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A low growl rumbles, developing into a nasty roar.

It grows louder and louder. It echoes through the room.

The grey spiky Wyngling remained in the corner of the living room facing the wall with a deadpan look facing downward at his feet. Ever since the incident that cost his mother her own leg Savio has become distant and refuses to eat. Whenever a meal was ready, he denied it. When his brother offered him a light snack he would avert his head away from it. Rodimus would even make his own attempts to persuade the child to eat something to prevent starvation. No luck.

Savio would continue to dismiss any food offered to him from his family. Believing that he doesn't deserve it after almost getting his mother killed. Even if it means starving himself to the extent his ribs would become exposed.

He can't help but think what transpired that night was his fault. If he were not paralyzed by fear at that very moment his mother's leg would not have received such grave injury that resulted the amputation.

Why... does it feel like every misfortunate event transpires because of him?

His parents were filled with sorrow and despair after he was officially born. His aunt left shortly after his big brother came home. And now, his mother lost her own leg from trying to protect him from being crushed into a bloody paste. He feels that his existence on the family has been nothing but a burden, and a mistake...

Savio desperately needed consolation but not from his family. He's brought enough trouble upon them as it is... Maybe the sisters will provide him with the comfort that he needs right now.

The grey Wyngling's limbs trembled as he forces himself to stand up and walk. He hasn't eaten in several days since the incident. The lack of energy is no surprise but it made it hard to move. He strolled his way to the door, once he opened it his body quivered from the blast of cold air from the outside. There was some snow falling down and the ground was partly covered in it.

He stepped out of the cabin and journeyed his way to the home of where the sisters lived. He's in desperate need of support from them. And some time away from his family...

It grew colder the further Savio traveled. He can practically see his breath with each puff he took. His body was shaking like a leaf from the freezing temperature. His fingers and toes were numb from walking on the frigid ground. He couldn't feel them at all but proceeds to move forward to reach his destination.

He can feel it in his bones that he was inching closer and closer to the home of the sisters. But the exposure from the bitter coldness of the weather was drastically decreasing his movement. His back legs were ready to give up, but he wasn't.

His hind legs eventually succumbed to the cold causing him to collapse on the gelid ground, face planting against the snow. He lost the strength in the back of his legs but still had enough to spare in his front arms. He shakingly pushed himself up from the ground, when he gazed up he saw a house close up ahead that was lit up from the inside. Savio squints. He immediately recognized it as the sisters' home.

Determined to make it despite the cold was overwhelming his body, he muscles enough energy he has left in his arms to crawl his way to the house. Savio's eyelids grew heavier the closer he approached the building. He would keep shaking it off the more his eyelids would try to shut on him. The stamina in his arms were fading as well as the numbness was beginning to take over. Yet, he kept going until he was able to reach for the door.

As soon as he managed to reach the doorstep he was at his limit and couldn't keep it up much longer. Savio soon collapsed upon climbing the doorstep. He tries to convince his body to keep moving but the numbness from the cold wouldn't allow it. There was hardly any stamina left in his body. He was too stubborn to give up now. He makes an attempt to pour the last spark of energy in his arm to reach for a knock on the door.

It was a strenuous battle reaching his arm out. But he was finally able to give a faint knock before his arm fell in defeat, and passing out afterwards.

The door creaked loudly upon opening. A green male gazed down astonished that a young Wyngling is out in the harsh cold. He scooped him up in his arms and hurried him inside...

...An hour has passed. Savio began to awaken. He at first felt groggy from the effects of the frigid temperature. The feeling was subsequently subsiding. He took it slow when lifting himself up. He briefly scanned his surroundings. Knowing he was brought inside the house.

Sounds of pitter patter were drew near. Alvern's daughters Lotus and Fiala anxiously walked up to the grey Wyngling. They were worried for him when they saw their father carry him inside, seemingly lifeless in his arms. Lotus took the initiative to move closer to Savio hoping she wasn't invading his space given he woken up not too long ago.

The grey Wyngling could not contain the tears he was holding back any longer and let the tears roll down his cheeks. This took the sisters by surprise. They didn't understand why was he weeping.

Lotus was going to reach out a paw to him, but was taken aback from Savio abruptly burying his face into her fluffy chest sobbing uncontrollably. The green Wyngling hugged and nuzzled his head as he weeped. Fiala sat next to her sister and Savio.

They didn't comprehend what was wrong with their friend or why he's sad. No matter what, they won't leave his side and make sure he's all better.

However, little did Savio know was that he made an immense error that would soon come back to haunt him. He did not leave a note behind to inform his family of his whereabouts...

Fiala (c) CoUmbi
Lotus and Savio belong to me
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Description
A low growl rumbles, developing into a nasty roar.

It grows louder and louder. It echoes through the room.

The grey spiky Wyngling remained in the corner of the living room facing the wall with a deadpan look facing downward at his feet. Ever since the incident that cost his mother her own leg Savio has become distant and refuses to eat. Whenever a meal was ready, he denied it. When his brother offered him a light snack he would avert his head away from it. Rodimus would even make his own attempts to persuade the child to eat something to prevent starvation. No luck.

Savio would continue to dismiss any food offered to him from his family. Believing that he doesn't deserve it after almost getting his mother killed. Even if it means starving himself to the extent his ribs would become exposed.

He can't help but think what transpired that night was his fault. If he were not paralyzed by fear at that very moment his mother's leg would not have received such grave injury that resulted the amputation.

Why... does it feel like every misfortunate event transpires because of him?

His parents were filled with sorrow and despair after he was officially born. His aunt left shortly after his big brother came home. And now, his mother lost her own leg from trying to protect him from being crushed into a bloody paste. He feels that his existence on the family has been nothing but a burden, and a mistake...

Savio desperately needed consolation but not from his family. He's brought enough trouble upon them as it is... Maybe the sisters will provide him with the comfort that he needs right now.

The grey Wyngling's limbs trembled as he forces himself to stand up and walk. He hasn't eaten in several days since the incident. The lack of energy is no surprise but it made it hard to move. He strolled his way to the door, once he opened it his body quivered from the blast of cold air from the outside. There was some snow falling down and the ground was partly covered in it.

He stepped out of the cabin and journeyed his way to the home of where the sisters lived. He's in desperate need of support from them. And some time away from his family...

It grew colder the further Savio traveled. He can practically see his breath with each puff he took. His body was shaking like a leaf from the freezing temperature. His fingers and toes were numb from walking on the frigid ground. He couldn't feel them at all but proceeds to move forward to reach his destination.

He can feel it in his bones that he was inching closer and closer to the home of the sisters. But the exposure from the bitter coldness of the weather was drastically decreasing his movement. His back legs were ready to give up, but he wasn't.

His hind legs eventually succumbed to the cold causing him to collapse on the gelid ground, face planting against the snow. He lost the strength in the back of his legs but still had enough to spare in his front arms. He shakingly pushed himself up from the ground, when he gazed up he saw a house close up ahead that was lit up from the inside. Savio squints. He immediately recognized it as the sisters' home.

Determined to make it despite the cold was overwhelming his body, he muscles enough energy he has left in his arms to crawl his way to the house. Savio's eyelids grew heavier the closer he approached the building. He would keep shaking it off the more his eyelids would try to shut on him. The stamina in his arms were fading as well as the numbness was beginning to take over. Yet, he kept going until he was able to reach for the door.

As soon as he managed to reach the doorstep he was at his limit and couldn't keep it up much longer. Savio soon collapsed upon climbing the doorstep. He tries to convince his body to keep moving but the numbness from the cold wouldn't allow it. There was hardly any stamina left in his body. He was too stubborn to give up now. He makes an attempt to pour the last spark of energy in his arm to reach for a knock on the door.

It was a strenuous battle reaching his arm out. But he was finally able to give a faint knock before his arm fell in defeat, and passing out afterwards.

The door creaked loudly upon opening. A green male gazed down astonished that a young Wyngling is out in the harsh cold. He scooped him up in his arms and hurried him inside...

...An hour has passed. Savio began to awaken. He at first felt groggy from the effects of the frigid temperature. The feeling was subsequently subsiding. He took it slow when lifting himself up. He briefly scanned his surroundings. Knowing he was brought inside the house.

Sounds of pitter patter were drew near. Alvern's daughters Lotus and Fiala anxiously walked up to the grey Wyngling. They were worried for him when they saw their father carry him inside, seemingly lifeless in his arms. Lotus took the initiative to move closer to Savio hoping she wasn't invading his space given he woken up not too long ago.

The grey Wyngling could not contain the tears he was holding back any longer and let the tears roll down his cheeks. This took the sisters by surprise. They didn't understand why was he weeping.

Lotus was going to reach out a paw to him, but was taken aback from Savio abruptly burying his face into her fluffy chest sobbing uncontrollably. The green Wyngling hugged and nuzzled his head as he weeped. Fiala sat next to her sister and Savio.

They didn't comprehend what was wrong with their friend or why he's sad. No matter what, they won't leave his side and make sure he's all better.

However, little did Savio know was that he made an immense error that would soon come back to haunt him. He did not leave a note behind to inform his family of his whereabouts...

Fiala (c) CoUmbi
Lotus and Savio belong to me
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