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Box 1: Cameron is using wind magic to help clean up. Trying to use a gust of air to move a piece of wood along to a pile over to the side, but he is finding it very hard to control his magic and something just feels off....
Independent Wing Magic
Enhanced Hearing: 2/2
Speedy Movement: 2/2
Manipulate Sound: 2/2
Wind Gusts: 2/2

Cameron's pose was inspired by this image, fav.me/d676gqb By

Box 2: Here we have a suffering Angela, and here is a little story...

It was finally over, the evil spite that had sat upon the Nova Tree was dead. The darkness that surrounded the village lifted. Not completely, but enough to give everyone a little sense of hope. People started to scurry around the small village of wynsiph as they cleaned up the broken and destroyed village. The spites starting to take over the town, not hurting anyone too bad, but following their every movement, tormenting the young children of the town.

Angela lay in Doctor F's office, a large scratch across her back, blood dripping from her ears. She could feel the wounds starting to throb. The blood feeling warm against her skin. Suddenly, there was a cold, soft feeling against her skin causing her to jump slightly. Her eyes darted open to see Doctor F dabbing her wounds with a wet cloth, cleaning her up as she laid there. She could see his mouth moving as if he was speaking, but she couldn't hear a thing. She hissed and her eyes closed again when the doctor pressed the cloth against one of the long scratches that stretched across her back. Not long after, she was completely bandaged and the blood cleared from her skin.

She sniffed at the air. It smelt fowl and like rotting flesh. Looking out the window, she looked at the once beautiful Nova tree that now stood dark and broken. Nova shards scattered the across the crowned, along with parts and pieces of surrounding buildings that once stood tall and proud. The mayor could be seen, resting a paw on one of the broken branches, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Angela could feel her heart wrench, her eyes starting to sting of threatening tears as she watched the gros outside the window bustling around, trying to help clean up all the wreckage.

Suddenly a Yittles face appeared in the window. Angela jumped and almost screamed from not only being frightened by the evil creature's big toothy grin and glowing eyes, but also from the pain she felt from just moving slightly. The sight of the ugly creature made her growl lowly before yelling into the now empty room.

"Go away you evil thing~!" She bared her teeth as she shifted to try and get up from her bed to chase the yittle away. She stumbled back onto the bed, unable to stand to her feet before she looked to the door to see Doctor F walking in with a larger, scared up purple gro who Angela immediately recognized as her mother. She looked over tranquility, noticing the large scars that now covered the mother's face and chest. Her heart skips a beat when she see's that her mother is now missing a leg.

"M-Mom...~!" Tears started to swell in her eyes. Her mother was hurt, and she couldn't protect her.

"......" She watched the purple gro approach her and saw her talking, but Angela couldn't hear her.

"W-What?" Angela stuttered and watch Tranquility speak, but again, no noise could reach her.

Tranquility's face went sad as she turned to Doctor F. She watched the two speak before Tran sat beside Angela and gently rubbed her cheek against her daughters.

"M-Mom, Why can't I hear you?" She looked to her mother but was met with nothing but sad eyes and an arm wrapping around Angela.

"Mom~! Why won't you answer me~!? Why can't I hear you~!?" Tears stung at Angela's eye as they slowly started to fall. Angela's head leaning up to the older Gro. "Mom, I can't hear you. Why can't I hear you. I... I......"

Angela sat there with tears running down her face and falling to the floor. Her mother gently rubbing her cheek against her daughter's in hopes that it will help calm her down.

Angela cried for what felt like an eternity before she exhausted herself to the point of sleep.

647 words
Mentioned in story:
Dr F who belongs to Wyngrow
Tranquility who belongs to

Box 3: Here we have a very curious Saja wondering why Alma seems so stressed out and unhappy. The young wyngling has no idea what is going on.

10/655

Description
Box 1: Cameron is using wind magic to help clean up. Trying to use a gust of air to move a piece of wood along to a pile over to the side, but he is finding it very hard to control his magic and something just feels off....
Independent Wing Magic
Enhanced Hearing: 2/2
Speedy Movement: 2/2
Manipulate Sound: 2/2
Wind Gusts: 2/2

Cameron's pose was inspired by this image, fav.me/d676gqb By

Box 2: Here we have a suffering Angela, and here is a little story...

It was finally over, the evil spite that had sat upon the Nova Tree was dead. The darkness that surrounded the village lifted. Not completely, but enough to give everyone a little sense of hope. People started to scurry around the small village of wynsiph as they cleaned up the broken and destroyed village. The spites starting to take over the town, not hurting anyone too bad, but following their every movement, tormenting the young children of the town.

Angela lay in Doctor F's office, a large scratch across her back, blood dripping from her ears. She could feel the wounds starting to throb. The blood feeling warm against her skin. Suddenly, there was a cold, soft feeling against her skin causing her to jump slightly. Her eyes darted open to see Doctor F dabbing her wounds with a wet cloth, cleaning her up as she laid there. She could see his mouth moving as if he was speaking, but she couldn't hear a thing. She hissed and her eyes closed again when the doctor pressed the cloth against one of the long scratches that stretched across her back. Not long after, she was completely bandaged and the blood cleared from her skin.

She sniffed at the air. It smelt fowl and like rotting flesh. Looking out the window, she looked at the once beautiful Nova tree that now stood dark and broken. Nova shards scattered the across the crowned, along with parts and pieces of surrounding buildings that once stood tall and proud. The mayor could be seen, resting a paw on one of the broken branches, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Angela could feel her heart wrench, her eyes starting to sting of threatening tears as she watched the gros outside the window bustling around, trying to help clean up all the wreckage.

Suddenly a Yittles face appeared in the window. Angela jumped and almost screamed from not only being frightened by the evil creature's big toothy grin and glowing eyes, but also from the pain she felt from just moving slightly. The sight of the ugly creature made her growl lowly before yelling into the now empty room.

"Go away you evil thing~!" She bared her teeth as she shifted to try and get up from her bed to chase the yittle away. She stumbled back onto the bed, unable to stand to her feet before she looked to the door to see Doctor F walking in with a larger, scared up purple gro who Angela immediately recognized as her mother. She looked over tranquility, noticing the large scars that now covered the mother's face and chest. Her heart skips a beat when she see's that her mother is now missing a leg.

"M-Mom...~!" Tears started to swell in her eyes. Her mother was hurt, and she couldn't protect her.

"......" She watched the purple gro approach her and saw her talking, but Angela couldn't hear her.

"W-What?" Angela stuttered and watch Tranquility speak, but again, no noise could reach her.

Tranquility's face went sad as she turned to Doctor F. She watched the two speak before Tran sat beside Angela and gently rubbed her cheek against her daughters.

"M-Mom, Why can't I hear you?" She looked to her mother but was met with nothing but sad eyes and an arm wrapping around Angela.

"Mom~! Why won't you answer me~!? Why can't I hear you~!?" Tears stung at Angela's eye as they slowly started to fall. Angela's head leaning up to the older Gro. "Mom, I can't hear you. Why can't I hear you. I... I......"

Angela sat there with tears running down her face and falling to the floor. Her mother gently rubbing her cheek against her daughter's in hopes that it will help calm her down.

Angela cried for what felt like an eternity before she exhausted herself to the point of sleep.

647 words
Mentioned in story:
Dr F who belongs to Wyngrow
Tranquility who belongs to

Box 3: Here we have a very curious Saja wondering why Alma seems so stressed out and unhappy. The young wyngling has no idea what is going on.

10/655