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.welcome.
In a vague gesture of welcome, the anthromorphic creature spreads an arm out, claws clicking against eachother. After a moment, he sets his arm back down at his side and focuses his crimson-eyed gaze towards a place just beyond your shoulder. This place, his home, is a worn, desolate area of ruin and carnage. A field of black ash surrounds you both, and trees are left, scattered and smoldering in various places. The sky overhead is a single, looming dark cloud. His tail flicks, stirring some of the ash beneath him. But he does not speak. Not yet. You take the time to let your gaze wander over the creature. Large, torn ears hang limply from his head, dark-plum colored hair is brushing his shoulders and the dark ruff that surrounds his neck. His chest and torso are thin -and you note with shock that his ribs can be seen. Cloth bandages act as pants for his legs, and more of the bandages can be seen on his left arm. It's then that he chooses to speak. "Whatever you're doing here," he rasps out, voice obviously unused for some time, "I'd advise you depart immediately." Stubbornly, you remain. With a sigh, he relents and shuts his eyes. He sees no use in persisting you, after all. It would be a waste of energy. Slowly, he scratches his claws along the ash-covered ground. "I imagine you came here to hear about me, didn't you?" Slowly, as if unsure, you nod. "Well then...
.about. .me. My life as a young child was quite pleasant, actually. But I had to grow too soon. Destruction..." Here, he coughed and a sigh escaped his lips. "There were terrible sights... what I had to witness... no one should go through as a child. My parents, siblings, family... everyone was killed. Kougras, draiks... krawks. They came and ate my family." Chuckling darkly, he gestured around him to the desolate, black plain. "This was where they died. I didn't linger around here after we were invaded. This, believe it or not, used to have homes. Beautiful things that my parents helped build.." He pauses in his speech and once more you take advantage of the pause to glance around the area. You notice that there are some pieces of wood, and some glass. Good thing you wore shoes. "After this was all destroyed and a few of us escaped, I headed off towards somewhere remote. It's not located on the map, so don't even try looking for it. I wandered, here and there. Found food, met others, but as for any others of my kind... so far I've only run into one." He blinks away... tears? Maybe it was just a trick. Maybe you were just seeing things. "Anyway, after that, about a year later... I returned home and found this." He stretched the small bat-like wings out to his sides and managed a weak smile. "Been here for a year, scrounging up whatever grass and leaves I could find." You take a step forward and his ears twitch a bit. But he doesn't shy away. "I've been wondering," you finally speak up, and he waits, "if you're a cybunny, then why do you have wings?" "Good question. I can only imagine that it came from mixed DNA, somewhere back in my line, one of my ancestors was probably a winged creature and cross-marriage occurred." That was his simple answer, and, feeling a bit braver, you dared ask another question of him. "Um.. how old are you?" "Mm, well... while we're at that, I may as well tell you the rest of my... statistics." You await them eagerly. .stats.
Name:| Arietta
.dislikes.
You smile a bit at receiving more in-invalid_word-ation about this stranger. His gaze flits abouts the plain, as if worried, before settling back on you. "Do you remember your family members' names?" you ask. He smiles, though it doesn't seem to reach his eyes. .family.
Odnur Cornmo not sure what to say about him. first time i met him we were at the carnival. i was with a gang there, temporarily. he left, and then we met for a second time at a hunter's camp. and then, finally, here. we're at a neutral sort of peace, i guess. he's a bit too arrogant for my liking, however.
Lapsik Caretaker: yourfan You chew your lower lip, thinking. Another question rises to your mind. "Do you have any friends?" A thoughtful expression crosses his face and he shrugs. Maybe he doesn't remember. .friends.
You tap your foot on the ground, stirring some ash as you do so. The silence is surrounding you on all sides. Not even wind can reach this forlorn area. .link to me.
.miniature me's. -cough- none yeeeeet. .fan art.
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