“What are you doing?” His friend was curled up in his room, staring into his closet. He started at the sound of his voice.
“Shh!” He hastily snatched up his arm, dragging him inside and checking to make sure there was no one outside the door. He shut it behind him and turned with excitement dancing off his face. “You have to see this!” Dragging him to the closet he gestured inside.
There was a box in the closet, like the ones used to move house, and inside was a tiny creature. It couldn’t have been more than two hand lengths long, with dark, bumpy skin, and was gnawing on a piece of fruit bigger than it was. They stayed there for a moment, staring in pride and confusion respectively, before he realized what they were looking at.
“Is that one of those weird things that have been wandering around trying to eat everything?” he asked. His friend nodded. “How did you get a hold of one?!”
“I was in the junkyard,” he said with the excitement that came from a good story, “there was a whole nest of them. I didn’t see a mother so I though I could just take one.” He looked at his friend like he’d lost his mind, which to be fair he was all but certain he had.
“Why?! Have you seen how big those things get?! You can’t keep it in your closet forever! And what if the mom tracks you down?!” His friend scoffed.
“Animals don’t do that,” he said, “said so in one of my books. She’ll call it lost and keep to the others.” He reached down to stroke the creature’s back and was bit for his troubles. “I’m hoping by the time my parents find out she’ll have bonded to me and they’ll have to let me keep her.” He resisted the urge to facepalm.
“And how are you going to feed something that’s bigger than you are?”
“I’ll get a job.”
“And how are you gonna know how to take care of it?” He seemed to contemplate that for a moment, then leaned back smugly and shrugged.
Given how big and odd the multiverse is: a species of sentients made of completely inedible material that can't be drained of energy or simply not made of matter and not requiring energy to live. They encounter proto-Ossys and think that they make lovely pets/work animals.
Oh that could not end well. I mean I’m sure it’d be a while before things didn’t go well for the hypothetical species but that cannot go well for the rest of the, well, everything
More thenixkat-Ossy fanfic! We haven’t seen a lot with Winds, but hopefully I haven’t messed things up too bad. The non-Shadows need love too after all.
He took several long, deep breathes, trying to will his heart rate down. His brain kept yelling that he should keep running, that he would quickly be found in his spot behind a small cluster of boulders, but he stayed rooted. There was no way he could outrun those things, the only hope was to wait and hope they lost interest.
The creatures were hidden in the tall grass without so much as a sound warning as to their whereabouts. All he could see from his position, hunkered down and shielded from the direction he’d come, was a single large tuft of hair just breaching the top of the grass. It was difficult to make out, the grayish-green color blending into the foliage, but he could just see the pale gold edging and the way it flicked and swayed. At least one of the monsters was still on the hunt, and it was getting closer.
Pressing his back against the larger of the stones he screwed his eyes shut, silently praying that the beast would pass him by, harder than he had ever prayed before to his Lord to please save him from this horror-
He heard soft clicks from atop the boulder.
Now audibly mumbling prayers, water dripping down his cheeks, he turned his head up and cracked open his eyes.
A part of him registered it’s long build and thick, whiskey-brown skin, the mane that matched the tail tuft- the tail tuft raised high in the air- deep reddish splotches along it’s body, and large green and gold eyes. The rest of him registered a pair of massive serrated teeth inches from his face. He was out of options.
He threw himself away from the boulders, turning and lashing out at the beast just in time for the jolt of searing pain in his back. Breath knocked from him by the shock he looked down in time to see a large grey head tear away, fang and claw leaving deep, bleeding gashes in his flesh. The second beast reared back for another strike, more appearing from the grass around them as he felt hot breath and glanced up in time to see the brown’s fangs as they reached his eyes
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.
thenixkat said: YAY! Chicks hunting down fat poor flying birdies!
Itty-Ossys figuring out how to kill efficiently. Grown-Ossys breaking the limbs of the fat birdies and bringing them back to the teeny-Ossys to practice their pouncing on. Ossys who've never seen a chick because their eggs are taken away still adopting teenies and itties from the nurseries and teaching them what they know.
I haven't edited this and yet my only worry is that I've fucked up my description... That and some of these lines I'll never be happy with.
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He does not want to be out here. The night is dark and misty, a swirling cloud of moisture and ink blackness that even the floodlights cannot pierce and he knows as he sits that somewhere in that shadowy expanse the enemy is watching. All glowing eyes, teeth, and claws, waiting to bare down on him. To split his stomach, pierce his throat, have his steaming intestines trail from its jaws and slid down its gaping maw.
His grip on his weapon tightens.
Sentry duty was never fun, long hours alone in the dead of night, bored out of your skull, but at least before they had been peaceful. Now, now the forest is silent where it had once been full of life. Birds do not call, insects do not chirp, nobody has seen a kayr in days. They all know what lies outside the gate, watching them, waiting for them, but not attacking. Nobody knows why.
He has never seen one of them, but his best friend swears he has. The beast had drug a kayr to the edge of the forest, directly in front of the gate, as he stood guard. It was massive, he said, all dark skin and rippling muscle, fangs like hunting knives, eyes like a fire, and it had watched him. Just, stared as it ate its prey, bones and all. Only when the creature had slipped silently and suddenly back into the brush had he realized he hadn’t so much as breathed under that stare. Several of their squad mates think he’s a liar trying to scare them.
It’s worked.
If the beast truly watched him from across the gate then they know where they are. They know, and are doing nothing. He cannot shake the idea that their foes are toying with them.
He thinks of the wall, thick and solid, and briefly entertains the though that they cannot get in, but the idea flits away like one of the bugs that have disappeared. All their forts have the same giant wall containing them and nobody lives within this wall, soldier or civilian, who does not know the fate of those fortresses. One by one each has gone silent, some suddenly stopping contact, others getting out a last distress signal before they were overtaken.
Those are the worst. He has heard one of these transmissions. The speaker’s sobs will haunt him for as long as he lives.
The last transmission had come five days ago, the last refugees four. Three days ago the kayr disappeared. They have shored up their defenses as best they can in the meanwhile, piling goods and scrap against the gate with only a small spot for a guard. Long before they had rigged the top of the wall with razor wire and fire, and yesterday a group of men was sent to circle them with more wire.
They succeeded.
They never made it back inside.
His heart stops as a splash of color appears through the mist. Twin points of blue floating in the darkness. Slowly, they begin to grow, coming closer, and he finds he cannot look away as the hulking form slides gracefully from the night. Its thick, dark skin is littered with golden stripes and jagged scars that shine in the floodlights, lights that glint off its fangs as it flexes its jaw. A thick ridge of hair runs down its back, long tail following behind, cutting through the mist like a saber as it sways. Before he can breathe the creature is at the gate, watching him with those glowing eyes just as he watches it. It lifts a mighty paw, easily the size of his hand and armed with knife-like claws, and places it gently on the gate. Now he understands how his friend could be so entranced. This creature is massive and magnificent, every movement radiating with strength and power, and so much intelligence is reflected in its eyes. He does not even think before lifting his hand, placing it opposite the great paw.
“Amazing…” His voice is quiet and airy and the beast’s lips twitch in response. It begins to purr, head tilting to the side, and he can almost believe the creature is laughing as it peers over his shoulder
thenixkat said: Aquatic parents teaching Winds chick 2 swim.Exhausted Extremist parents working hard to feed a Shadow chick.Extremist chick riding on its Winds siblings’ backs as they migrate to see over the grass.Aquatic chick showing its Shadow siblings how 2 fish
Too Cute: Ossy Edition
Winds getting their Shadow sibling to brute force things for them
Extremist parents diving into the water cause some beastie is threatening their Aquatic chick
Proto2 adoptions: Aquatics trying to raise a Wind breed chick and it running circles around its adopted family. Some Extremists taking care of a young Shadow and have to make it a nest because its gotten to big to fit inside their burrow. Some Winds take their chicks out for their 1st hunt + panic when they loose sight of their Extremist chick in the tall grass. An Aquatic chick trying to climb trees w/ its Shadow siblings + failing.
Awww!
Aquatics adopting Shadows that struggle to keep up in the water
Extremists raising Aquatics that instinctively dive for every. fucking. puddle
Shadows adopting Winds and trying to get them to stop waving their tails around during hunts
