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As a wyngling Sweet Pea had always dreamed of traveling the world, taking on adventures and defending herself and friends with all variety of defensive magic at her disposal. Taking on villains and defending the weak from monsters- just like in the stories she’d read as a kid.

As an adult, she’d realized just how unrealistic that was for someone like her.

Pea was not much of a fighter- never had been.

And nothing was as strong a reminder of the fact as the big behemoth of a pelt prowler that had appeared so uncomfortably close to Wynsiph.

Early in the battle, when they’d found Turtle in the pelt prowler’s clutches, she’d used her earth magic to displace clumps of earth and fire off rocks into the massive spite’s body. They were decently effective attacks, but nothing compared to the weaponry and fire of more battle-capable gros.

Pea, more than aware of her own personal strengths and weaknesses, wasn’t especially upset by this- she’d landed a few hits she was satisfied with- and turned toward a strategy that would utilize her real talents: her healing abilities.

Don't get too close to the Prowler. Don’t get too close to the Prowler.

Pea sheathed her wings and dropped like a rock. Her runeboo, Oleander, was perched on her shoulder and latched on tightly. The boo had quickly gotten used to this particular maneuver.

Whether or not she was a fan of it was presently undecided.

She plummeted for a second before popping her wings back out and catching herself just above the ground. Her fluffy paws met the grass and she raced toward Dr.F. The doctor had stationed himself well behind the line of fighting gros, having quickly set up an area where he could work in relative peace.

Well, as peaceful as a battleground could be.

Pea had taken it upon herself to be wherever he could not, zipping from one end of the battle to the other, taking care of small injuries and directing the seriously injured Dr.F’s way for anything well beyond her novice skill.

She started to speak, but drew up short upon seeing that Dr.F was laser-focused on his current patient- a gro with missing leg.

She quickly scanned the immediate area, locating a handful of other wounded that she’d sent to his station. Someone was missing, however…

She had tended to a gro with some pretty serious wounds on their arm- quite a while ago, actually. Having done what she could, she directed them toward Dr.F and, after receiving an affirmative response, moved on to the next.

Maybe they hadn’t made it yet?

Or maybe...

Pea glanced back toward the fray. She spotted a couple familiar faces, but, among all the action she couldn’t discern if the AWOL patient was among them.

Quickly stopping to refill her depleted supplies, she shouldered her bag and took off again.

Don't get too close to the Prowler. Don’t get too close to the Prowler.

She kept to the outskirts of the battle, circling twice. She stopped to tend to the wounded a handful of times, all the while keeping an eye out for the missing gro.

Where were they?

She hovered for a moment, eyeing the front lines suspiciously.

No, surely not.

Their wounds had been serious, no way they jumped back into the fray.

She retracted her wings and plummeted again. Ollie dug her little boo feet into her shoulder as they fell. One second, two seconds, and Pea caught herself just above the heads of the fighting gro.

Ollie leapt down from her shoulder and took off. Maybe she was too close to danger for the little boo’s comfort, Pea wondered briefly.

Carefully steering clear of projectile weapons and any magic attacks, she searched the crowd.

She could see her friends and felt a strange blend of both pride in their bravery and overwhelming concern for their well being. Xavier, armed with a torch and his skill in fire magic, was busy scorching the prowler’s grotesque pelts. She spotted Loey, decked out in borrowed armor and reunited with Turtle, zipping here and there as they fought. Her vision gravitated toward a familiar shade of pink and there was Licorice- armed with a pitchfork, one of the many makeshift weapons courtesy of Lasso- that he was using to strike at the massive body of the spite.

Everyone was fighting so hard to defend their friends and family, fighting so hard to defend their town-

-Their town where her baby was being protected, Pea was reminded not for the first time.

The anxiety set in as she thought of little Jellybean, hatched only a few days ago. He was so tiny, so young. He hasn’t even gotten to experience anything of the world yet, and now here was a massive spite trying to-

She took a breath, fighting back the maternal terror that dug its icy claws into her chest.

She couldn’t spiral right now- she needed to focus on the task at hand.

Pea rose, trying to put some distance between her and the fight.

Don't get too close to the Prowler. Don’t get too close-

A chill raced along her spine, some instinctual fear coursing throughout her body. She was compelled to direct her gaze to her side. She did so, and her breath caught in her throat.

She was eye-level with the Prowler, her terrified gaze meeting those horrific void-like eyes.

She’d gotten distracted.

She’d flown too close.

She panicked and tried to bolt away, wings buzzing as fast as they could go. But, faster than she could react, the spite lifted its terrible blade-like claws and took a deadly swipe at her.

The impact was hard and her head took the brunt of it. Her vision exploded, and she was falling in complete darkness.

She was barely aware of hurtling toward the ground- falling for only one, maybe two seconds- until she struck the cold earth. The air was torn from her lungs and her limp body rolled a few times over before finally falling still. She thought she heard someone call her name and attempted to open her eyes, eyelids fluttering weakly.

Her vision swam briefly with indiscernible shades of red before she fell unconscious.

WC: 1041

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Description

As a wyngling Sweet Pea had always dreamed of traveling the world, taking on adventures and defending herself and friends with all variety of defensive magic at her disposal. Taking on villains and defending the weak from monsters- just like in the stories she’d read as a kid.

As an adult, she’d realized just how unrealistic that was for someone like her.

Pea was not much of a fighter- never had been.

And nothing was as strong a reminder of the fact as the big behemoth of a pelt prowler that had appeared so uncomfortably close to Wynsiph.

Early in the battle, when they’d found Turtle in the pelt prowler’s clutches, she’d used her earth magic to displace clumps of earth and fire off rocks into the massive spite’s body. They were decently effective attacks, but nothing compared to the weaponry and fire of more battle-capable gros.

Pea, more than aware of her own personal strengths and weaknesses, wasn’t especially upset by this- she’d landed a few hits she was satisfied with- and turned toward a strategy that would utilize her real talents: her healing abilities.

Don't get too close to the Prowler. Don’t get too close to the Prowler.

Pea sheathed her wings and dropped like a rock. Her runeboo, Oleander, was perched on her shoulder and latched on tightly. The boo had quickly gotten used to this particular maneuver.

Whether or not she was a fan of it was presently undecided.

She plummeted for a second before popping her wings back out and catching herself just above the ground. Her fluffy paws met the grass and she raced toward Dr.F. The doctor had stationed himself well behind the line of fighting gros, having quickly set up an area where he could work in relative peace.

Well, as peaceful as a battleground could be.

Pea had taken it upon herself to be wherever he could not, zipping from one end of the battle to the other, taking care of small injuries and directing the seriously injured Dr.F’s way for anything well beyond her novice skill.

She started to speak, but drew up short upon seeing that Dr.F was laser-focused on his current patient- a gro with missing leg.

She quickly scanned the immediate area, locating a handful of other wounded that she’d sent to his station. Someone was missing, however…

She had tended to a gro with some pretty serious wounds on their arm- quite a while ago, actually. Having done what she could, she directed them toward Dr.F and, after receiving an affirmative response, moved on to the next.

Maybe they hadn’t made it yet?

Or maybe...

Pea glanced back toward the fray. She spotted a couple familiar faces, but, among all the action she couldn’t discern if the AWOL patient was among them.

Quickly stopping to refill her depleted supplies, she shouldered her bag and took off again.

Don't get too close to the Prowler. Don’t get too close to the Prowler.

She kept to the outskirts of the battle, circling twice. She stopped to tend to the wounded a handful of times, all the while keeping an eye out for the missing gro.

Where were they?

She hovered for a moment, eyeing the front lines suspiciously.

No, surely not.

Their wounds had been serious, no way they jumped back into the fray.

She retracted her wings and plummeted again. Ollie dug her little boo feet into her shoulder as they fell. One second, two seconds, and Pea caught herself just above the heads of the fighting gro.

Ollie leapt down from her shoulder and took off. Maybe she was too close to danger for the little boo’s comfort, Pea wondered briefly.

Carefully steering clear of projectile weapons and any magic attacks, she searched the crowd.

She could see her friends and felt a strange blend of both pride in their bravery and overwhelming concern for their well being. Xavier, armed with a torch and his skill in fire magic, was busy scorching the prowler’s grotesque pelts. She spotted Loey, decked out in borrowed armor and reunited with Turtle, zipping here and there as they fought. Her vision gravitated toward a familiar shade of pink and there was Licorice- armed with a pitchfork, one of the many makeshift weapons courtesy of Lasso- that he was using to strike at the massive body of the spite.

Everyone was fighting so hard to defend their friends and family, fighting so hard to defend their town-

-Their town where her baby was being protected, Pea was reminded not for the first time.

The anxiety set in as she thought of little Jellybean, hatched only a few days ago. He was so tiny, so young. He hasn’t even gotten to experience anything of the world yet, and now here was a massive spite trying to-

She took a breath, fighting back the maternal terror that dug its icy claws into her chest.

She couldn’t spiral right now- she needed to focus on the task at hand.

Pea rose, trying to put some distance between her and the fight.

Don't get too close to the Prowler. Don’t get too close-

A chill raced along her spine, some instinctual fear coursing throughout her body. She was compelled to direct her gaze to her side. She did so, and her breath caught in her throat.

She was eye-level with the Prowler, her terrified gaze meeting those horrific void-like eyes.

She’d gotten distracted.

She’d flown too close.

She panicked and tried to bolt away, wings buzzing as fast as they could go. But, faster than she could react, the spite lifted its terrible blade-like claws and took a deadly swipe at her.

The impact was hard and her head took the brunt of it. Her vision exploded, and she was falling in complete darkness.

She was barely aware of hurtling toward the ground- falling for only one, maybe two seconds- until she struck the cold earth. The air was torn from her lungs and her limp body rolled a few times over before finally falling still. She thought she heard someone call her name and attempted to open her eyes, eyelids fluttering weakly.

Her vision swam briefly with indiscernible shades of red before she fell unconscious.

WC: 1041

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10/ 1008 wyn

MAX WYNS BABY
WE DID IT GANG