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oh hi there

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“No... “

She had done it this time. She’d killed her own kin directly. At least last time it was only her cowardice. This time, she’d struck the blow herself. She couldn’t forgive herself, she wasn’t surprised Zooka couldn’t forgive her.

She collapsed in the leaf litter, barely comprehending.

Zooka leaned over the unconscious Vulpix’s head. He couldn’t be dead, surely?

Still shaking rather badly, he pressed his face into Nye’s bloodied fur and tried to hear anything over the din around them. Any little sign.

There! It was weak, but...

A heartbeat.

He was alive! Zooka now whipped off his scarf-mask and pressed it up onto Nye’s largest, newest gash. He wouldn’t last long losing blood, even he knew that. As he watched, Nye’s chest was rising and falling, very slightly, but he was able to breathe. The Whimsicott aided him a little, prising the Vulpix’s jaws apart and using his affinity for wind to coax a little more breath into his lungs.

He chanced a glance over his back. She was just lying there, staring at her own paws. He wondered whether he should tell her Nye was still alive, but he couldn’t think... what would he say to her?

Suddenly the realisation of where they were hit him like an axe in the face.

Tivoli could still be heard rampaging, and somewhere disturbingly close. Overhead there were squawks and shouts as dragons brawled, and the ones in the jungle itself were still tripping around the place.

How on earth could he get out of here?

Zooka was already exhausted from heaving that heavy whatsit up a bajillion stairs. No way could he carry Nye. And he didn’t want Syrren anywhere near either of them. She might go crazy again and try to kill them. But if they stayed here, they’d be eaten by a monster for sure, the only variable was which monster got to have an easy meal.

As if answering this very, terrible thought, a gigantic brown beast suddenly crashed through the trees behind him and skidded to a halt, leaving debris of broken trees and dust in their wake. Zooka jumped and spun around, letting out a terrified squeaking noise.

The long neck of the beast quickly swooped down to get a better look at this prey. But unexpectedly, instead of pouncing, it simply spoke.

“Magpie?”
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This is all I've done for now so you have to wait for the rest! Shouldn't be too far off.... I hope.

Description

Mission 4 start ~ Previous ~ Next

oh hi there

---
“No... “

She had done it this time. She’d killed her own kin directly. At least last time it was only her cowardice. This time, she’d struck the blow herself. She couldn’t forgive herself, she wasn’t surprised Zooka couldn’t forgive her.

She collapsed in the leaf litter, barely comprehending.

Zooka leaned over the unconscious Vulpix’s head. He couldn’t be dead, surely?

Still shaking rather badly, he pressed his face into Nye’s bloodied fur and tried to hear anything over the din around them. Any little sign.

There! It was weak, but...

A heartbeat.

He was alive! Zooka now whipped off his scarf-mask and pressed it up onto Nye’s largest, newest gash. He wouldn’t last long losing blood, even he knew that. As he watched, Nye’s chest was rising and falling, very slightly, but he was able to breathe. The Whimsicott aided him a little, prising the Vulpix’s jaws apart and using his affinity for wind to coax a little more breath into his lungs.

He chanced a glance over his back. She was just lying there, staring at her own paws. He wondered whether he should tell her Nye was still alive, but he couldn’t think... what would he say to her?

Suddenly the realisation of where they were hit him like an axe in the face.

Tivoli could still be heard rampaging, and somewhere disturbingly close. Overhead there were squawks and shouts as dragons brawled, and the ones in the jungle itself were still tripping around the place.

How on earth could he get out of here?

Zooka was already exhausted from heaving that heavy whatsit up a bajillion stairs. No way could he carry Nye. And he didn’t want Syrren anywhere near either of them. She might go crazy again and try to kill them. But if they stayed here, they’d be eaten by a monster for sure, the only variable was which monster got to have an easy meal.

As if answering this very, terrible thought, a gigantic brown beast suddenly crashed through the trees behind him and skidded to a halt, leaving debris of broken trees and dust in their wake. Zooka jumped and spun around, letting out a terrified squeaking noise.

The long neck of the beast quickly swooped down to get a better look at this prey. But unexpectedly, instead of pouncing, it simply spoke.

“Magpie?”
---
This is all I've done for now so you have to wait for the rest! Shouldn't be too far off.... I hope.