alone at the edge of the universe humming a tune by eatinq-cabbaqe on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

From the second Ninety-Nine hatched, they knew something wasn't right. From the red eyes to the dull lighting of the room filled with cloaked figures, everything about the situation had seemed dangerous. There were other wynglings, and they didn't help calm the ominous vibe of the room. None of them looked happy, some looked as scared as they felt, others looked downright defiant. Quiet whispering was heard before something was placed around their neck. It was a bit scratchy, but not altogether uncomfortable. Before they were given anytime to process what had just occurred, they were scooped up and placed into the arms of one of the hooded figures. Ninety-Nine resisted the urge to struggle. These wyngrew were much larger than them, and when trying to escape she would barely stand a chance. It was upsetting, to say the least. To feel so desolate seconds after being born? It felt a pity. Of course, they didn't know any other ways there were to come into existence, nor if there were different ways. Perhaps this was how everyone experienced it? Perhaps not. All they had to get out of this situation was sheer luck and their instinct.

Shortly after they had gotten through this train of thought, they were set down onto a cushion in a room better lit than the others they had crossed. It still wasn't pleasant, not at all, but the surrounding light gave a better grip on their surroundings, which they were thankful for. They were also comforted by the presence of the other wynglings, around their age, that appeared to be accompanying them in the room as well. They didn't feel like talking to anybody, but felt that it was a good idea to study those surrounding them. They quickly noticed that each of them bore an accessory not unlike their own, which had turned out to be a scarf. Each accessory had a number engraved onto it, although they weren't sure what these meant. They heard the others referring to their surrounding company by these numbers. From this astute observation, they decided that these numbers were more than likely the other wyngling's names.

Carefully sliding their own scarf from around their neck, they made a few observations. Unlike the other wynglings, theirs did not appear to be new. It looked more like a hand-me-down, and they wondered if they had run out of accessories to give out. It smelled faintly sweet, and the once white fabric was stained a light cream colour. In the center hanging over their chest, a tag was attached that read the numbers "99". It was disappointing, having the only thing to give them a clue to who they were or where they came from not even being of quality, but it provided a form of comfort. Slipping the scarf carefully back on, and covering their muzzle with the warm fabric, they attempted to go back to sleep. Maybe, just maybe, it would feel like their homely egg again.

i just. could not make it to the 600 word count. sad day
i was going to add a background but quite frankly i do not have the motivation for that so. here we are JFSHUDGSUHF

+accessory
+hair tuft

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