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Life didn't start out very easy for all wynglings. Some were hatched into happy, loving families with a roof over their head and food on their table. Other were hatched in the nook, where they were cared for a surrounded by potential friends, with the chance of a family coming to adopt them always on the horizon. And yet, others still were hatched in the back alleys of Wynsiph, their eggs discarded by parents who couldn't be bothered to give enough of a damn to even drop it off at the nook.
The latter was the case for a scruffy red wyngling, joining the mass of other kids who'd hatched with a unique tail, not that she'd know it.
"Hey, the red kids got a plant on her ass! What a freak!"
That was the typical reaction when one of the older street gro saw her for the first time. There weren't many who'd hatched on the streets with her unique tail, so she was seen as the weirdo of the little community.

Red was what they called her, so that's the name she took upon herself. She was a feisty little thing, always growling at anyone who talked down to her and eager to try and pick a fight. She was pretty small, so she usually wasn't taken very seriously, but that didn't stop her from trying.
Day to day life was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to make it through alright. She could find food for herself most of the time, or steal scraps from someone else when she couldn't, and there were plenty of little nooks and crannies where the larger adult gro couldn't fit that made for excellent sleeping places. All in all she took well to living on the streets; it was all she'd ever known, really.

It was a day like any other. Red was digging around for something to eat when her ears picked up a faint squeaking sound, rather unlike any noise she was used to. With her curiosity peaking, she followed the sound to a small patch of dirt behind an old pile of garbage, where a little round creature of sorts seemed to be growing. It looked up at her with round eyes and squeaked again, hopping a little closer to her. A beeb? Red had seen some of the wynglings around the market with them before. Had someone accidentally thrown out a seed and it had just happened yo be lucky enough to miss the trash and land right in the dirt?

"Hey bloom butt, what are ya lookin' at over there? Did ya find your family in their natural habitat?" The condescending, grating voice of one of the younger teenage gro of the little street rat group made Red groan, a scowl forming on her face. She back out from where she'd wedged herself, her pale violet eyes narrowed with annoyance. "No, but I'm pretty sure I found your place, trash breath. I love the way you've decorated." Trash breath's entourage snickered, making him growl. He took a step closer but stopped, his gaze drawn to the ground behind Red. "Yo, the hell did you get a beeb?" The little peach blob had hopped forward until it was sitting between Red's paws, looking up at all the gro. "There's no way you can take care of that thing. Kind gro I am, I'll just take it off your hands for you, no charge." He was reaching down to grab it as Red growled and snapped her jaws shut on his hand, biting hard enough to draw blood. He cursed and yanked it back, scowling. "You'll regret that, you little freak." He promised, leaving with the threat hanging in the air.

Red wasn't phased. The dude was a wimp who got a big ego just because he was the first of his little clique to grow up. The beeb chirped from her paws, looking up at her again. Yeah, she could take care of this little guy no problem.

Word count: 674

Upgrades:
+Coatala ears- marble
+cheek fur
+hair tuft

Beeb used- fav.me/dd9volu

6/159

Description
Life didn't start out very easy for all wynglings. Some were hatched into happy, loving families with a roof over their head and food on their table. Other were hatched in the nook, where they were cared for a surrounded by potential friends, with the chance of a family coming to adopt them always on the horizon. And yet, others still were hatched in the back alleys of Wynsiph, their eggs discarded by parents who couldn't be bothered to give enough of a damn to even drop it off at the nook.
The latter was the case for a scruffy red wyngling, joining the mass of other kids who'd hatched with a unique tail, not that she'd know it.
"Hey, the red kids got a plant on her ass! What a freak!"
That was the typical reaction when one of the older street gro saw her for the first time. There weren't many who'd hatched on the streets with her unique tail, so she was seen as the weirdo of the little community.

Red was what they called her, so that's the name she took upon herself. She was a feisty little thing, always growling at anyone who talked down to her and eager to try and pick a fight. She was pretty small, so she usually wasn't taken very seriously, but that didn't stop her from trying.
Day to day life was a bit of a struggle, but she managed to make it through alright. She could find food for herself most of the time, or steal scraps from someone else when she couldn't, and there were plenty of little nooks and crannies where the larger adult gro couldn't fit that made for excellent sleeping places. All in all she took well to living on the streets; it was all she'd ever known, really.

It was a day like any other. Red was digging around for something to eat when her ears picked up a faint squeaking sound, rather unlike any noise she was used to. With her curiosity peaking, she followed the sound to a small patch of dirt behind an old pile of garbage, where a little round creature of sorts seemed to be growing. It looked up at her with round eyes and squeaked again, hopping a little closer to her. A beeb? Red had seen some of the wynglings around the market with them before. Had someone accidentally thrown out a seed and it had just happened yo be lucky enough to miss the trash and land right in the dirt?

"Hey bloom butt, what are ya lookin' at over there? Did ya find your family in their natural habitat?" The condescending, grating voice of one of the younger teenage gro of the little street rat group made Red groan, a scowl forming on her face. She back out from where she'd wedged herself, her pale violet eyes narrowed with annoyance. "No, but I'm pretty sure I found your place, trash breath. I love the way you've decorated." Trash breath's entourage snickered, making him growl. He took a step closer but stopped, his gaze drawn to the ground behind Red. "Yo, the hell did you get a beeb?" The little peach blob had hopped forward until it was sitting between Red's paws, looking up at all the gro. "There's no way you can take care of that thing. Kind gro I am, I'll just take it off your hands for you, no charge." He was reaching down to grab it as Red growled and snapped her jaws shut on his hand, biting hard enough to draw blood. He cursed and yanked it back, scowling. "You'll regret that, you little freak." He promised, leaving with the threat hanging in the air.

Red wasn't phased. The dude was a wimp who got a big ego just because he was the first of his little clique to grow up. The beeb chirped from her paws, looking up at her again. Yeah, she could take care of this little guy no problem.

Word count: 674

Upgrades:
+Coatala ears- marble
+cheek fur
+hair tuft

Beeb used- fav.me/dd9volu

6/159