A Firefly and the Stars Above
Nov 2, 2020 21:17:14 GMT
Post by Goldenwolfmidna on Nov 2, 2020 21:17:14 GMT
"Res!" The voice is all to familiar to me. A jagged shard of twisted delight stings my mind as she walks over to me. With the perfect NightWing scales and no oddities, Grimmover was perfect for a NightWing. Black scales, starry wings, the standard purple scales running along her back, there was nothing bad about her physical appearance. Save one flaw- she wasn't moonblessed, and she envied the ones who walked with the curse. "Get over here!"
I sigh, then quickly put on a mask of a smile as I stand and walk to the manipulators, shards of fear touching the back of my mind. I know eyes are on me- probably Icy- the name given to the half-IceWing by Grim. I hated the fear they- not just Icy, but everyone- treated me with, but alas. I wanted to help, and Grimmover was the first one I could. "Yeah?" I say quietly, mind prodding her emotions without much effort on my part. She was happy- that was not good. She had a twisted sense of pleasure, and would not hesitate to kill if she had to.
"Her." Grimmover flicked her tail at Icy, whose fear was strong enough I could feel it from here- a sharp pang, quickly gone. "You're going to find her later- she's been saying dreadful things behind your back. And we want to help, help you get back at her for all of those terrible things." A false smile, and a thin veil of mock-concern masked a pleasure that Grim only seemed to find from tormenting those who were less than perfect- read: me.
It was lies, and even though I knew it, I nod. She'd surely change her mind later, see this was all wrong. A small part of me hoped that she would see reason, but I know her. She won't, but I may as well continue living in the delusion longer. "Yeah, of course. But- I do need to be getting to class now. Sorry." A hurried excuse and I dart off, waving my way through the crowd of NightWing students as a bell rings. Moving quickly into the math classroom, I take a seat. Unfortunately for me, Icy is also in this class, and her mind is all I can focus on- mostly because it's a sharp, throbbing fear. And I feel guilt wash over me- I didn't want to hurt her. But- I'd probably be forced into it.
"Resurrection? Did you hear the question?" Mightyjaw asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. The math teacher, while a good teacher, could be a bit blunt at times.
"No, sir. Apologies." I bite my tongue as a few dragons stifle a laugh, the general mood through the room now being amusement. With a roll of his eyes, Mightyjaw repeats the question, and I answer quickly- and correctly, thank the moons. He then continues droning on, repeating the same math I've learned for the past year. I, again, tune out, thinking about all that's happening. I want to help Icy- really. I just don't know what will happen if I do.
I walk out of the school, where Grim waits for me, along with Jaggedwing. A few others are there- manipulated, just like me- and they quickly find and corner Icy, whose terror is beyond clear. It's cold and sharp, and she's huddled in a corner behind the school- the most popular place for me to be, it feels.
"Why, dear, have you been shittalking our dear Resurrection? What has she done?" I flinch- hard- at hearing the pronoun. I don't mind it as much as I'd mind he, but they/them are preferred, and Grim knows this. Icy mutters something quietly, and fear spikes again in her mind- and by extension, mine. "What was that, half-blood?" Grim spits the word like a curse, and this only pushes Icy further into the corner.
"I- I haven't said anything." She says after a moment, voice shaking. She's curled into the smallest mass possible, afraid that she's going to be abused almost.
"Well, dear. I beg to differ. Res, you want revenge for this, right?" Grim turns away from the terrified dragonet to me, eyes cold with a hunger in them- she wants me to say yes, wants me to give her permission to hurt this dragon. And something in me snaps, something will not allow that.
"No." I say, more quietly than I would have liked. Confusion from Grimmover and her other manipulated dragons. Compared to the fear I was feeling a second before, it's a nice change. And from Icy, relief. Still fear, but now relief.
"No? My dear Resurrection, I thought you'd want to get some revenge. Make it so she can never fly again." The last bit- that was an order. I was- she wanted me to maim this dragonet so that she could never fly. And I could not, I would not.
"I refuse to do your work for you anymore. If you want to hurt someone so badly, well, I'm right here." A sharp, bitter laugh came from my mouth as I spoke. I didn't care what they did to me- who would? But Grim seemed to like this idea of abusing me, throwing herself at me with claws ready to injure. I see Icy, confused but thankful, take off to the sky, saving herself from the NightWings.
A claw hits my back, a scratch the result as I shake off the dragon. And then, within a second, there are three more leaping at me, all very willing to injure me. I spread my wings, try to fly away, and yet Grim grabs onto me and drags me back down, leaving a cut along my back and a sharp intake of breath as I keep myself from making noise- I won't give her the pleasure. More claws rake my back, my tail, and I feel the blood dripping down as I'm unable to fight back, thanks to having three attackers who are all larger than me. Grim bites at my neck, leaving a cut, but her emotions are unsatisfied but pleased with whatever she's' done to me.
With a delighted laugh, the dragons fly off, leaving me laying behind the school, coated in blood it feels. And I lay there for what feels like hours, trying to drag myself home. I don't get very far- unsurprisingly- when she comes back. Icy. I don't know why, but the half-NightWing came back, and upon seeing me flew off, presumable to get help if her emotions were any indication.
An hour later and I am wrapped in bandages and home, cursing myself. I'll stay here- but I want to thank her. Without her, I'd be dead for sure. And so I guess I'll do that. Eventually.
[<--- To be continued]
I sigh, then quickly put on a mask of a smile as I stand and walk to the manipulators, shards of fear touching the back of my mind. I know eyes are on me- probably Icy- the name given to the half-IceWing by Grim. I hated the fear they- not just Icy, but everyone- treated me with, but alas. I wanted to help, and Grimmover was the first one I could. "Yeah?" I say quietly, mind prodding her emotions without much effort on my part. She was happy- that was not good. She had a twisted sense of pleasure, and would not hesitate to kill if she had to.
"Her." Grimmover flicked her tail at Icy, whose fear was strong enough I could feel it from here- a sharp pang, quickly gone. "You're going to find her later- she's been saying dreadful things behind your back. And we want to help, help you get back at her for all of those terrible things." A false smile, and a thin veil of mock-concern masked a pleasure that Grim only seemed to find from tormenting those who were less than perfect- read: me.
It was lies, and even though I knew it, I nod. She'd surely change her mind later, see this was all wrong. A small part of me hoped that she would see reason, but I know her. She won't, but I may as well continue living in the delusion longer. "Yeah, of course. But- I do need to be getting to class now. Sorry." A hurried excuse and I dart off, waving my way through the crowd of NightWing students as a bell rings. Moving quickly into the math classroom, I take a seat. Unfortunately for me, Icy is also in this class, and her mind is all I can focus on- mostly because it's a sharp, throbbing fear. And I feel guilt wash over me- I didn't want to hurt her. But- I'd probably be forced into it.
"Resurrection? Did you hear the question?" Mightyjaw asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. The math teacher, while a good teacher, could be a bit blunt at times.
"No, sir. Apologies." I bite my tongue as a few dragons stifle a laugh, the general mood through the room now being amusement. With a roll of his eyes, Mightyjaw repeats the question, and I answer quickly- and correctly, thank the moons. He then continues droning on, repeating the same math I've learned for the past year. I, again, tune out, thinking about all that's happening. I want to help Icy- really. I just don't know what will happen if I do.
I walk out of the school, where Grim waits for me, along with Jaggedwing. A few others are there- manipulated, just like me- and they quickly find and corner Icy, whose terror is beyond clear. It's cold and sharp, and she's huddled in a corner behind the school- the most popular place for me to be, it feels.
"Why, dear, have you been shittalking our dear Resurrection? What has she done?" I flinch- hard- at hearing the pronoun. I don't mind it as much as I'd mind he, but they/them are preferred, and Grim knows this. Icy mutters something quietly, and fear spikes again in her mind- and by extension, mine. "What was that, half-blood?" Grim spits the word like a curse, and this only pushes Icy further into the corner.
"I- I haven't said anything." She says after a moment, voice shaking. She's curled into the smallest mass possible, afraid that she's going to be abused almost.
"Well, dear. I beg to differ. Res, you want revenge for this, right?" Grim turns away from the terrified dragonet to me, eyes cold with a hunger in them- she wants me to say yes, wants me to give her permission to hurt this dragon. And something in me snaps, something will not allow that.
"No." I say, more quietly than I would have liked. Confusion from Grimmover and her other manipulated dragons. Compared to the fear I was feeling a second before, it's a nice change. And from Icy, relief. Still fear, but now relief.
"No? My dear Resurrection, I thought you'd want to get some revenge. Make it so she can never fly again." The last bit- that was an order. I was- she wanted me to maim this dragonet so that she could never fly. And I could not, I would not.
"I refuse to do your work for you anymore. If you want to hurt someone so badly, well, I'm right here." A sharp, bitter laugh came from my mouth as I spoke. I didn't care what they did to me- who would? But Grim seemed to like this idea of abusing me, throwing herself at me with claws ready to injure. I see Icy, confused but thankful, take off to the sky, saving herself from the NightWings.
A claw hits my back, a scratch the result as I shake off the dragon. And then, within a second, there are three more leaping at me, all very willing to injure me. I spread my wings, try to fly away, and yet Grim grabs onto me and drags me back down, leaving a cut along my back and a sharp intake of breath as I keep myself from making noise- I won't give her the pleasure. More claws rake my back, my tail, and I feel the blood dripping down as I'm unable to fight back, thanks to having three attackers who are all larger than me. Grim bites at my neck, leaving a cut, but her emotions are unsatisfied but pleased with whatever she's' done to me.
With a delighted laugh, the dragons fly off, leaving me laying behind the school, coated in blood it feels. And I lay there for what feels like hours, trying to drag myself home. I don't get very far- unsurprisingly- when she comes back. Icy. I don't know why, but the half-NightWing came back, and upon seeing me flew off, presumable to get help if her emotions were any indication.
An hour later and I am wrapped in bandages and home, cursing myself. I'll stay here- but I want to thank her. Without her, I'd be dead for sure. And so I guess I'll do that. Eventually.
[<--- To be continued]
