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Everything was chaos. It felt like the world was coming crashing down around him, and all he could do was run. Run, and pray that nothing found him.

But it was already too late for that.

Foot catching on the edge of a cobblestone, his little red figure was sent tumbling forward. A little disoriented, Huxley shook his head. As he pushed himself to his feet he was met with a sight beyond his worst nightmares. It resembled a headless adult with overlarge arms. The being towered over him, mouth stretched into an ever-present grin as it raised its arms in preparation for attack. Its massive hands were outfitted with razor sharp claws, each ending in a threatening point. Every aspect of it whispered a promise of pain. As it craned its neck to get a closer look at him, bulbous eyes glinting and shining with reflections. Huxley stared at his own terrified expression, echoed back at him from the deep black orbs of nothingness. Its arms rose to make a motion to grasp him and he knew he needed to move, to get away, but how could he? How could he outrun something like that?

There was a flash of heat and light as a fireball was shot directly into the beast’s face. It screeched and recoiled as Huxley blinked away the sudden luminous burst, rubbing at his face. When his eyes opened, a figure was before him. She held two curved swords bathed in flame, the bright red glow of her magic glands cutting through the darkness. She stretched out her massive wings dotted with star patterns, giving her the appearance of some ancient cosmic goddess. As he craned his neck to get a better look at her, she moved one of her massive starry wings. Whether it was intentional or not, her face was now covered. The stranger lowered into a fighting stance as the creature came back to its senses, clearly enraged by the sudden barrage of flame.

“I’ll buy you whatever time I can, but you must go now.” She spoke urgently, a hint of a faded accent in her words. It was one he’d only heard from those that had lived in a city nearby. Despite the fact that he’d never seen her, and never heard her voice, she felt familiar somehow….

“Who are you..?”

At his question, her wing lowered and she turned her head to see him more clearly. The eyes that met Huxley’s… were his. She had his eyes. Realization washed over him as the color drained from his face. She couldn’t be… There was no way that all this time, she was living right under his nose. His mother. Anger bubbled in his chest as her expression became ridden with guilt.

“How could you…” He croaked behind gritted teeth. “HOW COULD YOU JUST-”

“HUXLEY LOOK OUT!”

Springing into action, the creature attacked. His mother leapt directly in its path, only to be knocked aside by a massive clawed hand. It was hard to make out expressions on its face, but somehow you could tell it derived a revolting amount pleasure from both the pain it inflicted and Huxley’s terror.

Her strong purple figure was swept away with ease, tossed aside like a thin paper in the breeze. It felt like she was in the air for too long, as if Huxley had started seeing in slow motion. When he blinked she hit the ground. Though the air was filled with noise, one sound in particular stood out. The sickening CRACK of her head impacting the cobblestones rung through his ears, drowning out even the sharp clamorous ringing of her swords landing beside her.

Shock and horror took over as Huxley stared at her now limp form slumped on the ground. Was she… He couldn’t tell if she was breathing. Was there a pulse?

As he made an attempt to scramble toward her, the creature stepped closer, forcing Huxley to root himself in place. He wanted to run, to fight, to do anything, but it was like he’d been turned to stone. All he could do was cower before the creature, trembling like the last dead leaf clinging to a tree, desperately fighting the bitter winds of winter’s approach. If he were capable of thinking introspectively at the moment, Huxley would’ve been ashamed of himself for acting like a frightened little child. But his mind was just as frozen as his limbs, and stringing two thoughts together was near impossible at the moment.

The leathery skin of its face was pulled taught, its many teeth all perfectly visible. The expression made it look pleased with the situation, overjoyed at his fear. Tucking his tail between his legs, Huxley took one more glance at his mother’s body collapsed on the ground, potentially alive…

And turned to run.

Before he could take a full step, claws dug painfully into his left arm. He made an effort to scream, but a sudden overwhelming feeling overtook him. It was hard to place, and even harder to put into words. The only thing he knew for certain was that the creature was gone. A sharp cold air was forced into his lungs and his vision went pitch black. It quickly began to burn, the energy seeping out of his lungs, surging through every fiber of his being. The feeling was so intense, so blinding, that Huxley hardly registered the morphing of his body.

Just as abruptly as it started, the sensation was gone. And so was he.

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[ Looks like Huxley has braved the forces of entities unknown and has gotten to Grimsby Grove safe? And sound? Although something’s wrong...but Huxley is approved! ]

———— [ TRANSFER COMPLETE. WELCOME TO THE GROVE. ] ————
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The first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. There was the occasional chirp or rustle of leaves, but other than that, there wasn’t much to hear. It felt… important for some reason.

Groaning softly, he pushed himself up, shock and fear still pulsing through his veins. Blearily blinking his eyes open, the kit dully looked around. The darkness became easier to perceive as his pupils dilated to bring in more light. But… nothing looked right. Everything felt unfamiliar, right down to his body and the way his face moved.

Where was he? … Who was he? Rubbing his forehead, the kit tried desperately to remember something about himself. A name, family, where he lives, but nothing came. He couldn’t even remember why he was scared. The kit reached up with his other hand to brush hair out of his face, only to be met with a sharp pulse of pain originating from his upper arm.

Inhaling sharply through his teeth, the kit held onto his wound, dark blood seeping out from under his hooved hand. Distantly in the back of his mind, words yelled by a vaguely familiar voice rang through his head. “HUXLEY LOOK OUT!” Huxley… That must’ve been him.

“Huxley…” He croaked out, voice strained from what he could only assume was disuse. Huxley’s brain autofilled his last name. Huxley Arrakis. He felt that it was something important, and for whatever reason it brought the night sky to mind.

Squeezing his eyes shut he tried to remember something else. anything else. But nothing came. Shaking his head, the kit looked back down at his arm. The pain was starting to grow as the panic subsided.

Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Two curved swords lie nearby, discarded. Feeling too unsteady to walk, Huxley shuffled himself close enough to pick them up.

The blades were warm to the touch, which he thought quite odd. They fit together side by side perfectly, making it clear that they were a set, each detail made to perfectly match. They weren’t alone, and neither was he.

A deep pitchy rumble emanated from a dark lump on the ground nearby. Fear striking through him once more, Huxley rose the swords, hands shaking. The creature began to rise, each part of it moving slowly upwards like it was a puppet attached to strings, making it seem extremely off putting.

It rose to its full height and extended its many wings, all dotted with stars. The largest pair had an extra set of eyes on the ends, giving Huxley the feeling that he was being watched from every angle.

When his eyes met its face he froze. Something about it felt… familiar. It made him angry and afraid. But most of all it made him feel desperate. It felt important. He cast the blades aside, hoping to appear as less of a threat.

It began to cry the moment they locked eyes, tears rolling down its face and neck, even creating little rivers on the webbing of its wings. It slowly moved to lean over him, its face so close to his that Huxley felt tears drip onto his face and the plating of his chest, hitting the surface with quiet wet plips.

He lowered the swords as it emanated a low sad rumble from deep in its chest. The sound slowly shifted into a hollow clicking that seemed to echo around the forest. Was it… trying to talk to him?

“I can’t understand you…” He said quietly, unable to hide the quiver of emotion in his voice.

The snap of a twig brought both of their attention to the forest. Huxley shrank back as the creature sprang into action with alarming speed. It darted into the woods, moving gracefully despite its size, weaving between trees and over foliage. And then it was gone.

Huxley exhaled. Somehow, knew that whatever this creature was, whoever it was. It was here to protect him. His guardian.

14/45 Acorns

Description

... Comes a new beginning.

Previous (N/A) | Next (Coming Soon...)

+ Kit Scraps

Word Count: 1618
————

Everything was chaos. It felt like the world was coming crashing down around him, and all he could do was run. Run, and pray that nothing found him.

But it was already too late for that.

Foot catching on the edge of a cobblestone, his little red figure was sent tumbling forward. A little disoriented, Huxley shook his head. As he pushed himself to his feet he was met with a sight beyond his worst nightmares. It resembled a headless adult with overlarge arms. The being towered over him, mouth stretched into an ever-present grin as it raised its arms in preparation for attack. Its massive hands were outfitted with razor sharp claws, each ending in a threatening point. Every aspect of it whispered a promise of pain. As it craned its neck to get a closer look at him, bulbous eyes glinting and shining with reflections. Huxley stared at his own terrified expression, echoed back at him from the deep black orbs of nothingness. Its arms rose to make a motion to grasp him and he knew he needed to move, to get away, but how could he? How could he outrun something like that?

There was a flash of heat and light as a fireball was shot directly into the beast’s face. It screeched and recoiled as Huxley blinked away the sudden luminous burst, rubbing at his face. When his eyes opened, a figure was before him. She held two curved swords bathed in flame, the bright red glow of her magic glands cutting through the darkness. She stretched out her massive wings dotted with star patterns, giving her the appearance of some ancient cosmic goddess. As he craned his neck to get a better look at her, she moved one of her massive starry wings. Whether it was intentional or not, her face was now covered. The stranger lowered into a fighting stance as the creature came back to its senses, clearly enraged by the sudden barrage of flame.

“I’ll buy you whatever time I can, but you must go now.” She spoke urgently, a hint of a faded accent in her words. It was one he’d only heard from those that had lived in a city nearby. Despite the fact that he’d never seen her, and never heard her voice, she felt familiar somehow….

“Who are you..?”

At his question, her wing lowered and she turned her head to see him more clearly. The eyes that met Huxley’s… were his. She had his eyes. Realization washed over him as the color drained from his face. She couldn’t be… There was no way that all this time, she was living right under his nose. His mother. Anger bubbled in his chest as her expression became ridden with guilt.

“How could you…” He croaked behind gritted teeth. “HOW COULD YOU JUST-”

“HUXLEY LOOK OUT!”

Springing into action, the creature attacked. His mother leapt directly in its path, only to be knocked aside by a massive clawed hand. It was hard to make out expressions on its face, but somehow you could tell it derived a revolting amount pleasure from both the pain it inflicted and Huxley’s terror.

Her strong purple figure was swept away with ease, tossed aside like a thin paper in the breeze. It felt like she was in the air for too long, as if Huxley had started seeing in slow motion. When he blinked she hit the ground. Though the air was filled with noise, one sound in particular stood out. The sickening CRACK of her head impacting the cobblestones rung through his ears, drowning out even the sharp clamorous ringing of her swords landing beside her.

Shock and horror took over as Huxley stared at her now limp form slumped on the ground. Was she… He couldn’t tell if she was breathing. Was there a pulse?

As he made an attempt to scramble toward her, the creature stepped closer, forcing Huxley to root himself in place. He wanted to run, to fight, to do anything, but it was like he’d been turned to stone. All he could do was cower before the creature, trembling like the last dead leaf clinging to a tree, desperately fighting the bitter winds of winter’s approach. If he were capable of thinking introspectively at the moment, Huxley would’ve been ashamed of himself for acting like a frightened little child. But his mind was just as frozen as his limbs, and stringing two thoughts together was near impossible at the moment.

The leathery skin of its face was pulled taught, its many teeth all perfectly visible. The expression made it look pleased with the situation, overjoyed at his fear. Tucking his tail between his legs, Huxley took one more glance at his mother’s body collapsed on the ground, potentially alive…

And turned to run.

Before he could take a full step, claws dug painfully into his left arm. He made an effort to scream, but a sudden overwhelming feeling overtook him. It was hard to place, and even harder to put into words. The only thing he knew for certain was that the creature was gone. A sharp cold air was forced into his lungs and his vision went pitch black. It quickly began to burn, the energy seeping out of his lungs, surging through every fiber of his being. The feeling was so intense, so blinding, that Huxley hardly registered the morphing of his body.

Just as abruptly as it started, the sensation was gone. And so was he.

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[ Looks like Huxley has braved the forces of entities unknown and has gotten to Grimsby Grove safe? And sound? Although something’s wrong...but Huxley is approved! ]

———— [ TRANSFER COMPLETE. WELCOME TO THE GROVE. ] ————
————

The first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. There was the occasional chirp or rustle of leaves, but other than that, there wasn’t much to hear. It felt… important for some reason.

Groaning softly, he pushed himself up, shock and fear still pulsing through his veins. Blearily blinking his eyes open, the kit dully looked around. The darkness became easier to perceive as his pupils dilated to bring in more light. But… nothing looked right. Everything felt unfamiliar, right down to his body and the way his face moved.

Where was he? … Who was he? Rubbing his forehead, the kit tried desperately to remember something about himself. A name, family, where he lives, but nothing came. He couldn’t even remember why he was scared. The kit reached up with his other hand to brush hair out of his face, only to be met with a sharp pulse of pain originating from his upper arm.

Inhaling sharply through his teeth, the kit held onto his wound, dark blood seeping out from under his hooved hand. Distantly in the back of his mind, words yelled by a vaguely familiar voice rang through his head. “HUXLEY LOOK OUT!” Huxley… That must’ve been him.

“Huxley…” He croaked out, voice strained from what he could only assume was disuse. Huxley’s brain autofilled his last name. Huxley Arrakis. He felt that it was something important, and for whatever reason it brought the night sky to mind.

Squeezing his eyes shut he tried to remember something else. anything else. But nothing came. Shaking his head, the kit looked back down at his arm. The pain was starting to grow as the panic subsided.

Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Two curved swords lie nearby, discarded. Feeling too unsteady to walk, Huxley shuffled himself close enough to pick them up.

The blades were warm to the touch, which he thought quite odd. They fit together side by side perfectly, making it clear that they were a set, each detail made to perfectly match. They weren’t alone, and neither was he.

A deep pitchy rumble emanated from a dark lump on the ground nearby. Fear striking through him once more, Huxley rose the swords, hands shaking. The creature began to rise, each part of it moving slowly upwards like it was a puppet attached to strings, making it seem extremely off putting.

It rose to its full height and extended its many wings, all dotted with stars. The largest pair had an extra set of eyes on the ends, giving Huxley the feeling that he was being watched from every angle.

When his eyes met its face he froze. Something about it felt… familiar. It made him angry and afraid. But most of all it made him feel desperate. It felt important. He cast the blades aside, hoping to appear as less of a threat.

It began to cry the moment they locked eyes, tears rolling down its face and neck, even creating little rivers on the webbing of its wings. It slowly moved to lean over him, its face so close to his that Huxley felt tears drip onto his face and the plating of his chest, hitting the surface with quiet wet plips.

He lowered the swords as it emanated a low sad rumble from deep in its chest. The sound slowly shifted into a hollow clicking that seemed to echo around the forest. Was it… trying to talk to him?

“I can’t understand you…” He said quietly, unable to hide the quiver of emotion in his voice.

The snap of a twig brought both of their attention to the forest. Huxley shrank back as the creature sprang into action with alarming speed. It darted into the woods, moving gracefully despite its size, weaving between trees and over foliage. And then it was gone.

Huxley exhaled. Somehow, knew that whatever this creature was, whoever it was. It was here to protect him. His guardian.

14/45 Acorns