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Egg my shading is all wrong but pffffffffffffft I’m satisfied with the coloring

Mostly

Willow’s firework markings were lost to the abyss

Rest in piece (I can never get firework markings to stay on a Wyngro when I color them I don’t know whyyyyy)

Comics seem like a very easy way to tell a story, but I believe this requires a blurb on top, because Rorschach is odd. 👉👉

Rorschach had been watching the green wynling for a few days now. She puzzled him immensely; Despite her prettiness and sweet persona, none of the other wynlings seemed to want her to play with them. They didn’t seek her out at the very least. Rorschach personally didn’t seek the company of his nookmates, but they had reason to avoid him. He’d caught himself staring while lost in his thoughts several times the past week, and he didn’t very much enjoy the gesture directed at himself. Even so, he hasn’t been giving them dirty looks when he stared, so they were the ones being unreasonable.

Something he had noticed was her sleep schedule. She didn’t often play in the day, instead roaming the nook at night. He’d discovered this on accident, having planned to spend the evening making sure the nook was protected from The Mum Snatcher. While barricading the door he’d noticed her slip by and heard her claws tapping the wooden floor as she ran, presumably in fear of being sent back to bed. This was indeed a horrible fate, Rorschach had spent many a night lying awake and still for fear that the Mum Snatcher would get in and take him too. He was much weaker than his mum, and the idea of his mum escaping it and coming to the nook for him only to learn he’d been eaten by the beast brought tears to his eyes. He shook them away, the thought self fulfilling. Now was not the time to cry. He wanted to know what made her so different. It startled him when the green wynling’s head whipped towards him and she jumped, not having sensed his presence earlier

. “W-what do you want? I-I’m sorry for whatever I did!” She stammered, clearly frightened.

Rorschach panicked for a moment, upset he had caused her anguish. “Oh, you did not do anything” he said quietly. “I wos just wondering about you” He stated without thinking. “You are very pretty, it puzzles me why the other children do not play with you.” He added after a moment of tense silence.

Willow looked confused for a minute before slowly beginning to calm down. “O-Oh, well, hm” she began. “I’m a little... different” she replied vaguely, looking down at her claws.

Rorschach had never been talented at reading between the lines of people’s statements. “You are green like a tree” he will agree. “Most others look like fruit” he remarked thoughtfully. He squinted his eyes a little as if he was struggling to remember the colors of their nook mates.

Willow squinted a little as well, though it was much more in confusion. The strange wynling was odd at best. “I-I guess so” she agreed before Rorschach butted in again.

“But everyone likes unique children. Being their friend makes you-“ He cut himself off to sit down and raise his paws in quotations. “Interesting in a good way” He made this statement in a fashion that suggested this was a term he’d heard often.

The term was not as familiar to Willow. She gave a small nod. “I-I’m Different in another way” she replied, lowering her voice in discomfort.

“How?” Rorschach asked without missing a beat.

“I’d rather not talk about it” she looked away, seeming to be thinking about something he was unaware of.

“Oh” he replied simply. “Well, I think you’re very nice.” He replied. “I should continue preparations, The False Mother takes them down every night.” He stared down the hallway, talking to himself now.

“Make preparations for what?” Willow asked, turning back to the purple child.

“The monster” He said bluntly, though his mysterious-ness was entirely accidental. Alas, his staring into the darkness did not help his case.

“You see them too?” Willow will ask, catching Rorschach’s full attention.

“Then? There’s more than one?” His expression changed drastically for the first time in the conversation with his ears laid down now and his eyes wider in fear.

“Th-They aren’t harmful!” Willow said quickly, the purple wynling’s sudden terror catching her off guard. “N-Not directly anyways, I don’t know” she only realized her partial lie after it had been said, but this realization was cut short before she could fix the mistake.

“W-Wrong” Rorschach said, stiffening. “He took me mum.” He calmed down and closed his eyes, pressing a paw to his head. “H-He.....” He shook his head, struggling. “He grabbed her, and I fell on the dirt, and she yelled something, and then he took her away.” He’ll tear up at the memories, upset now.

Willow frowned, unsure of what to do. “W-Well it’s ok now?” She offered hopefully.

It seemed to have worked for a moment as Rorshach straightened up, staring at her blankly now. Cogs were moving in his mind. ‘She knows what they are, if she knows what they are then I can find out where they are and I can find mum and bring her home myself’ he realized. He suddenly ran away without a word, leaving Willow confused and shaken again.

“H-Hey! Wait! Where are you going?” She yelled after him. He was unfortunately too far away to hear her or be chased by that time, running as fast as his tiny legs would carry him.

876 words

To be continued: jelwolf.deviantart.com/art/The…

Willow (Green) belongs to Vaylore who is a beautiful person thank you for working with me ;w; I hope I got Willow somewhat right

Rorschach (purple) on the other hand is my odd son

+ 1 full body gift

+ 2 headshots

+ 1 story

6/538 Wyns

Description

Egg my shading is all wrong but pffffffffffffft I’m satisfied with the coloring

Mostly

Willow’s firework markings were lost to the abyss

Rest in piece (I can never get firework markings to stay on a Wyngro when I color them I don’t know whyyyyy)

Comics seem like a very easy way to tell a story, but I believe this requires a blurb on top, because Rorschach is odd. 👉👉

Rorschach had been watching the green wynling for a few days now. She puzzled him immensely; Despite her prettiness and sweet persona, none of the other wynlings seemed to want her to play with them. They didn’t seek her out at the very least. Rorschach personally didn’t seek the company of his nookmates, but they had reason to avoid him. He’d caught himself staring while lost in his thoughts several times the past week, and he didn’t very much enjoy the gesture directed at himself. Even so, he hasn’t been giving them dirty looks when he stared, so they were the ones being unreasonable.

Something he had noticed was her sleep schedule. She didn’t often play in the day, instead roaming the nook at night. He’d discovered this on accident, having planned to spend the evening making sure the nook was protected from The Mum Snatcher. While barricading the door he’d noticed her slip by and heard her claws tapping the wooden floor as she ran, presumably in fear of being sent back to bed. This was indeed a horrible fate, Rorschach had spent many a night lying awake and still for fear that the Mum Snatcher would get in and take him too. He was much weaker than his mum, and the idea of his mum escaping it and coming to the nook for him only to learn he’d been eaten by the beast brought tears to his eyes. He shook them away, the thought self fulfilling. Now was not the time to cry. He wanted to know what made her so different. It startled him when the green wynling’s head whipped towards him and she jumped, not having sensed his presence earlier

. “W-what do you want? I-I’m sorry for whatever I did!” She stammered, clearly frightened.

Rorschach panicked for a moment, upset he had caused her anguish. “Oh, you did not do anything” he said quietly. “I wos just wondering about you” He stated without thinking. “You are very pretty, it puzzles me why the other children do not play with you.” He added after a moment of tense silence.

Willow looked confused for a minute before slowly beginning to calm down. “O-Oh, well, hm” she began. “I’m a little... different” she replied vaguely, looking down at her claws.

Rorschach had never been talented at reading between the lines of people’s statements. “You are green like a tree” he will agree. “Most others look like fruit” he remarked thoughtfully. He squinted his eyes a little as if he was struggling to remember the colors of their nook mates.

Willow squinted a little as well, though it was much more in confusion. The strange wynling was odd at best. “I-I guess so” she agreed before Rorschach butted in again.

“But everyone likes unique children. Being their friend makes you-“ He cut himself off to sit down and raise his paws in quotations. “Interesting in a good way” He made this statement in a fashion that suggested this was a term he’d heard often.

The term was not as familiar to Willow. She gave a small nod. “I-I’m Different in another way” she replied, lowering her voice in discomfort.

“How?” Rorschach asked without missing a beat.

“I’d rather not talk about it” she looked away, seeming to be thinking about something he was unaware of.

“Oh” he replied simply. “Well, I think you’re very nice.” He replied. “I should continue preparations, The False Mother takes them down every night.” He stared down the hallway, talking to himself now.

“Make preparations for what?” Willow asked, turning back to the purple child.

“The monster” He said bluntly, though his mysterious-ness was entirely accidental. Alas, his staring into the darkness did not help his case.

“You see them too?” Willow will ask, catching Rorschach’s full attention.

“Then? There’s more than one?” His expression changed drastically for the first time in the conversation with his ears laid down now and his eyes wider in fear.

“Th-They aren’t harmful!” Willow said quickly, the purple wynling’s sudden terror catching her off guard. “N-Not directly anyways, I don’t know” she only realized her partial lie after it had been said, but this realization was cut short before she could fix the mistake.

“W-Wrong” Rorschach said, stiffening. “He took me mum.” He calmed down and closed his eyes, pressing a paw to his head. “H-He.....” He shook his head, struggling. “He grabbed her, and I fell on the dirt, and she yelled something, and then he took her away.” He’ll tear up at the memories, upset now.

Willow frowned, unsure of what to do. “W-Well it’s ok now?” She offered hopefully.

It seemed to have worked for a moment as Rorshach straightened up, staring at her blankly now. Cogs were moving in his mind. ‘She knows what they are, if she knows what they are then I can find out where they are and I can find mum and bring her home myself’ he realized. He suddenly ran away without a word, leaving Willow confused and shaken again.

“H-Hey! Wait! Where are you going?” She yelled after him. He was unfortunately too far away to hear her or be chased by that time, running as fast as his tiny legs would carry him.

876 words

To be continued: jelwolf.deviantart.com/art/The…

Willow (Green) belongs to Vaylore who is a beautiful person thank you for working with me ;w; I hope I got Willow somewhat right

Rorschach (purple) on the other hand is my odd son

+ 1 full body gift

+ 2 headshots

+ 1 story

6/538 Wyns