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The rain came down in sheets, flooding the town of Wynsiph. It slammed down onto the roofs of houses, and the paths had a beautiful sheen to it as it began to pour from the heavens above.

Cynder padded through the field by her home, wading through a mass of ankle-height grass, encrusted with dew that glistened like jewels. She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered, flicking water from her tail that trailed lifelessly behind her.

She made no effort to rush for cover as she made her way to her destination. She didn’t quite mind the rain, and the way that she was feeling now; she didn’t actually care how wet her pelt was.

Her head was flooded with thoughts that fought against her like the winds that she was battling with on her journey to nowhere. She struggled to notice whether it was rainwater or tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

“Why do I feel this way?” she whimpered to herself. Her voice was silent in comparison to the roar of the coming storm.

The teen was so distracted by the voices in her head that she had no idea where she was actually heading. She found herself at the entrance of a forest. It seemed thick and dry in there, at least, she could be away from home, away from people, dry and with nature, which appeared to be her only companion.

Cynder shook her head, water flying from her ears and her hair clung to her face. Her paws were numb from treading on such cold ground, and her once beautiful, silky plumage stuck together in wet clumps. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t fly with her wings in that state.

She glanced down at her reflection in a puddle that had formed between her feet from the water that she had collected in her thick fur. It was true; she certainly was a sight, but not one that people would want to behold…

Cynder felt her eyes well up as she started at the state of her awful appearance; she was a wreck! She took of running, kicking up dirt and wet grass as she ran. She didn’t know why she was running… it was as if she were trying to run away from herself…

The further she ran, the deeper into the forest she progressed. She continued until she ran out of breath and collapsed into a pile onto the muddy ground. She was angry. She was cold. She was wet. And she was lost…

The purple wyngro propped herself up against a tree behind her and wiped her hair from her face as she waited until her fur dried. She began to feel incredibly grateful for the thick ceiling of leaves above her.

She didn’t know how long she sat by that tree for, but she didn’t care. She felt numb inside and out now. With a tiny amount of strength left, she spread out her wings. Still too damp to fly… but at least she could hide in them.

Tucking her head between her knees, she wrapped her feathers around her slender, almost malnourished frame, and sobbed.

It wasn’t even a couple of minutes before she sensed a presence beside her. She prayed that it was just her imagination, was too nervous to look. She felt her glands begin to glow a gentle, warm orange as she enhanced her senses.

A crunching sound of claws against leaves grew closer and closer and stopped at her side. She was sure someone was there; she could even hear their gentle breath. She couldn’t run away, she was too tired! She was too shy to face whatever, or whoever this creature was.

“Are you lost, my lady?”

A voice of silk sounded from her side, causing Cynder’s fur to stand on end. She knew that voice… she knew who it must be…

Cautiously, she peered around her feathered barrier and her eyes met with a pair of startlingly beautiful crimson eyes.

“A-Azoth,” Cynder gasped shyly, her gaze not leaving the purple imp.

Azoth grinned softly, kneeling down beside the teen and wrapping his slender tail around his legs.

“...are you alright?”

It was clear to him that Cynder had been crying, and that question pushed her to tears even more. She sighed, brushing her hair away from her eyes and looked down.

“I don’t want to talk about it...” she mumbled, almost inaudible.

Azoth’s smile faded. He knew that there was no persuading her, and thus remained silent.

An awkward silence fell between the two. The imp glanced at his companion; she was still drenched, and visibly trembling. Whilst he wasn’t sure what to do to help the situation, he knew how to help the state that she was in.

A gentle, pink glow caught Cynder’s attention. She whipped her head around to see an elegant flame dancing in the palms of Azoth’s paws. The magician waved a hand around the small inferno, and Cynder watching in awe as it intertwined around it. She could feel the heat coming off the fire, and she purred quietly. She began to calm down, and the tears began to cease as well.

“I suppose you do not know fire magic, do you, young one?” Azoth grinned again, his eyes never leaving the flame. Cynder shook her head.

“I’m still practising wind magic, and… that’s all I know...”

“Do you not have a scholarship to Ms. Jurant’s magic classes?”

“No, I never get a place in time. B-besides, I like working independently most of the time.”

Cynder felt her tail began to flick up and down. She’d spoken to Azoth a couple of times before, but never really had a proper conversation with him.

Minutes turned to hours, and the two wyngrew were so engaged in the conversation that they didn’t realise how late it was.

“...shouldn’t you be heading home, young one?” Azoth spoke, standing up and stretching his neck.

Cynder’s face fell… she had absolutely no idea where she was!

“U-Um...” she began, “I… w-well...uh...”

Azoth smirked with amusement.

“Here, come back with me. You can spend the night at my place, and we can find your home in the morning.”

The imp stretched out his paw and offered it to her. Cynder’s face flushed a bright red as she sheepishly as she took a hold of her claws and pulled her off the muddy forest ground.

She continued to follow Azoth back to his cottage. It was nothing special, and it was quite similar to her cabin; warm, cosy, and had a distinct scent of tea.

Her host began taking cushions and blanket from upstairs and placed them down on the sofa.

“I’m afraid this is the best bed I can offer you to spend the night in...” Azoth sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

Cynder giggled.

“Aww, it’s fine! Honestly, I’m real grateful for your hospitality!”

Azoth smirked once more.

“Well, if you need anything, I’ll be upstairs. Sleep well, young one...”

Before she knew it, the imp left the room.

The girl bundled herself up in the blankets until she was covered up to the tip of her muzzle.

“Night, Azzy...” she whispered, praying that in the morning, she’ll find her way home...

Hhhhhh this took way too long XD

I love Azzy, I really wanted him to interact with Cynder again ;w;

YAY SLEEPOVER! ;W;

Cynder - Me
Azoth -

2 fullbodies + 1 NPC + story

6/450

Description

The rain came down in sheets, flooding the town of Wynsiph. It slammed down onto the roofs of houses, and the paths had a beautiful sheen to it as it began to pour from the heavens above.

Cynder padded through the field by her home, wading through a mass of ankle-height grass, encrusted with dew that glistened like jewels. She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered, flicking water from her tail that trailed lifelessly behind her.

She made no effort to rush for cover as she made her way to her destination. She didn’t quite mind the rain, and the way that she was feeling now; she didn’t actually care how wet her pelt was.

Her head was flooded with thoughts that fought against her like the winds that she was battling with on her journey to nowhere. She struggled to notice whether it was rainwater or tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

“Why do I feel this way?” she whimpered to herself. Her voice was silent in comparison to the roar of the coming storm.

The teen was so distracted by the voices in her head that she had no idea where she was actually heading. She found herself at the entrance of a forest. It seemed thick and dry in there, at least, she could be away from home, away from people, dry and with nature, which appeared to be her only companion.

Cynder shook her head, water flying from her ears and her hair clung to her face. Her paws were numb from treading on such cold ground, and her once beautiful, silky plumage stuck together in wet clumps. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t fly with her wings in that state.

She glanced down at her reflection in a puddle that had formed between her feet from the water that she had collected in her thick fur. It was true; she certainly was a sight, but not one that people would want to behold…

Cynder felt her eyes well up as she started at the state of her awful appearance; she was a wreck! She took of running, kicking up dirt and wet grass as she ran. She didn’t know why she was running… it was as if she were trying to run away from herself…

The further she ran, the deeper into the forest she progressed. She continued until she ran out of breath and collapsed into a pile onto the muddy ground. She was angry. She was cold. She was wet. And she was lost…

The purple wyngro propped herself up against a tree behind her and wiped her hair from her face as she waited until her fur dried. She began to feel incredibly grateful for the thick ceiling of leaves above her.

She didn’t know how long she sat by that tree for, but she didn’t care. She felt numb inside and out now. With a tiny amount of strength left, she spread out her wings. Still too damp to fly… but at least she could hide in them.

Tucking her head between her knees, she wrapped her feathers around her slender, almost malnourished frame, and sobbed.

It wasn’t even a couple of minutes before she sensed a presence beside her. She prayed that it was just her imagination, was too nervous to look. She felt her glands begin to glow a gentle, warm orange as she enhanced her senses.

A crunching sound of claws against leaves grew closer and closer and stopped at her side. She was sure someone was there; she could even hear their gentle breath. She couldn’t run away, she was too tired! She was too shy to face whatever, or whoever this creature was.

“Are you lost, my lady?”

A voice of silk sounded from her side, causing Cynder’s fur to stand on end. She knew that voice… she knew who it must be…

Cautiously, she peered around her feathered barrier and her eyes met with a pair of startlingly beautiful crimson eyes.

“A-Azoth,” Cynder gasped shyly, her gaze not leaving the purple imp.

Azoth grinned softly, kneeling down beside the teen and wrapping his slender tail around his legs.

“...are you alright?”

It was clear to him that Cynder had been crying, and that question pushed her to tears even more. She sighed, brushing her hair away from her eyes and looked down.

“I don’t want to talk about it...” she mumbled, almost inaudible.

Azoth’s smile faded. He knew that there was no persuading her, and thus remained silent.

An awkward silence fell between the two. The imp glanced at his companion; she was still drenched, and visibly trembling. Whilst he wasn’t sure what to do to help the situation, he knew how to help the state that she was in.

A gentle, pink glow caught Cynder’s attention. She whipped her head around to see an elegant flame dancing in the palms of Azoth’s paws. The magician waved a hand around the small inferno, and Cynder watching in awe as it intertwined around it. She could feel the heat coming off the fire, and she purred quietly. She began to calm down, and the tears began to cease as well.

“I suppose you do not know fire magic, do you, young one?” Azoth grinned again, his eyes never leaving the flame. Cynder shook her head.

“I’m still practising wind magic, and… that’s all I know...”

“Do you not have a scholarship to Ms. Jurant’s magic classes?”

“No, I never get a place in time. B-besides, I like working independently most of the time.”

Cynder felt her tail began to flick up and down. She’d spoken to Azoth a couple of times before, but never really had a proper conversation with him.

Minutes turned to hours, and the two wyngrew were so engaged in the conversation that they didn’t realise how late it was.

“...shouldn’t you be heading home, young one?” Azoth spoke, standing up and stretching his neck.

Cynder’s face fell… she had absolutely no idea where she was!

“U-Um...” she began, “I… w-well...uh...”

Azoth smirked with amusement.

“Here, come back with me. You can spend the night at my place, and we can find your home in the morning.”

The imp stretched out his paw and offered it to her. Cynder’s face flushed a bright red as she sheepishly as she took a hold of her claws and pulled her off the muddy forest ground.

She continued to follow Azoth back to his cottage. It was nothing special, and it was quite similar to her cabin; warm, cosy, and had a distinct scent of tea.

Her host began taking cushions and blanket from upstairs and placed them down on the sofa.

“I’m afraid this is the best bed I can offer you to spend the night in...” Azoth sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

Cynder giggled.

“Aww, it’s fine! Honestly, I’m real grateful for your hospitality!”

Azoth smirked once more.

“Well, if you need anything, I’ll be upstairs. Sleep well, young one...”

Before she knew it, the imp left the room.

The girl bundled herself up in the blankets until she was covered up to the tip of her muzzle.

“Night, Azzy...” she whispered, praying that in the morning, she’ll find her way home...

Hhhhhh this took way too long XD

I love Azzy, I really wanted him to interact with Cynder again ;w;

YAY SLEEPOVER! ;W;

Cynder - Me
Azoth -

2 fullbodies + 1 NPC + story

6/450