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Casting his feet over the snow, the blue wyngling heaved a dreading sigh. His limbs brisk as the blizzard laved and clung to his body. Marine weeped, his optics frantically scanned the environment, attempting to pierce through the heavy mist. His eyes dense with tears, he sought warmth more than anything. "Hello!? Anybody!?" He wailed softly, pinning his ears back. "Help me please!" His claws here raking the snow apart as he trudged. "I'm so lost!" Marine awaited to no response, only echos that would whisper back--mocking his pleads. He fought the wind, craning his neck for any trace of a gro or quint cottage. "Anyone! I'm so cold!" He proceeded to beg, "Help!" He shouted as he glanced to a tree stooping overhead, snow blanketing it's lanky branches. "Hello!?" He wailed again, and the echo drove through the trees. Without hesitation, a branch hew from the trunk toppled onto the wyngling. "AH!" He shrieked before his screams were muffled, immersed in a heap of snow. The cold immediately began to dissolve him. Marine squirmed underneath the branch that crippled him to the ground, screaming for his life but to no avail. Frantically attempting to plow through the snow he could reach until the blizzard swallowed him whole.

Rip Marine

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Description

You may not steal, share, redistribute, or trace my art without my permission! Please do not risk the consequences.

____

Casting his feet over the snow, the blue wyngling heaved a dreading sigh. His limbs brisk as the blizzard laved and clung to his body. Marine weeped, his optics frantically scanned the environment, attempting to pierce through the heavy mist. His eyes dense with tears, he sought warmth more than anything. "Hello!? Anybody!?" He wailed softly, pinning his ears back. "Help me please!" His claws here raking the snow apart as he trudged. "I'm so lost!" Marine awaited to no response, only echos that would whisper back--mocking his pleads. He fought the wind, craning his neck for any trace of a gro or quint cottage. "Anyone! I'm so cold!" He proceeded to beg, "Help!" He shouted as he glanced to a tree stooping overhead, snow blanketing it's lanky branches. "Hello!?" He wailed again, and the echo drove through the trees. Without hesitation, a branch hew from the trunk toppled onto the wyngling. "AH!" He shrieked before his screams were muffled, immersed in a heap of snow. The cold immediately began to dissolve him. Marine squirmed underneath the branch that crippled him to the ground, screaming for his life but to no avail. Frantically attempting to plow through the snow he could reach until the blizzard swallowed him whole.

Rip Marine

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