was nowhere to be seen.

"Desdemona? Where did your new roommate go?"

The little girl turned towards Alma at the sound of her voice and time stood still for a brief moment.
There, at the corner of her eye... The tell-tale black goo beginning to leak from the wyngling's glands. In a flash she scooped up the tiny bundle, yet another helpless child infected, likely to lose her life before it ever really began.

Alma's heart grew heavier within her chest. No tears came to her eyes however, they must have finally run dry.

"I'm so sorry, little one..."

--

Desdemona's ear nubs perked when she heard Alma's voice and she turned to answer her with a smile on her face-- a smile quickly wiped away with confusion at the sudden flurry of motion.
Startled at first, however melting into Alma's warm, motherly embrace. She had no idea.

"I'm so sorry, little one..."

Sorry? What was she sorry for? Today was a wonderful day!
Then Alma began to carry her away. She called to one of the other adults about another wyngling needing to be taken to the wards.
But who was sick?

She didn't understand.... until suddenly she did, realization slicing through her with icy clarity.

"N-No ,No Alma please, I don't want to go! I'm not sick, I swear!! Please, I don't want to go away!"
The wyngling wailed, her tears mixing with the horrible black substance streaking her round baby cheeks.

"Please Alma!! I don't want to be alone again!"

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Writing this hurt my heart so badly but I can't lose my resolve now QAQ

1010 words

Kairell (mentioned) belongs to Ink-Shira

5/92