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When they brought her back she was limp. Inwien's heart had stopped for longer than physically possible as they laid the wyngling in her arms.
"She's alive," one of them said. Her heart began to beat with the sound of the small ones inside of Maybelle - slow, but steady.
Blinking the tears from her eyes, she looked down to see the burns on the left side of her face. Winny held her close and pressed her snout against the unharmed cheek.
She could barely think. Her chest clenched, feeling like it was her fault and that she could have done something... instead of just standing around.
I have to do something. I can't stand around anymore.
There was still much to do.
She swallowed her tears and the sob that bobbed in her throat. She swallowed it all until there was nothing left but a hot, determined stare.
"Did you send for Doctor F?" she asked.
The looks on their faces was enough to tell her they forgot in the shock of her return.
"You," she nodded to one gro, "Find him. Tell him everything." She turned to the next gro, "You - Get Anthony and bring him home."
Going inside the house, she felt a paw on her leg. Marcus looked up with wavering brown eyes. He was shaking and he couldn't make the words come out of his hanging mouth.
"Do you want to help?"
He nodded.
"Will you pump the basin full of water, please?" She tried to speak gently to ease his nerves while letting him feel useful.
Marcus ran off to the waterroom and Inwien made her way to the bedroom.
...

Inwien had barely taken her eyes off of Maybelle. She diligently watched the rise and fall of every breath. Sitting on the edge of the piano bench with a hot cup of tea in her hands, she gazed across the house and through the door to the small figure. She hadn't touched the piano keys ever since Maybelle went missing and there was no way in Chii's kingdom she would now. There was something so empty and soul-sucking about making music when others were in pain. It was something she struggled with when living in her mother's house. The music hurt when others hurt. It made her feel it too deeply when she already had troubles breathing.
Marcus was taking a well-deserved nap and Inwien had convinced Anthony to finish his magic class. They could only wait now, and there was no use wasting a perfectly good ticket to... well, to do exactly what she was doing. Somehow, it was even more miserable when Anthony was there. He held more guilt than she, and to see it deep in his eyes and in the crevices of his voice broke her heart.
She thought back to Traumer's advice.
"We just have to wait... wait and hope. That's what a mother does. She hopes and she loves."
She imagined herself back in the protecting arms shielded from grief and all hopelessness in the world. And she waited.
...

She wasn't sleeping well. How could she when Maybelle slept so soundly for so long? Drifting in and out of sleep, she wasn't sure what was a dream and what was real. Sometimes Marcus was missing but she would find him right where she last saw him and it had all been in her mind. Anthony had noticed and tried to make her sleep. As soon as she laid down her eyes would be wide open with "what if" terror.
Kneeling against the bed with Maybelle curled up in front of her, her eyes rolled shut. This time she didn't dream of her family.
A monstrous creature in the woods cackled into the night. Winny was hiding in his house - or was she captive there? She could not tell. One moment she was frightened, and the next moment she saw his face. Something about it was so revolting, so grotesque, and so utterly abominable it made her jump to her feet and attack it from primal hate. She peeled it into pieces in her hands effortlessly. It was so easy to destroy the image of something so cursed. But it faded.
Inwien opened her eyes, aware that it was a nightmare... but it wasn't. It was a good dream. It was the destruction of that which only caused evil. And it was so much sweeter than gazing on bandages covering half of a serene purple face. One green eye filled with confusion just stared back.
Wait.
"Anthony!!" she screamed. Maybelle was startled, but leaned into Winny's outstretched hand. "Oh, baby..." she whispered, relishing the brightness of her eye.
Anthony was there in an instant, beside her, and crying with her in a bittersweet reunion.
And for the first time, Maybelle called her 'momma'.
____

OOF okay so I didnt' intend to have so much story or so much feelz, but it just kind of happened. I shouldn't be surprised. It's 2AM. Oh yeah it's 2 AM so if there are obvious mistakes I'm obviously delusional right now.

Please excuse the fact I drew Belle's burn on the wrong side of her face. But also appreciate that i remembered Anthony only had one front leg... after lining it and realizing that he indeed should not have two.

ANYWAY. Enjoy. I'll be doing more Wyngro soon since I have some catching up to do on all my characters.

Anthony and Maybelle is belong to crabodile
Traumer (mentioned) is belong to WarriorsFanGirl1920
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WYNGRO
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Halfbody + 3
Background + 1
Story + 1

5/879

Description
When they brought her back she was limp. Inwien's heart had stopped for longer than physically possible as they laid the wyngling in her arms.
"She's alive," one of them said. Her heart began to beat with the sound of the small ones inside of Maybelle - slow, but steady.
Blinking the tears from her eyes, she looked down to see the burns on the left side of her face. Winny held her close and pressed her snout against the unharmed cheek.
She could barely think. Her chest clenched, feeling like it was her fault and that she could have done something... instead of just standing around.
I have to do something. I can't stand around anymore.
There was still much to do.
She swallowed her tears and the sob that bobbed in her throat. She swallowed it all until there was nothing left but a hot, determined stare.
"Did you send for Doctor F?" she asked.
The looks on their faces was enough to tell her they forgot in the shock of her return.
"You," she nodded to one gro, "Find him. Tell him everything." She turned to the next gro, "You - Get Anthony and bring him home."
Going inside the house, she felt a paw on her leg. Marcus looked up with wavering brown eyes. He was shaking and he couldn't make the words come out of his hanging mouth.
"Do you want to help?"
He nodded.
"Will you pump the basin full of water, please?" She tried to speak gently to ease his nerves while letting him feel useful.
Marcus ran off to the waterroom and Inwien made her way to the bedroom.
...

Inwien had barely taken her eyes off of Maybelle. She diligently watched the rise and fall of every breath. Sitting on the edge of the piano bench with a hot cup of tea in her hands, she gazed across the house and through the door to the small figure. She hadn't touched the piano keys ever since Maybelle went missing and there was no way in Chii's kingdom she would now. There was something so empty and soul-sucking about making music when others were in pain. It was something she struggled with when living in her mother's house. The music hurt when others hurt. It made her feel it too deeply when she already had troubles breathing.
Marcus was taking a well-deserved nap and Inwien had convinced Anthony to finish his magic class. They could only wait now, and there was no use wasting a perfectly good ticket to... well, to do exactly what she was doing. Somehow, it was even more miserable when Anthony was there. He held more guilt than she, and to see it deep in his eyes and in the crevices of his voice broke her heart.
She thought back to Traumer's advice.
"We just have to wait... wait and hope. That's what a mother does. She hopes and she loves."
She imagined herself back in the protecting arms shielded from grief and all hopelessness in the world. And she waited.
...

She wasn't sleeping well. How could she when Maybelle slept so soundly for so long? Drifting in and out of sleep, she wasn't sure what was a dream and what was real. Sometimes Marcus was missing but she would find him right where she last saw him and it had all been in her mind. Anthony had noticed and tried to make her sleep. As soon as she laid down her eyes would be wide open with "what if" terror.
Kneeling against the bed with Maybelle curled up in front of her, her eyes rolled shut. This time she didn't dream of her family.
A monstrous creature in the woods cackled into the night. Winny was hiding in his house - or was she captive there? She could not tell. One moment she was frightened, and the next moment she saw his face. Something about it was so revolting, so grotesque, and so utterly abominable it made her jump to her feet and attack it from primal hate. She peeled it into pieces in her hands effortlessly. It was so easy to destroy the image of something so cursed. But it faded.
Inwien opened her eyes, aware that it was a nightmare... but it wasn't. It was a good dream. It was the destruction of that which only caused evil. And it was so much sweeter than gazing on bandages covering half of a serene purple face. One green eye filled with confusion just stared back.
Wait.
"Anthony!!" she screamed. Maybelle was startled, but leaned into Winny's outstretched hand. "Oh, baby..." she whispered, relishing the brightness of her eye.
Anthony was there in an instant, beside her, and crying with her in a bittersweet reunion.
And for the first time, Maybelle called her 'momma'.
____

OOF okay so I didnt' intend to have so much story or so much feelz, but it just kind of happened. I shouldn't be surprised. It's 2AM. Oh yeah it's 2 AM so if there are obvious mistakes I'm obviously delusional right now.

Please excuse the fact I drew Belle's burn on the wrong side of her face. But also appreciate that i remembered Anthony only had one front leg... after lining it and realizing that he indeed should not have two.

ANYWAY. Enjoy. I'll be doing more Wyngro soon since I have some catching up to do on all my characters.

Anthony and Maybelle is belong to crabodile
Traumer (mentioned) is belong to WarriorsFanGirl1920
____

WYNGRO
____

Halfbody + 3
Background + 1
Story + 1

5/879