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People assumed that Dreemur never wanted to do anything. They were wrong, but it wasn't hard to see how they'd get that impression. He came off as timid, but really the Nook was just too crowded and too noisy and he could barely hear himself think. He shied away from other wyngrew not because he was shy, but because he cried easy and the wynglings had made a game out of startling him because they thought that was funny. On top of that, he was five months old-- old enough to almost get his first set of elbow spurs, one of the most defining signs of a wyngro's age-- but he was still undersized and, most importantly, still a wyngling. So, when wyngrew looked and saw Dreemur off on his own in a corner, or asleep in his bunk even as other wynglings played nearby, they assumed he was reclusive and was too shy to go out and have any fun.

Citrus knew better. Sure, he'd given Dree a few bad scares before (the story he told before Warptide came to mind easily, which came to bite him on the tail when some sort of odd magical mutation gave several wyngrew unfortunately-placed wings and Dree had ran away shrieking) but he knew first-hand that, if given enough reassurance and with a close friend (like, say, himself), the small wyngling went from "quiet and timid" to "loud and unstoppable". Such was the case right now.

"Chee-hoo!" Citrus tumbled head-over-heels down the grassy hill with a shout. Dreemur watched him go, eyes wide, before hollering and following suit. The orange wyngro had the head start, and therefore hit the bottom of the hill first, but barely had time to right himself and catch his breath before Dree hit him hard in the chest at Mach 5. Citrus wheezed and toppled over. "Ow."

"Oh-- oh gosh, are you okay?!" Dree's eyes were wide with concern, but at the same time he was struggling to suppress laughter. He'd landed standing up on his friend's chest when the bipedal wyngro had fallen, and he peered at Citrus's face to assess potential injury. Citrus laid where he was, feigning unconsciousness. It was a great act up until Dree reared up and slammed both front paws down hard on his chest. The resulting sound could best be described as a honk. That only set off a round of laughter from them both, and Dree dodged the playful swat Citrus aimed in his direction.

Citrus managed to get Dree off him before he adjusted himself mostly upright. Dreemur watched him as he rested in a crouch, legs tucked under him and tail swung out behind to keep his balance, then yelped as the orange wyngro sprung forward. He flattened himself to the ground just in time to avoid Citrus colliding with him. "Come on!" Citrus cajoled him. "It's not over yet!" He pounced again, and this time Dree dodged away rather than laying prone. Both wyngrew landed four-footed in the grass, Citrus's posture off due to being more suited for two legs, and aimed beaky grins at each other.

Dree bent his forelegs and wagged his tiny nub of a tail. "Okay, Tangy, two can do that! I-- I'll follow your lead!" Citrus paused, trying to think of what Dreemur meant by that, then the small wyngling had launched himself at his face. Citrus yelped and bolted off to the side; as soon as Dree landed, coughing up dirt, the wyngling gave chase. " 'Come on!' " he said in a pretty okay imitation of his friend. "I thought you wanted to play?"

"That was before you went for my jugular!"

im scre am ing

IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO REALIZE I WAS SPELLING DREEMUR'S NAME WRONG? FML

word count: 611

Citrus:
+ folded ears
prompt: PUMP UP THE VOLUME!

Dreemur:
+ freckles
prompt: ask #1 - dree you don't even have visible elbows

+4 (2 fullbodies), +1 bg, +1 story, +3 weekly prompt

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Description
People assumed that Dreemur never wanted to do anything. They were wrong, but it wasn't hard to see how they'd get that impression. He came off as timid, but really the Nook was just too crowded and too noisy and he could barely hear himself think. He shied away from other wyngrew not because he was shy, but because he cried easy and the wynglings had made a game out of startling him because they thought that was funny. On top of that, he was five months old-- old enough to almost get his first set of elbow spurs, one of the most defining signs of a wyngro's age-- but he was still undersized and, most importantly, still a wyngling. So, when wyngrew looked and saw Dreemur off on his own in a corner, or asleep in his bunk even as other wynglings played nearby, they assumed he was reclusive and was too shy to go out and have any fun.

Citrus knew better. Sure, he'd given Dree a few bad scares before (the story he told before Warptide came to mind easily, which came to bite him on the tail when some sort of odd magical mutation gave several wyngrew unfortunately-placed wings and Dree had ran away shrieking) but he knew first-hand that, if given enough reassurance and with a close friend (like, say, himself), the small wyngling went from "quiet and timid" to "loud and unstoppable". Such was the case right now.

"Chee-hoo!" Citrus tumbled head-over-heels down the grassy hill with a shout. Dreemur watched him go, eyes wide, before hollering and following suit. The orange wyngro had the head start, and therefore hit the bottom of the hill first, but barely had time to right himself and catch his breath before Dree hit him hard in the chest at Mach 5. Citrus wheezed and toppled over. "Ow."

"Oh-- oh gosh, are you okay?!" Dree's eyes were wide with concern, but at the same time he was struggling to suppress laughter. He'd landed standing up on his friend's chest when the bipedal wyngro had fallen, and he peered at Citrus's face to assess potential injury. Citrus laid where he was, feigning unconsciousness. It was a great act up until Dree reared up and slammed both front paws down hard on his chest. The resulting sound could best be described as a honk. That only set off a round of laughter from them both, and Dree dodged the playful swat Citrus aimed in his direction.

Citrus managed to get Dree off him before he adjusted himself mostly upright. Dreemur watched him as he rested in a crouch, legs tucked under him and tail swung out behind to keep his balance, then yelped as the orange wyngro sprung forward. He flattened himself to the ground just in time to avoid Citrus colliding with him. "Come on!" Citrus cajoled him. "It's not over yet!" He pounced again, and this time Dree dodged away rather than laying prone. Both wyngrew landed four-footed in the grass, Citrus's posture off due to being more suited for two legs, and aimed beaky grins at each other.

Dree bent his forelegs and wagged his tiny nub of a tail. "Okay, Tangy, two can do that! I-- I'll follow your lead!" Citrus paused, trying to think of what Dreemur meant by that, then the small wyngling had launched himself at his face. Citrus yelped and bolted off to the side; as soon as Dree landed, coughing up dirt, the wyngling gave chase. " 'Come on!' " he said in a pretty okay imitation of his friend. "I thought you wanted to play?"

"That was before you went for my jugular!"

im scre am ing

IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO REALIZE I WAS SPELLING DREEMUR'S NAME WRONG? FML

word count: 611

Citrus:
+ folded ears
prompt: PUMP UP THE VOLUME!

Dreemur:
+ freckles
prompt: ask #1 - dree you don't even have visible elbows

+4 (2 fullbodies), +1 bg, +1 story, +3 weekly prompt

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