Description
Apollo had been in the nook when he had his first encounter with the illness. He was reading his favourite novel by the fireplace. When suddenly one of the wynglings near him began to cough and shudder uncontrollably, black ooze bursting from their glands, their nose and their mouth. It was terrifying, he immediately backed away, eyes wide. An adult hastily scooped up the infected and rushed them away, hopefully away to somewhere… safer? He didn’t understand. what was happening? did he miss something? Clamping his toothless jaws shut his vivid imagination ran wild. Demons are possessing them and trying to escape! they were going to explode! Everyone is dying! I have to leave… I have to leave!! Where to? The forest! I know my way around... sort of. It’ll have to do! I can do it! The purple wyngling nodded solemnly to himself and set himself to work. He hurried into his room and slammed the door shut. Swiftly slinging his belt across his chest and tucking his wooden ‘blade’ he used for plays neatly into its sheath. Holding his favourite book in his mouth the wyngling sped outside, newly infected wyngrew falling left and right. Xander- Oh chii he forgot about Xander! But… He didn’t want to go back inside. He didn’t want to explode. Xander can live without him for a while. He’ll be fine.
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Belt
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