Guess who wrote thenixkat more Ossy fanfic because she is doomed for life. I'm saying here, I'm sorry if anything is wrong, I tried to be vague about the things I don't know anything about.
Warning: Implied suicide and mentioned child death
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Silence reigned.
The once lush and vibrant planet shuddered and crumbled beneath the weight of disaster. Dust storms rolled across what had once been vast forests, rivers and lakes that had teemed with life stagnated with waste. Even the cities, far from masterpieces of nature but still rife with movement and sound and excitement, sat coldly; tall structures looming over empty streets, like mourners at the grave of the world.
Black and charred, the building stood despite the loss of its eastern corner. The fires that had lapped at its steely walls had long died away and taken with it the screams of the refugees. In the smaller cracks their blood still lied dry and cracked, puddles and trails of urine and feces pockmarked its floors. The daycare that had once served as a haven, a desperate attempt to shield the children’s eyes from the horrors ravaging their home, still echoed with their terror in the gashes along wall and floor, the tattered remains.
Several windows had been shattered, their glass littering the street and sidewalks below, shards casting a certain sparkle upon their puddles of rust-brown. The stains inside spilled out onto the roads.
It was to this solemn scene the ship arrived. With a dull roar it landed, releasing a small flock of figures onto the paving stones before the building. One, huddled in the center of the mass, poked at a small tablet while the others clutched their weapons tight and cautiously eyed the surrounding streets and architecture. She hummed and nodded towards the building. Slowly and as one they approached, stepping lightly over the remains of the smashed door, holding their breath as they scanned the lobby.
Here alone there was a breath of life to the city in the form of three heavy bodies strewn about. Each was easily twice the size of the figures, excepting one laying beneath a bevy of chairs, using what appeared to be a femur for a pillow, that was merely as large as the greatest of them. They didn’t move to attack, and the gentle rise and fall of their rough, dark hides exposed them as deep in sleep.
A wave of relief crashed over the group.
They happily chirped and cried amongst themselves as several headed back for the ship for the rest of their equipment. As the others went over the plans for the creatures, the largest of them approached the adolescent. She bent low, eying the beast’s engorged belly, and reached out a clawed wing. Carefully, she patted his neck, just in front of the thick metal collar.
