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cainyofkhares · 10 months

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welcome!what are your ocs like?

I'm glad you asked! I have a whole bunch so I'll pick out my favourites and give you a quick introduction to them! If there is anyone that you'd like more information about, let me know, because I would gladly tell you more about all of them!! -----

Content: Non human whumpee, Servant whumpee, Pet whumpee, lab whump, centaur whumpee, painful transformation, dehumanization, conditioning, muzzled, caged, carewhumper

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Whumpees:

Folas Maeda:

Folas started out as a character from a Danganronpa roleplay, but later involved into my favorite Whumpee. He was greatly unhappy with himself due to his past, feeling like he was too weak and unable to help other people. He felt more connected to his D&D character, so much so that he eventually started to believe that is who he was supposed to be. He started to alter his appearance to match that of his D&D character. After years of being unhappy, he got the opportunity to become an Elf, as he wanted. Ever since this transformation, the government and other supernatural beings have been after him and his boyfriend. The government wants to do experiments on him and other supernatural beings, such as Vampires and Shadows are a main part of his home town, and target him and his boyfriend for unknown reasons. Me and my friend have the worst arc yet planned out for him, and I will gladly tell you more if you'd like! Here are some pictures of him from before everything and after the arc we planned.

[Redacted]:

[Redacted] is Folas' older brother. They're from a rich family who owned servants. When [Redacted] and Folas were younger ([Redacted] was 16 and Folas was 8), [Redacted] fell in love with their family's servant, which is strictly against the rules. The servant was executed and [Redacted] was forced into becoming their family's next servant until eventually being sold away to another Master. He is a good, obedient Servant. ...unless you talk to him when his Master isn't there. Then he is a sassy guy who causes chaos in his Master's family.

Susanoo/Cody:

Susanoo is a dog hybrid who was captured by a lonely man named Masaki, who just wanted a pet. Susanoo was forced to act like a dog, as Masaki would not acknowledge his existence otherwise. Whenever Susanoo talked, Masaki would act like he didn't hear anything, or like he only heard barks and whines. While he was captured, his leg got broken. His owner got his cast placed wrong, making him unable to walk. He would be muzzled or caged if he misbehaved, but was never hurt in any way, as Masaki belives that pets should be treated well. Susanoo, now Cody, realised how lonely Masaki was, and thus decided to give in and become the pet he wanted. He started obediently performing the commands Masaki was trying to teach him and started to actually make dog noises, rather than trying to make Masaki hear him talk. This was immediately praised with a lot of treats and pets, to Cody's delight.

Junpei:

Last but not least, someone from the Lab Whump story I am working on. Junpei is a guy in his early 30s, working a job in journalism. He applied to a special program he found on the internet, said to be able to fulfil any and all requests someone had. Junpei requested that this program would get rid of the immense pain in his knees, not knowing this program had a catch...

The goal of this program was to test out special substances that could physically turn people into other creatures. Whether it be dogs, cats, wolves, even dragons, orcs and phoenixes! Junpei was lucky to get a new pair of legs, but... He had become a centaur. Something he was not able to adjust to. The transformation was horrible. The most painful thing he had ever experienced. And besides that, he had no idea how to properly control his new body. Slowly, he started gaining more deer-like instincts as well.

Whumpers:

Masaki:

Masaki is Cody's owner. A lonely man who is fairly new to the whole pet ownership thing. He doesn't hurt Cody, per se. He punishes him in ways a real dog would also be punished. Muzzling him, putting him in his crate when he misbehaves, etc.

He loves taking Cody for walks, showing off his adorable dog to the rest of the city.

Tsukasa:

A young scientist who is the mastermind behind the experiments that turn people into different creatures. He created the substances that would allow the transformations to happen, documenting everything. He keeps remaking it until he is fully pleased with the results, which doesn't happen often. He worked on 236 experiments so far and has mastered turning people into "normal" animals. That got too boring for him, so he started working on supernatural creatures, such as centaurs, dragons and phoenixes.

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a-walking-human-disaster · 2 months

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"Be Human"

Prompt Credit To @whump-in-the-closet! Amazing person. Prompt Post Used: Elf Whumpee

CW/TW: Possible Gore, Noncon Body Modifications, Imprisonment Also contains mentioned starvation, implied neglect of needs (like lack of water I guess), and past torture. There is also a description of throwing up.

Enjoy! - This is my first attempt to write whump, so sorry if it's bad.

Contains: Elf Whumpee & Human Whumper

❝You draw too much attention with those,❞ WHUMPER hissed as they stood outside the cell.

The cell door clicked open, and WHUMPER entered the cell, grabbing WHUMPEE by the wrist. WHUMPEE barely reacted to the action, limp as they were dragged out of the cell. They did not even have the energy to fight back even if they wanted. WHUMPEE's arm burned as it was pulled across the hard stone ground, with stray rocks stabbing them in the ribs.

Scars and bruises covered their body as a constant reminder of what happened in the past when they tried to fight back. Their deprived and starved form was not hard to move around due to the lack of weight. They let out a couple sounds of pain from their dry throat that ached with each soft sound that escaped their cut-up lips.

WHUMPEE was tossed forward into an empty room with nothing but a dirty floor. WHUMPER locked the door behind them, crouching down to WHUMPEE. They grabbed them by their hair, yanking their head onto their lap. WHUMPEE just whimpered silently as they watched WUMPER with wide eyes.

WHUMPER pulls out a jagged knife, pressing it against the base of WHUMPEE's right ear, "I've been meaning to remove these eyesores. You do not deserve any extra attention."

WHUMPEE feels their heart drop as they used some of the last strength they had to struggle. They did not want to even think of what WHUMPER had planned let alone feel it in action. WHUMPER clicked their tongue as they wrapped their free hand around WHUMPEE's neck, just enough to prevent movement.

The knife slowly was dragged upwards on the edge of WHUMPEE's ear, making them shake violently. WHUMPER grinned as they applied some pressure on the knife. It slowly started to break through the flesh, WHUMPEE shutting their eyes tightly. Tears started to burn in their eyes but they tried to blink them back. WHUMPEE did not want to give WHUMPER the satisfaction of seeing them cry.

WHUMPER starts to pull the knife back and forth through the flesh, using it as some sort of saw on their ear. The blood began to soak the side of WHUMPEE's head, dripping down the neck. WHUMPEE shifted and squirmed only to let out sounds of pain since WHUMPER would apply more pressure to the knife with every movement.

Once WHUMPER was done with the first ear, WHUMPEE's neck was stained with blood, and the top of their shirt had some red stains as well. WHUMPER pulled the remains left off, wiping the blood off their hand onto WHUMPEE's shirt.

"Stop fighting me, you're just making it harder for both of us," WHUMPER grumbled as they moved WHUMPEE to access the next ear. WHUMPEE was crying from the pain, on the verge of blacking out from the blood loss. As WHUMPER began on the next ear, WHUMPEE could feel their stomach twisting as their vision blurred. WHUMPER had barely broken through the outside of the ear with the knife when WHUMPEE passed out. from the pain and blood loss.

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WHUMPEE woke up in their cell, clothes, and neck still covered in their dry blood. They reached up to their ears, with some effort. Their ears were rounded, the flesh still bleeding out slightly and raw. Tears were already streaming down their cheeks as they processed the information.

Their stomach flipped as they curled up, hands grasping at their ears. The bile clawed up their throat, their mouth-watering. They tried to keep their mouth shut, refusing to let the bubbling liquid out of their mouth. But the feeling of fresh blood staining their fingers made them gag, and they lost the battle.

The bile slipped out their mouth, coating the ground in a clear white liquid. They hacked it up for a minute, leaving them curled up holding their stomach. Not only did their ears hurt but now their stomach ached. Their head was rested against the wall, smearing some blood on the crumbled stone wall.

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672 Words According To Google Docs. Thank you for reading! And thanks again to @whump-in-the-closet for letting people use their prompts!

#whump writing #whump #prisoner whumpee #elf whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #tw torture #cw noncon body modification #based off a prompt #i don't know how to tag still #thank @whump-in-the-closet for letting me write things based off your prompts!#imagine asking stuff as an anon since you are too nervous to have it attached to your blog - (couldn't be me)#writing gender neutral for the only characters present is hard when you dislike using the same thing to start a sentence-#sadistic whumper #let me know if I should add any other tags #cw throwing up

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mothmxwhump · 2 years

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Hehehe

@uuuuuhwhat @spookyboywhump @fairieboywhump @befuddled-calico-whump

COME GET YOUR CHILDREN

The characters are the following:

-Spookyboywhump’s Zander

-Befuddled Calico’s River

-Fairieboywhump’s Cathal

-Uhhhhwhat’s Brecken

Seriously tho I felt like practicing more diverse faces so I drew some of my fave whumpees.

[image id: pencil drawings from left to right; a man facing sideways. He has messy dark hair and wears a collar around his neck. He is frowning and has a scar on his jawline; a drawing of a man facing to the opposite side. He has long, neat black hair and pointed ears. He wears a thick collar and looks wistfully towards the edge of the page; A front-facing cartoon drawing of a character looking upwards anxiously. He has large eyes, one of which is covered by his hair, which is messy and light-colored. He wears heart-shaped stud earrings and a ribbon choker; a man facing the camera and looking anxiously to the side. He is scowling and wear a large eyepatch over the right eye and has a large scar across his face, diagonally from left to right. His hair is neatly combed to the right side. /end id]

#whump #pet whump #tw pet whump #whump art #elf whumpee #fantasy whump #other’s oc #my art #captivity whump

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bloodsweatandpotato · 2 years

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Day 24

Fight, flight, or freeze

Fandom: Original work (Illian and Varian)

Characters: Illian, Varian, minor other OCs

Tw: drugging, killing (don’t worry, they deserved it and it was in… self defense?)

Summary: (Occurs later in Illian and Varian’s friendship). Varian made a mistake, and Illian suffers the consequences. He deals with this the only ways he knows how to: Fight, flight, and lastly, freeze.

Varian knew from the moment his ‘friends’ figured out Illian was an elf, things were going to go badly.

And maybe he was selfish for doing this, but getting killed on the spot for being a traitor wasn’t on Varian’s agenda. So instead of speaking out, he agreed.

Of course he wasn’t Illian’s friend. Of course he was simply trying to get the elf to let his guard down. After all, Illian’s capture would give them an opportunity to learn where the elf settlement is.

Varian felt so sick.

He felt even sicker sitting at the table, pretending everything was fine. A mug of something was placed on the table in front of him, and he sipped it slowly, trying not to seem too terrified.

Illian seemed even more uncomfortable, sitting ramrod straight between the two soldiers. His ears twitched, the only part of him betraying anxiety. He hadn’t spoken at all, having gone mute again.

A mug was placed in front of the elf, and Varian watched as a pinch of yellow powder was slipped out of the soldier’s palm, dissolving in the drink.

Illian didn’t seem to notice.

He paused for a long moment, before taking a small sip.

Time passed, and the mug was drained. Varian watched closely.

Illian began to relax, slowly at first, but eventually enough that a small smile fell over his face. His eyelids drooped a bit, face flushing red as his usually slitted pupils dilated.

He leaned against one of the soldiers, head lolling like he couldn’t keep it up.

“Let’s go get some air.” Kadell said, a wicked grin creeping onto his face. The soldier winked at Varian, and he forced a smile though the dread and panic building in his gut.

Illian gave a slow blink, not seeming to register the fact he was being pulled to stand.

Varian had never seen the elf look so… relaxed. Even when unconscious from blood loss, or resting alone by the fire, Illian always had this guarded look. Somehow he was always alert… except for now.

Illian leaned heavily against the two humans, tripping over his own feet. He didn’t seem to mind, dazed expression still plastered on his face.

They had known they would never be able to overpower Illian at full strength. He was an elf after all. But like this, drugged and vulnerable, Illian wouldn’t stand a chance.

They reached the edge of the town (which wasn’t that far away from the tavern), where the cobblestone path merged to dirt and the trees loomed in.

They weren’t like the trees in the elven forest, sparser and without the distinctive vines and plants.

Kadell’s grip on Illian shifted, tightening slightly. Varian saw a flash of rope as Kadell prepared to bind Illian’s hands.

…Fight.

And in an instant, Illian’s entire demeanor changed. He snapped upright , using his head to bash against Kadell’s nose, flinging the soldier’s head back and up with a crunch.

Kadell went down, eyes rolling back in his head.

Varian stumbled backwards, unsure of what to do, watching with wide eyes as Illian moved in a blur of limbs.

Finally, the three soldiers were down, not breathing.

And Varian felt nothing but relief.

Illian stood with his back to Varian, panting slightly. He reached down and grabbed his cloak from the ground, then straightened, once again deliberate and graceful.

The elf turned to face Varian, and the human stifled a sigh of relief.

Illian’s pupils were still dilated, though that could easily be attributed to the darkness of the nearly-unlit path, especially given how focused and alert his gaze was. He still swayed a bit, but it was a far cry from the dizzy, half-awake way he had leaned into the soldiers earlier.

Illian’s face was no longer flushed red, instead retreating back to his usual rosy touch telling of recent exertion.

“Illian?” Varian asked tentatively, and the elf looked away without speaking. “Are you alright?”

…Flight.

Illian turned away, scampering away from the little glow of the street lamps and into the patch of forest by the path. He moved quickly but jerkily, trying to get as far away as possible from Varian before his inevitable collapse.

“Wait!” Varian called, running after Illian. The longer the elf ran, the more lethargic his movements got. He nearly stumbled on a tree root, before vaulting onto a branch. He began to scale the tree, scrambling up the branches in near desperation.

Maybe twelve feet up, Illian slumped over to lean onto the tree trunk.

Varian caught his breath at the base of the tree, part relieved he had been able to catch Illian, part worried that the elf hadn’t immediately lost him in the trees. Looking up at Illian’s still form nestled in the branches, Varian began to climb.

…Freeze.

Expecting Illian to be unconscious, it was a (welcome) surprise when the elf’s green eyes were open and alert. He tracked Varain’s movements, but made no attempt to get away, unmoving, frozen.

“Illian?” Varian finally said once he was settled on the branch. “Were you running from me?”

Illian looked down at the ground. “You can’t see me like this.”

“Like what?”

Illian shivered under the cloak, eyes shutting for a moment, before opening. They were beginning to go glazed again. “I’m barely holding it together.” He admitted quietly.

“So, were you faking being so… out of it back at the tavern?“

“Some. I felt the effects, but it was my choice to go along. Easier to wait for their guards to be let down when I was already… impaired.”

Illian’s words had begun to slur, and the elf gave a small groan.

“Talk to me.” Varian pressed, worry seeping into his voice. “What are you feeling?”

“Fuzzy.” He murmured, eyes rolling closed, words becoming slow and slurred. “Think… I’m… gonna pass out.”

Varian reached out to try and steady the swaying elf, but Illian managed to pull himself back to sitting, shaking off Varian’s hand.

“Don’t… move… I’ll be alright. Metabolize drugs… faster than humans.” He blinked, green eyes dilating and constricting in a conscious effort to focus, but didn’t say anything else.

Varian sighed softly. “I knew I shouldn’t have told those bastards you’re an elf. I thought maybe they’d understand.” Illian grunted in acknowledgment, unfocused gaze sliding over Varian’s face as the human continued speaking. “I’m sorry I brought you to the tavern. I just didn’t know what to do once they made it clear any human who was friends with an elf would be excecuted for treason. I had to pretend I was your enemy. I had to!”

Illian blinked again. “‘s alright.”

“No it isn’t! Look at you, you look terrible! They drugged the ale and I just let them! How much of it did you drink?!”

Illian shrugged. “Enough… to make it… believable. Realized… it was drugged… about… halfway through. Started… feeling dizzy.” He mumbled. “Just though I could… ignore it. Didn’t want to… draw attention…”

He trailed off, slumping to the side.

Varian reached out, grabbing Illian’s shoulders before the elf could fall. Illian flinched back, eyes snapping open as he snarled, baring his teeth. Varian quickly released the elf, letting Illian press himself back against the tree trunk with an animalistic hiss.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Varian backed away slightly, staring wide eyed at the elf curled in on himself. A chill ran up the human’s spine as Illian glared at him, his breathing coming quick and erratic. The elf’s face had flushed red, eyes glazed and pupils blown wide.

“Go. Away.” Illian growled, recognition flooding his gaze as he slightly uncurled himself.

“No.” Varian refused to move. “I’m staying.”

Illian stared silently.

“I’m staying. Until you’re ready to move.” Varian would be fine (he had time until the bodies were discovered, enough time to get himself an alibi), and for now, all he wanted to do was make sure Illian was alright.

They sat in silence for a moment, before Illian nodded slowly, eyes closing as he leaned back against the tree.

“Thank you…”

It was hours until Illian moved again, but Varian waited in the tree with him the entire time.

#whumptober2022 #whump #no.24 #fight flight or freeze #whump writing #whump drabble #Illian and/or Varian #oc #drugged whumpee #drug whump #writing #nonhuman whumpee #elf whumpee #this was sitting in my drafts for so long #aaaaaaaa

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chaotic-orphan · 2 months

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Could you write a story where a king who outlawed magical beings (like fae, elves, sorcerers, etc Bc they’ve tried to kill him multiple times ) has a trial for a young magical creature found in his lands, but the creature isn’t evil, didn’t even KNOW they were trespassing, and is terrified they’re gonna be executed or tortured or something. But the king doesn’t hurt it, since the magical being didn’t mean any harm? Could turn into found family or he just lets it go or something

Love ur writing!!

A Benignant Mischief

@annablogsposts THIS ASK HAS CONSUMED MY EVERY WAKING THOUGHT SINCE I GOT IT! IN THE MIDST OF FEBUWHUMP NO DOUBT! THE GALL, THE NERVE!!!! I must say, this idea has taken hold of a good chunk of my brain and I have just been obsessed with Cosimo and Henrik (who will be introduced in part two), I hope you love them as much as I do. There is far more than this part written, but I had to divide it up to get some of it published so you didn't think it was just collecting dust in my inbox.

Thank you so much for this ask, it has rekindled an obsession with writing plot that isn't exclusively whump?! If that makes sense. I hope you enjoy it!

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Cosimo ran through the forest with a sharp urgency, an unconscious boy cradled close to his chest as he went. The rain pattered down on his head as he ran, bare feet clawing at the ground to keep his grip. To an onlooker he could have been running on plain terrain instead over the wiry and rough forest, leaves slick with water; as if he were one with the Earth; knew every root, every nettle and broken tree bows that he hopped over with graceful ease.

His sharp eyes searched the forest frantically, pleading for a shelter to open up to them. Ahead was a wooden fence, tree branches crisscrossing before him like a blockade. Cosimo bowed his head and turned to the side, curling his upper body around the smaller one in his arms. Branches snapped and scratched at him as he pushed his way through with a determined resolve.

When he finally emerged from the branches, he found what he knew would be waiting for him. A small burrow made in a circle of trees, an opening in the trunk of a thick elfbow tree, the size of three fully grown oaks. A shelter mercifully presenting itself. Cosimo let out a soft sigh and whispered a soft thank you to the forest for providing.

His limbs grew heavier and heavier the closer he got to rest, but he walked on, slower now but just as strong as he was when he set out from court. He lay the boy in his arms down on a bed of leaves for the moment under the shelter of the elfbow. Cosimo touched the trunk as he entered, his heart feeling full as he did.

“Thank you protecting us,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to the entrance. Then he pressed his knuckles against the unconscious boy’s forehead, letting out a soft sigh. He was okay. Not as hot as he was before. Cosimo would gather food and herbs tomorrow to help the fever, but at least he was stable for now.

Cosimo took off his pack that he had hastily gathered from home. Two blankets, two pillows, a canteen of water, a hunting knife — just the essentials.

“The very bare necessities, Cosimo,” Cosimo chastised himself with a sigh, running a hand through his soaked hair flicking the rain from it. Cosimo put a pillow under the boy’s head and wrapped him in a blanket to keep him warm. Cosimo sat with back against the trunk of the tree, arms wrapped around his knees that he hugged to his chest and just watched the rain patted down on leaves outside the elfbow. The gloomy grey of the evening bled into a darker, broodier grey but the rain let up before night fell with its coat of deep purples and midnight blues.

Cosimo didn’t know at what point he fell asleep, but he woke to footsteps cracking the leaves beneath its feet and he was immediately alert. His hand shot and grabbed the hunting knife, unsheathing it and lunging forward teeth bared.

He came face to snout with a fox that was frozen in place, brown eyes meeting Cosimo’s with a slightly dazed and stunned glimmer to them. Cosimo let out a breath that reflected on the air with a rolling wave of smoke, before settling back into the nook-like shelter of the elfbow. The fox didn’t retreat, instead he sniffed the air and timidly took a step towards Cosimo and the unconscious boy beside him.

Cosimo inclined his head slightly and the fox entered the elfbow with all the inquisitiveness of a cat trying to sniff out the source of fish. The fox turned his head to the boy, and glancing back at Cosimo quickly for permission he curled up on the unconscious boy’s chest. Curling into a little ball on top of him, deep brown eyes meeting Cosimo’s again before closing half-lidded.

Emotion clogged Cosimo’s throat as he reached out to pet the fox, allowing the animal to sniff his hand before allowing the affection.

“See?” Cosimo whispered to the air. “You’re not nobody. You’re like me.”

Cosimo didn’t sleep exactly, but he at least got some semblance of rest before Dawn broke and he woke with it. He looked down at the sleeping boy, who was still asleep, the fox now curled up to the boy’s side. Cosimo reached his hand out and brushed the boy’s hair back from his forehead to feel it.

He was warm, not too hot. Maybe the fever had passed with the rain? Cosimo didn’t know enough about it, but he knew the rejuvenation powers of rain that came with him so he suspected maybe it could be the saviour of the boy too.

Cosimo drank some water from the canteen before grabbing the empty rucksack he took with him and slinging it over his shoulder across his body. He took the water and the hunting knife and set off about the day. When he exited the elfbow the sun was only starting to rise, birds heralding the morning.

Cosimo looked back to the sleeping boy and the fox. He pressed his hand to the tree and leaned his forehead into the back of his palm.

Protect them, please. I’ll return with food.

Cosimo felt the rush of feeling that flooded him when he felt around nature. Then he turned and walked out of the small clearing and into the embrace of the forest again. He remembered hearing running water when he was running with the boy, the sound distinct from the patter of the rain.

The dense woods were not nearly as imposing as they were the night before, when Cosimo’s thoughts were on finding shelter and nothing else. There should be some mushrooms nearby he could roast, maybe some berry bushes if he was lucky and water. Not enough to feed them properly, but to sustain them? It would be enough.

Cosimo found the stream under a thicket of leaves. It was slightly lower than the ground that Cosimo was on, so he simply extended a leg and slid down the bank to the stream, opening his canteen as he went. His feet settled into the damp earth, and he crouched down to refill the canteen. Not before drinking the last of the remaining water.

He heard a huff from his left so Cosimo glanced towards the sound and saw a horse lapping up water from the stream. Cosimo froze like the fox had the night before, before kicking himself into action. He sprung up, canteen forgotten in the stream and bolted back up the bank, his fingers clawing into the clay.

He scrambled to the top and was met with a pair of legs. There was a flash and a pressure on his chest and Cosimo was airborne, gravity grabbing at him and bringing him down hard into the outer bank of the stream. Cosimo let out a gasp of air on impact but quickly sprung to his feet and turned to hop the stream to the other side.

A hand grabbed him by the strap of his rucksack, and he was yanked backwards. “Hey! Wait!” Cosimo cried, bringing an elbow back sharply and his head back too. He slipped under the strap of his bag and grabbed the hunting knife and hopped the stream with ease. He didn’t look back.

Humans were bad. They killed people like him, there shouldn’t even be any for miles around!

Cosimo climbed up the opposite bank of earth with deft speed and hoisted himself to the other side, knife ready in one hand, the sheath in his other with one thought and one thought only — to go back to the boy in the elfbow.

He didn’t account for more soldiers to be on the other side of the stream. Cosimo froze again when he was first recognised by another man. They were all fully grown humans. Cosimo had yet to pass his fifteenth year, at least he had a slight boost in height, but he was too skinny to fight.

There wasn’t time to think before a hand was bunched in his shirt again. Cosimo whirled on his heel, slashing out blindly with the knife. The blade cut into the soldier’s cheek Cosimo realised with wide eyes, and the Soldier let him go. Cosimo fell to the side at the sudden lack of force holding him, but quickly got his bearings again and ran to the right of the soldier’s camp.

An arrow whizzed by his ear, startling him and Cosimo lunged to the left only to be caught with a kick to his leg. Cosimo stumbled but remained standing, turning to his new attacker baring his teeth only to get a punch to the face. Cosimo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell, stiff as an oak onto the forest floor.

A boot stomped down onto Cosimo’s wrist wielding the knife and Cosimo cried out, reaching over with his free hand to paw at the boot but it wouldn’t budge. A knee to the chest followed and Cosimo cried out, trying to wiggle himself free but the human was too heavy. Whether his weight was from his diet or the weight of the uniform of metal that the man wore Cosimo didn’t know.

“Well, well, well,” the human man remarked. Cosimo swallowed the lump in his throat, struggling to free himself from the man’s pin. “You’re only a baby, aren’t you?”

Cosimo bared his teeth in response. They were so close to where Cosimo had left the boy and the fox, and he prayed that the elfbow would protect them from the soldiers.

“Let go of me,” Cosimo demanded, eyes blazing up at the man. The man smiled, something wicked twinkling in his eyes.

“Have you run away from home? You do know what we do to your people in these parts, don’t you?”

Cosimo let out a cry of frustration at trying and failing pathetically to free himself from the man’s grip.

“Please,” Cosimo said. “I don’t mean you any harm. I was just coming for water.”

“Won’t do harm my arse,” the soldier that Cosimo cut ground out, fury winding his features tight. Cosimo didn’t see him lift his leg, but his head whipped to the side with the impact. Cosimo righted his head too early as the man he injured stomped a foot down on Cosimo’s face.

Cosimo heard the bones in his nose crack inside his head while he screamed out loud, a quiet whimper following after his scream died in his throat.

“Hey!” The soldier pinning Cosimo growled. “You can’t kill it. They must be brought to court before their execution.”

Execution?

Cosimo’s struggles to break free renewed at the thoughts of the soldiers taking him away from the boy. “No! No, you can’t! I can’t leave the forest, please!”

The man above him tilted his lips down into a frown. “Sorry kid. Orders are orders, we have to bring ya in.”

“Don’t talk to it like it’s a child,” the angry soldier scolded. The man on top of him reached over and plucked the knife from Cosimo’s grip. Cosimo let out a soft whine at the object of his defence leaving his grasp.

“Just get the irons and let me deal with h—” the man above him said, then corrected himself, glancing down at Cosimo with a frown. “It.”

The angry man stormed off out of sight. Cosimo just stared above at the man still pining him to the forest floor.

“Please…” Cosimo tried. “Please don’t kill me.”

“Like I said kid,” said the man. “There has to be a trial in front of the king.”

Cosimo’s eyes widened significantly. There wasn’t a king for miles around court… how far had Cosimo travelled, and in what direction? The question lingered on his tongue, and he wanted to voice it, but thought better of asking the enemy… or even worse, letting them know just how clueless Cosimo really was.

The man stared down at Cosimo with a stern glance. “I’m going to get you to sit up, if you try to escape, we will catch you, and the other soldiers will hurt you again. Do you understand?”

Cosimo nodded. He hated himself for it, but he had to listen to this man. He seemed to be the only one who didn’t want him dead at that moment. The angry soldier returned with two bands of metal attached together with a thick link of metal between them.

“What— what are they?” Cosimo asked, his voice cracking with fear. The soldier helped Cosimo to sit up which caused a wicked amount of pain in his nose to flare up and Cosimo grunted with the effort.

The man took the metal from the angry soldier and dismissed him with a wave. The other soldier didn’t want to listen but obeyed the man when he told him to go verbally.

The man opened the metal loop and showed it to Cosimo, saying with a reassuring smile: “They open like this, see?”

Cosimo leaned in closer to inspect the metal. “What do they do?” He asked, a little less scared at seeing them up close. The man lifted his hand and put the metal over his own wrist.

“They tighten over your wrist like this, see? They lock— well, they essentially keep your hands tied behind your back so you can’t hurt someone again.”

Not have use of his hands. Cosimo shook his head vehemently. “No. No. I won’t hurt anyone else; I promise. Don’t put them on me.”

The man’s smile faded back into a frown. “I’m sorry, but I have to. Please don’t fight me. I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

Cosimo was trembling in the man’s hands, but he nodded his consent for the man to grab Cosimo’s wrist. Cosimo screamed when the metal touched his wrist and bolted back away from the man.

“Wait! Please! Please! Wait! Ow, please! I won’t hurt anyone!” The man caught Cosimo’s ankle before he could get further away from him and dragged him back. “Please don’t. Please! I’ll be good.”

A shadow crossed the man’s face as he grabbed Cosimo’s arm and pulled it behind Cosimo’s back before locking the second cuff around Cosimo’s wrist.

Cosimo let out a hiss as the metal burned a circle around his wrists, tears coming to his eyes. “Please, I’m sorry. Take them off. I’m sorry. What— agh! What is it?!”

The man grabbed Cosimo’s arms to stop him struggling more and hurting himself. “Iron. It’s a metal that is poisonous to your kind.”

“Please,” Cosimo whispered, the plea coming out soft and childish, fat tears trailing down his cheeks. “Please take them off.”

“I can’t,” said the man. “I’m sorry,” and it sounded like he meant it. The man then got to his feet and waited patiently for Cosimo to do the same. Cosimo pushed himself up, his balance going off and he hissed as he moved his hands to catch himself. All they touched was iron and it burned. The man put a hand under Cosimo’s armpits once he saw the boy struggling and helped him into a standing position.

“Thank you,” Cosimo said, the words like ash on his tongue. Thanking humans now? What would court think of him? His mind trailed back to the boy in the elfbow and guilt flood his body as he was pushed forward gently by the man.

“Change of plan, boys. We are bringing this one back to the King.”

One of the other men stood up, his face the shape of a weasels; small wisps of hair clung to his upper lip and chin in what Cosimo could only assume was supposed to be a beard and a moustache. The soldier lifted his nose high in the air when he looked up at Cosimo, grinning up at him and revealing yellowing teeth.

“It’s not even fully grown,” said the soldier with a high-pitched voice. The nice man holding Cosimo scoffed and pushed Cosimo forward again.

“Either are you, McClagen.”

“Does it know that we kill things like that?” McClagen sneered. The man didn’t reply, but Cosimo’s fate weighed heavy on him, heavier than a cloak made of stone. He frowned as the nice man led him passed the other Soldiers readying to take off again.

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erdarielthewhumper · 3 months

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For @whumpers-monthly's this january's prompt! A bit shorter this time bc I haven't really had a lot of writing juices recently, but eh, it's whump nonetheless!

When the arrows began to fly, the first one hit Meldie. She never had the time to notice, to react, to attempt to protect herself. One moment, she was riding along near the back of the caravan, half-dozing in the saddle, since it wasn't her watch. The next, pain like a lightning bolt lanced through her.

Before she knew what had happened, everything was already exploding into chaos. She tried to draw her sword, but pain flared up through her right side and her arm. She glanced down; an arrow-shaft stuck out of her side, just a little below and in front of her arm, sunken into the part of her that her breastplate could not protect.

Even so she grasped her sword, and urged her horse to ride down the nearest enemy, striking at others with her blade. Her warrior's instincts led, the noise and chaos drowning out any conscious thought.

Pain was nothing new, and easily pushed aside. The only way out of the battle was through, in any case. She half-forgot about the arrow as she hacked through enemy after enemy.

But though her mind could push the injury aside, her body could not. Second by second, it was harder to breathe, harder to lift the sword, the edges of her vision were getting blurry, the sounds of battle distant and distorted.

Again she lifted her sword, but this time the movement jerked her out of balance. Someone grabbed a handful of her hair, and she cried out, but hardly a sound came from her mouth. The cry turned into a cough, she tasted blood, hardly even noticing as she was pulled down from the saddle and crashed into the hard, frozen ground.

She lay there, dazed, as the battle raged around her. All she could do was gasp for air and cough, each cough bringing up thick ribbons of red blood. The world was a blur of color and movement and incomprehensible noise...

No! she would not die here! Some last part of her mind struggled to rouse her, grasping desperately for something to hold onto, but it was all it could do to hang onto the last remnants of consciousness.

The pain had melted away, it was dull and distant now, but the tightness in her chest hadn't gone anywhere. It seemed she could hardly draw air into her lungs, and she felt, vaguely, that it should have worried her, but she could hardly bring herself to care...

There were voices, above her, and movement in her fading vision, but she could make no sense of it. She was grabbed by the arms, and that finally sent another jolt of blinding pain through her, and that, finally, dragged her down into darkness and oblivion.

#meldie #my ocs #my writing #my art #whump fic #whumpers monthly #issue no 24 #shot by an arrow #fantasy whump #battlefield #elf whump #whump #female whumpee #oc art #whump art

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whump-in-the-closet · 1 year

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a concept, if you will: an elf/ nonhuman whumpee with pointed ears. Whumpee is a prisoner in the human-inhabited parts of the land and their ears are the most noticeable aspect about themselves. Whumper takes matter’s into their own hands by carving Whumpee’s ears to look more rounded. It’s only to make them look more human after all. There’s no medication, no pain relievers, just the glint of the knife and Whumpee’s wide-eyed terror.

#cw noncon body modification #nonhuman whumpee #elf whumpee #whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump scenario #does this count as gore?#idk let me know if i should tag it as such

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splendidissimus · 7 months

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November 1999 - "You're doing it to yourself."

((Content warning: sleep deprivation, hallucination, abusive parent))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober 2023: day 2: Delirium ))

Genre: whump

Romance level: negligible

Angst level: 5/5

Draco's headspace: depressed / passive

((words: ~1000))

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Draco had been staring through the same page of a book on his desk for some time, the words drifting around unsteadily while he didn't even try to comprehend them, when a familiar voice gnawed at the edge of his attention. He raised his head, blinking, trying to pinpoint it.

Just as he resigned himself to giving up and started to drop his head again, there it was, under the sound of the rustling book pages. He could swear he heard Theo calling his name.

"Theo?" He pushed away from the desk and stood stiffly, rubbing his aching shoulder. He wasn't supposed to be here. It was months since Father made them part ways, and he would be furious if he caught him here. But coming back against explicit orders and implicit threats just because he wanted to sounded exactly like something Theo would do. Theo who had shown up at the gate calling to see him despite the Death Eaters in the house. Theo who bartered with him in public over kisses because it made him forget he was ill.

He didn't think he heard an answer, but he had to find him before someone else did and send him away where it was safe.

Outside his door, he paused, listening, but didn't hear him again, so he went for the stairs, figuring he would be downstairs somewhere.

He didn't hear Theo again; he spent a while checking, but there wasn't any sign of him, and eventually he started to wonder what he had actually heard.

It felt too exhausting to go back upstairs immediately, so he ended up staring out the bay window at the garden. There was a young peacock there, scratching at the edge of a flowerbed, shining white in the watery sunlight. He watched it for a while, not thinking anything, but vaguely relaxed.

A shifting in the shadows caught his eye, and he was trying to focus on it when iit suddenly resolved into Nagini — striking out with lightning speed to seize his peacock. "No!" He hit the window like that could stop it.

Then between one blink and the next it was gone. The peacock was looking up at the window in cautious alarm, but there was no snake.

And of course there couldn't be, anyway. Nagini was dead, he'd seen the body and the head spread across the Hogwarts lawn. She was as dead as her master. He knew that.

"What are you doing?"

His shoulders tensed at his father's voice behind him. He wished he had a good answer. "I apologise," he said properly, turning around and looking toward his father's feet.

"That wasn't the question."

He stole a glance back toward the window. Still no undead snake. The peacock was ripping down a flower with its talons now, to try to get the fairy sitting on the top of it. "I thought I saw…" Nothing. He clenched his hands behind his back. "I think something's wrong." He dragged the words out past a mind that didn't want to say them, looking back at his father's face. "I keep seeing things that aren't possible."

His father studied him. "Like what?"

"I thought I saw Nagini going after the peacock. Or heard… somebody… in the house."

"The snake is dead, and no one has been here."

"I know."

His father came closer to look out the window, then looked him over, studying him for a long minute. "How long has it been since you slept?"

"Not that long," he said quietly, but his hard eyes demanded an answer. "I think Friday," he admitted, even more quietly.

"For Merlin's sake." His voice was sneering and his expression impatient. "If you haven't been to bed in five days, of course you're seeing things. You're not ill, you're doing it to yourself."

Draco didn't respond. He didn't have any excuse. He looked into the middle distance, his father's words sinking in without resistance.

The lack of reaction seemed to be even more irritating. "Am I supposed to believe," he snapped, "that you need a nurse to tell you not just to eat, which you've obviously not been doing, but also to sleep now? You are a grown man. Even toddlers know to go to sleep when they're tired. Do you need to be told to use the lavatory too?"

He continued to stare impassively, until his father grabbed his jaw and lifted his face, forcing him to answer the rhetorical question. "No," he said, insides crawling with shame.

"What a positively minimal accomplishment." He threw down his face. "Elf!"

Tolly appeared beside his foot, cringing a look up at him. "Master?"

"Until further notice, Draco's bedtime is ten o'clock. You will put him to sleep at precisely that time, regardless of where he is or what he's doing."

"Don't," Draco pleaded quietly.

Finally getting a reaction gave his voice an edge of satisfaction. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," the elf squeaked promptly. "Tolly will make sure Master Draco sleeps."

"Good. Shall we have her feed you as well?"

"No."

"No? Are you certain it isn't too much responsibility for you?"

"Please."

That display of submission seemed to mollify him. His father didn't respond, but walked away with contempt dripping from his voice. "Grow up."

Tolly vanished and swiftly spirited a tea tray into the window to try to make Draco feel better.

Draco didn't move. He stood there in front of the window, staring at the floor, fighting off every physical reaction he wanted to do. He wanted to mess with his hair, grab his head, clench his fists — he carefully took all of it, all of the energy behind those urges, and pushed it down, down until it was buried and he didn't react at all.

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auroragehenna · 6 months

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Ai-less Whumptober

Day 27 Paranoia

CW/TW: Aftermath of torture, seasoned whumpee, wlw flirting (gasps)

Word count: ?

Did that person just stare at her? The one that looked like an elf. It was hard to tell with the hood on. But her features somewhat resembled hers. Please not, she already finished a job today. But usually people don‘t spend their free time here outside, why else would she be here, her head whispered. No they actually do, this is freaking garden, get it together. Was that a blade she saw glinting in the dusk light? Yes, that‘s also normal. You also carry multiple. The world is a dangerous place you know. My point. Shut up! Over there‘s another person! Shit! Was this a trap?! Did she walk into another trap?! Not again. Wait did the lighting just change?! No, I don‘t think so? Fuck the girl is coming here. Shit, shit, shit. Tierney clutched her hidden blades and went though her spells in her mind.

„I’ve never seen a wallflower this pretty.“, the girl said. Sitting down next to her, with a bit of space and leaning back on her arms and hands. „Are you doing alright thought?“

Tierney looked at her absolutely baffled. Still clutching her hidden weapons. But this wasn‘t a behaviour she encountered before. We can‘t trust her! Before she even really processed it her hand shot down onto the grass, fingers digging into the soil. „I‘m fine. What are you up to?“, she asked still suspicious.

„I’m up to a lot, but not tonight. Tonight is just about the grass between my toes and the stars above my head.“

Tierney looked at her. Her eyes seemed to light up with something deeper. Something more emotional. Before she sighed and started to speak again: „Listen if you‘re here because of my reputation or to kidnap me just say that I‘m done with games.“

„Kidnap you?“ she asked with confusion written all over her face. As her face relaxes again she follows up with: „The only games I play have the goal of relieving idiots from the burden of heavy pockets filled with money.“

Tierney finally relaxed a little bit again. Her other hand eased it‘s grip on the knife and freed it out of it‘s hiding place. She casually lowered her hand with the knife onto the grass and used the other one to release your arms. She nearly smiles a little. „Well I can‘t really judge that.“

„The guards think otherwise“ She laughed. „I know a beautiful place a bit south from here, close to a park, and great view of the city.“

Danger! „I uhm.“ Fuck it, if this is another job then I might as well do it. And if it‘s not then? Uhm… „Yeah, why again?“, she asks confused.

„It’s my safe spot. I thought I share it with you if you need a place to escape reality for a moment“ she smiles. „I‘m Nalani by the way.“

„Tierney. Okay. But no funny business.“, she adds earnestly.

„You can just tie me up with flowers, if you don’t trust me“ Nalani giggled

Tierney smiled a little bit. „Indeed I can.“ She got up on her feet and watched the girl do the same. „Alright. Show me.“, she hesitated, „I would like to see it.“

„would you like the scenic route or walk among the peasants, my lady.“ Nalani snickered, while over exaggerating noble etiquette.

Tierney raised an eyebrow at her. „Typically I like to take routes that have more nature and less people, fair lady.“

„That means we drop the fancy talk and jump from rooftop to rooftop“ She grins before she skillfully jups up the closest building.

A grin also widens up on Tierney‘s face now. She focuses on the fluffy ears on her head until her whole body morphs into one of a cat and follows you up to the rooftop before starting to morph back. But halfway through she get‘s stuck and ends up somewhere in the area of a cat and her own self. She rolls her eyes and balances on her footballs for a few moments. At least it will be good for climbing and jumping. I just hope it won‘t freak Nalani out. But the girls seemed fine and so she followed her over the rooftops through the town.

Nalani giggles a bit as she sees why the tiefling had fox ears beforehand. „I hope as part fox you can keep up with me!“ She yells cheerfully.

Tierney tsk‘d. She wasn‘t yet sure if she liked this weird stranger and she certainly wasn‘t sure if she could trust her.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @ailesswhumptober

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enigmawriteswhump · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023

Safety Net | Swooning | How Many Fingers Am I Holding Up

No: 1

Evanshi closed her eyes, even while she was the last of her tribe who should be trusted with meditation. And yet here she was. Curled legs, a simple, relaxed posture. But that thrumming energy couldn't sit still, her anxiety confined to to all but the flexing of her toes.

Why did Modar have ever believed she had potential in this area of study? To converse with the living and the life? To hear words of rippling bark, if one knew just right. Not heard, but to sit and know the yew tree behind her was whispering of fellow dangers, of orangisms trespassing against their roots, or leaping from arm to arm with little claw marks left behind. A remnant of the wood's passengers.

To be able to feel the sensitivity of the dark cylinders of bark, curled around the unscavenged center... To be able to feel the herbal remedies between each root, and know which fungus grew - just on the way the breeze flowed. To read the earth as if she were also a sapling, taking root and sampling what this earth had to offer.

Bogus. The lot of it.

Modar had never wanted her to succeed.

Evanshi let her hands slide from her lap, the bitter smile hard to keep away. This, these small strands of grass beneath her - all she could feel was the tickle against her soles. Not some hocus pocus druid magic. Still a fresh wound, knowing the truth; knowing she disappointed her mentor even now.

"Did you find it out here? What you were looking for?"

His voice caught her insidiously, and she startled, whipping her head around.

A low snarl ripped from her throat.

Evanshi felt the trill of fear, even as she rose lithely to her feet, light on her toes. Ready to pounce, or dart away.

"Catch you off guard?" Kazian's grin slipped through his nocholance. The long, beautiful wings curled outwards slightly, an expression of his proposed boredom.

She didn't believe it, not with the glint in his eyes.

"Why must you make me do all the talking? You sound like a rabid animal when you refuse to speak." he managed to step closer, while grimly inspecting his sharp, unbitten nails. Near talons, except for chipped nature of them.

A warrior clothed in littered, unspoken secrets.

She narrowed her eyes, unwilling to bite back. His baiting meant nothing, even if her pride prickled even so.

Evanshi knew the wise move was to kneel without flare, to snark back with a hint of sharp banter, wait for his hand to come and lift her head. To lean into the tenderness and pretend her feelings weren't flooded with his touch.

That she would be saved his game, if she bared her teeth threateningly, he would see a smile.

Her lips moved back, scowling.

Kazian huffed, rippling his wings in a flutter of irritation.

"If you are not being the elf I knew you were, we must treat you like the prey you've become." his lips retreated in that snarl, the look he gave her oppressive as he roamed down her body.

"Now run. Run," he took one more step, and his wings lifted, a bronze cloud blotting her light.

"Run, before they get you, little fox." his eyes darkened, and the playful spark dripped into ominous cruelty, "Run, for when I get you, you surely will not be able to reply."

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Her attention snapped to the beat of her heart, like Isbasal's fastest fire-drumming, branches underfoot crushed as her passage erupted harmony.

Dipping between branch after branch, a silent fox as she could be, apart from the almost-humanoid howls which followed her. His favourite game - chase, hunt, kill.

She had naively assumed he wouldn't let his ire consume him. But with each wide wing-beat above the forest, the very real trickle of terror slipped down her legs. No, no, he couldn't - he was waiting for something. He had been for months!

She couldn't die like this, a head on a table, blood which dripped onto his curling nails as her eyes stared lifelessly above. She couldn't be the leg bone his heathens drank from. Not now. Not when she had been so brave. Had hidden her terror for so long.

"Oh Evanshi! Where have you hidden my little one?" his voice bellowed from above, a laugh crackling through the treetops. By Silas he'd suddenly sounded much closer!

Her mouth forced a wheeze of panic, her time confined unused to such a sprint. Each breath had too little air, each step sent a spiralling spike to her side.

Oh by Silas' crooked blessings, there was the tree!

With a last step, Evanshi pushed herself to the bark of the tree, inhaling moldering earth, and willow's green fingers ticking her neck.

Her fingers moved into the threads of hundreds leaves, her strings of fate as she tested their weight.

A stem of one snapped and she bit back a breathy curse, even as air trailed from her mouth and the appendage landed against her wrist.

These Willows were not the ones of home. She didn't have time to pinpoint the location of pain that sparked at the knowledge, but evaluated the hulking girth of the trunk.

Just maybe...

She was no acrobat, but even with her uneven gait, she gave her best leap into the tree branch's grasp. Using the extra strands she'd pulled down to loop around the other side, she used the multitude to haul the rest of her body onto the branch, large gasps echoing from her that she tried to stifle with a sweat-laved hand.

The eerie howls of creatures almost-human trickled to her ears, and she struggled to remain calm with her hands as sticky as they were.

Deep breaths, he can't smell you. He can't smell you.

The bark bit angrily into her thighs as she saddled the branch, waiting the howls to quiet, before she shuffled to the trunk.

Wrapping her arms around the tree, as best as she could manage with its width, she slowly rose to her feet. There was a moment where she froze, hearing that distinct snap of wings, a curling voice which had found her even in her most peaceful dreams, until it disappeared.

A sudden, treacherous weight lifted from her gut.

Tonight, tonight she would be safe nestled in the bowed nest of the tree trunk.

Even while she was proud to remember such a hiding place, she knew it was only a matter of time before they found her.

This was his safety net.

Kazian would have never let her into a real forest, after all.

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