#rhyss

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

I don't write Rhyss very often but I was thinking about him recently. He has bat wings, but he isn't a demon, and it occurred to me to give him some more batty features? Slightly elongated feet/toes, finger webbing, larger ears?

[thebluevipersden]

- Eeeeasy noOow, lil' lady... Calm down... - Raaawr, rawr!!! Grrr-rrrh!!! Hissssssss!

Bane vs. @deepbluespace4 's OC, Rhyss :D

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[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

▶️Rhyss, slam a car door shut on your wing 😈

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The winged young man isn't paying attention to the vehicle as he steps out of it - only to the beautiful sight before him. Rolling, open fields that lead down to a sparkling pond. The breeze in his hair. Space to fly! Far, far away from towns, cities, people...

He whips the door shut without thinking -

And in a second, with a single slam and snap, his joy is shattered. Rhyss spends his vacation nursing his broken wing and staring longingly at the open sky.

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Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Swollen and tender+ twist and sprain for Rhyss

from Very Specific Whump Prompts Part 1

15. A twist or sprain 16. Swollen and tender

Content Warnings: wing whump, falling, sprain

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"Just - ow - just a - ow, ow - just pulled some-something."

Rhyss tells himself this as he sits in a grassy spot beside a creek and slowly tries to stretch out the wing. The wing he just landed on, to be specific.

Finally able to fly after days lying low, avoiding capture, the winged young man may have...over done it, a little.

"OW!"

Okay, maybe more than a little.

Rhyss whines sharply as stretching his batlike wing out to its full span sends needles of pain down the top of it. He quickly folds both wings back in and forces himself to look at the source of the pain.

The joint at the top of his wing is swollen and inflamed. When he tries to move it the muscles beneath the taut skin scream in protest. Not just a pull, but a very bad sprain...

At least it isn't broken, he thinks miserably.

Rhyss lies on his stomach and scoots forward until he can carefully dip the top of his wing into the stream. He sighs and presses his face into the grass, letting the cool water soothe the ache.

He tries to ignore the sorrow that tugs at him at being grounded once more.