on fallen wings
For reasons unknown to anyone else, a mother wyvern has rejected her newborn wyvern and refuses to care for it. The task is now up to some brave volunteers to acquire a friend for life… or the scars. [Grants Flying +1]
“Stop it—” Leathery wings wind tighter around his arms despite Andrei’s best efforts to disentangle himself, the tiny dragon seemingly latching onto the first source of warmth it has found in the cold of the Abyss. He is no expert on the type of mounts most commonly found in Thracia, but it’s obvious at a glance that this is an infant.
Why would one so small be found here, fallen so far from the skies? Without outside aid, it would be impossible for it to survive here for long... but how does one even begin to take care of something like this?
As if hearing his thoughts, the little thing opens its mouth, where just a few tiny fangs had poked out of soft flesh, and lets out a shrill cry, then another, claws clutching him tight as though pleading for something.
“Are you— are you hungry?” At a complete loss, Andrei can only make the most obvious guess when it came to animals and children. Of course, the infant does not answer him, merely crawls its way up his arm with fumbling steps. “Wait—”
It’s clear that he is incapable of helping the situation, and with that thought, Andrei turns, struggling to keep the baby dragon from crawling all the way onto his face as he begins making his way towards the tunnels leading to the surface, barely being able to see the way forward with the pair of twitching wings obstructing his field of vision. The dragon doesn’t belong here, that much is certain.
@heavenlywinds