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The Deelagun had died.. but with it came a plague that Wynsiph had never known. Wyngrew were getting sick left and right, leaking a black gunk that would deem them as one with the creature. The nook seemed safe, or at least that is what they were led to believe. Like a nightmare pulled from a child's mind this sickness only grew worse. Affecting the townsfolk as many begun to die, falling to the curse that cascaded the town.

Was this the work of Chii'falla? Perhaps they had angered their god, only to be punished for their wrong doings! However the nook's plague would soon begin with a small yellow wyngling named, Rikku.

The girl had been brought from the outside, a wyngling lost within the destruction of town and although she arrive healthy... She took a dark turn.

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I walked around the nook, the wood feeling cold beneath my paws as cries could be heard. Soft sniffles... I shouldn't have been able to hear until it as my magic spurred out of control with a bustling loud... HIC!...

I jumped, startled by the noise as I began to shake violently. I stood there, looking around for the source of the noise... but no one was around. My mouth felt dry as I mouthed for Alma, I was scared.. something was... WRONG. I felt wrong! I began to freak out, my eyes darting around the room as it felt as if it was creeping in... closer... and closer...

"Alma..." I barely whispered out, my paw taking a step closer until I began to throw a fit of coughing. My lungs felt hot as I coughed up a black gunk, my eyes widening with fear. I... was infected. I stared down at what looked to be my blood, the mixture of crimson and onyx as tears welled up in my eyes.

"I... just want to go home." I mumbled softly, my voice hoarse as I took another step forward to only slip and land with a thud. Alma and a few wyngling ran in to see my glands running as I reached out to them, but Alma only ushered them away. I felt betrayed, hurting all over as my body grew hot. The sickness was taking over fast as I noticed Alma coming closer, wrapping me in a blanket to only place me on a soft pillow.

The pillows fabric felt itchy to my skin as I just stared at her with eyes that begged to live as I reached up. She met me half way of course, grasping my tiny paw within her claws as she gently cooed a lullaby. I tried to be tough.. I really did as tear welled up only to mix in with the black ooze that drained down my cheek. I will miss everything... I will miss... Everyone.

My breathing began to get softer, slower with each passing hour that she stayed beside me until finally... my last few gasps. My eyelids felt heavy as I felt it slowly sweep over me, like being covered in a soft warm blanket. It was inviting... It was safe. I smiled lightly, closing my eyes slowly as my body slowly moved with each labored breath.

May Chiifalla have pity on this town.. because in my last few moments... I finally felt like I had a family.

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Alma has heard a thud, being stirred from her story telling as she ran to see the noise with a hope that it wasn't a spite...However what came to be was worse as she arrived to see a wyngling on the floor with glands that ran and a cough. She ran to their side, gently picking them up with a soft blanket after ushering the few wynglings to return back to the room, another adult could take over in the mean time.

The wyngling's body was heavy, covered in a cold sweat with a cough so weak that there was no chance for her to survive. The best thing to do was make her comfortable and give her a gentle death. She placed the wyngling onto a pillow only to see them reach out with a desperation that screamed to save her. Alma frowned, watching this wyngling suffer was so hard as she grasped their tiny paw within their claw with a soft squeeze.

Alma smiled at them however, not wanting them to be scared in their last moments as she begun to hum, a soft lil lullaby would be a nice way to go out as the wyngling smiled in return, nestling into the pillow as the hours went by slowly. The time felt like forever as she watched the wyngling's breathing slowly cease, each breath getting more labored as she tried to stay positive. Perhaps she would live, maybe chii'falla would bless the child to continue on to adulthood where she could have a family of her own...

That was the hope though as the wyngling closed their eyes, one last breath until their body relaxed into the pillow as Alma only got up to grab that blanket and cover the wyngling, no one needed to see this. No one needed to know how this child went out as she left, closing the door behind her to be greeted by a purple wyngling named, Goliathan. He had always been a quirky fellow with his scary stories and love for history but the question he asked broke her heart.

"Did she die?..."

Alma didn't know what to say, what to even do as she just lightly nodded and mumbled, "She has moved on to be with Chii'falla and her ancestors."

Goliathan stood there, a look on his face as he left to go to his room as Alma just sighed heavily to return to the room. Once entering the room she put on her biggest smile, no need to scare the children during these dark times as she asked, "Who would like to hear a story!~" Many wynglings bustled to scream me! Me! Alma of course nodded, pulling out a book to ease their minds.

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Downgrade:

- DEATH: Here (Unknown Illness)

Yep... She is dead, I had ideas for her but let's be honest, with as many kids I had it was gonna be three years later before I begun it!

May she rest in peace with Chii'falla and always be remembered in my heart.

MAX WYNS

Description
The Deelagun had died.. but with it came a plague that Wynsiph had never known. Wyngrew were getting sick left and right, leaking a black gunk that would deem them as one with the creature. The nook seemed safe, or at least that is what they were led to believe. Like a nightmare pulled from a child's mind this sickness only grew worse. Affecting the townsfolk as many begun to die, falling to the curse that cascaded the town.

Was this the work of Chii'falla? Perhaps they had angered their god, only to be punished for their wrong doings! However the nook's plague would soon begin with a small yellow wyngling named, Rikku.

The girl had been brought from the outside, a wyngling lost within the destruction of town and although she arrive healthy... She took a dark turn.

---

I walked around the nook, the wood feeling cold beneath my paws as cries could be heard. Soft sniffles... I shouldn't have been able to hear until it as my magic spurred out of control with a bustling loud... HIC!...

I jumped, startled by the noise as I began to shake violently. I stood there, looking around for the source of the noise... but no one was around. My mouth felt dry as I mouthed for Alma, I was scared.. something was... WRONG. I felt wrong! I began to freak out, my eyes darting around the room as it felt as if it was creeping in... closer... and closer...

"Alma..." I barely whispered out, my paw taking a step closer until I began to throw a fit of coughing. My lungs felt hot as I coughed up a black gunk, my eyes widening with fear. I... was infected. I stared down at what looked to be my blood, the mixture of crimson and onyx as tears welled up in my eyes.

"I... just want to go home." I mumbled softly, my voice hoarse as I took another step forward to only slip and land with a thud. Alma and a few wyngling ran in to see my glands running as I reached out to them, but Alma only ushered them away. I felt betrayed, hurting all over as my body grew hot. The sickness was taking over fast as I noticed Alma coming closer, wrapping me in a blanket to only place me on a soft pillow.

The pillows fabric felt itchy to my skin as I just stared at her with eyes that begged to live as I reached up. She met me half way of course, grasping my tiny paw within her claws as she gently cooed a lullaby. I tried to be tough.. I really did as tear welled up only to mix in with the black ooze that drained down my cheek. I will miss everything... I will miss... Everyone.

My breathing began to get softer, slower with each passing hour that she stayed beside me until finally... my last few gasps. My eyelids felt heavy as I felt it slowly sweep over me, like being covered in a soft warm blanket. It was inviting... It was safe. I smiled lightly, closing my eyes slowly as my body slowly moved with each labored breath.

May Chiifalla have pity on this town.. because in my last few moments... I finally felt like I had a family.

---

Alma has heard a thud, being stirred from her story telling as she ran to see the noise with a hope that it wasn't a spite...However what came to be was worse as she arrived to see a wyngling on the floor with glands that ran and a cough. She ran to their side, gently picking them up with a soft blanket after ushering the few wynglings to return back to the room, another adult could take over in the mean time.

The wyngling's body was heavy, covered in a cold sweat with a cough so weak that there was no chance for her to survive. The best thing to do was make her comfortable and give her a gentle death. She placed the wyngling onto a pillow only to see them reach out with a desperation that screamed to save her. Alma frowned, watching this wyngling suffer was so hard as she grasped their tiny paw within their claw with a soft squeeze.

Alma smiled at them however, not wanting them to be scared in their last moments as she begun to hum, a soft lil lullaby would be a nice way to go out as the wyngling smiled in return, nestling into the pillow as the hours went by slowly. The time felt like forever as she watched the wyngling's breathing slowly cease, each breath getting more labored as she tried to stay positive. Perhaps she would live, maybe chii'falla would bless the child to continue on to adulthood where she could have a family of her own...

That was the hope though as the wyngling closed their eyes, one last breath until their body relaxed into the pillow as Alma only got up to grab that blanket and cover the wyngling, no one needed to see this. No one needed to know how this child went out as she left, closing the door behind her to be greeted by a purple wyngling named, Goliathan. He had always been a quirky fellow with his scary stories and love for history but the question he asked broke her heart.

"Did she die?..."

Alma didn't know what to say, what to even do as she just lightly nodded and mumbled, "She has moved on to be with Chii'falla and her ancestors."

Goliathan stood there, a look on his face as he left to go to his room as Alma just sighed heavily to return to the room. Once entering the room she put on her biggest smile, no need to scare the children during these dark times as she asked, "Who would like to hear a story!~" Many wynglings bustled to scream me! Me! Alma of course nodded, pulling out a book to ease their minds.

----

Downgrade:

- DEATH: Here (Unknown Illness)

Yep... She is dead, I had ideas for her but let's be honest, with as many kids I had it was gonna be three years later before I begun it!

May she rest in peace with Chii'falla and always be remembered in my heart.

MAX WYNS