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Heya. Auth on the line.
Call me either that or "Original". I'll be here mainly, but you might see some of my... friends pop up too. Til' then, you can ask me something.
Think that's about it... this posting stuff is new to me. Usually Nino does it instead...
doc. bby. pls stop ignoin' me. i wanna do a goreprompt but u won't listen to me so idk if i can do an ask BUT 30 [Cut off wings] for Eric. However way u wanna do it is fine [wing Au or just ego manor plain and be all personal] i just wanna see it
Ahhhh I’m sorry I was like very much asleep when you initially sent this, I’m sorryyyyy –
Day 30:
“Dad, I-I’m sorry, I-I-I didn’t mean to, p-please don’t –”
“Shut up! This will be the last time you disrespect me, I will make sure of it.”
Eric fought Derek’s grip, wings flapping wildly in an attempt to escape. Derek’s own wings were spread and raised in a show of power, and though Eric’s wings were bigger, he shrunk under his furious gaze. “I-it was an accident, I didn’t mean –”
“What did I say?!” Eric cried out when Derek spun him around, pushing him down against the surface of the kitchen table and making sure to trap Eric’s arms beneath his own body. Eric’s wings continued to flap wildly in some instinctual response, stirring up papers. Derek growled, pressing hard against the sensitive spot between Eric’s wings. “Don’t. Move.”
He backed off, heading into the kitchen. Eric kept his forehead pressed to the table, not looking, and his arms pinned beneath him no matter how much the position hurt. He struggled to get his wings to calm down, and he managed to get them to settle into incessant twitching, but the frantic flapping returned when Derek grabbed ahold of the arch of his left wing, far too close to the base where the massive limbs joined with Eric’s back. “Maybe this will finally teach you a lesson.”
Eric stiffened, wing twitching in his father’s hold while the other shuddered. “Wh-what are you going to do?!”
Derek didn’t respond. He didn’t need to, because Eric knew exactly what was happening when the cold kiss of a kitchen knife met his flesh.
Panic consumed every fiber of his being, and Eric writhed beneath Derek before he’d even done anything, wings flapping and beating at the air as he tried to get away. Derek just held him tighter, bracing Eric’s wing against his back, and dug the knife in. Eric screamed and sobbed, struggling renewed, but his flapping wings only succeeded in driving the knife deeper. He felt it when the knife hit bone, and only screamed louder when Derek continued to drag the knife through, sawing at the bone. Every slight shift of the knife sent agony coursing through Eric’s blood, adrenaline and fear pumping through his veins. He wanted to pass out, but all he did was scream and sob, wings twitching and fluttering involuntarily, all fight drained out of him.
He finally went silent when his left wing slipped to the floor, detached from his body.
Eric stared at it with glazed eyes, the beautiful array of pastel colors that were his feathers swirling together in a nauseating dance. Derek mumbled something above him, and Eric made a choked wheezing sound when his remaining wing was snapped at the base, bone splintering beneath his skin, and the knife met sensitive flesh once more. He was numb. He stared at the blood staining his feathers, bile rising in his throat. His right wing went much quicker with the aid of broken bones, and Eric flinched when Derek tossed the severed limb uncaringly on top of the other. He could just barely feel the remains, the little stumps on his back twitching and bleeding heavily. He hardly heard Derek’s words.
“Maybe now, you’ll think twice about fighting back.”
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...Tenns? No, wait, they're-...
...
I prefer not to answer this.
thoughts on the magnus archives?
Never saw. Despite my own archival, not everything can be contained. Maybe one day...
hey
ya like jazz?
Yeah. Do you?
what are you all?
like, species wise
...To be honest, not even I know. I never needed an answer. They are my clones, that much is clear, Nino is.. human. I would suppose i'm something between cat, bird and humanoid?
...I'll look into it later...
Hello
How about a simple question
How are you all doing?
Not too bad. Only I'm here for now, though - others have their own things to do. Especially since we have to watch Morse for any tricks, if you know what i mean.
