Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

ooc crap! sorry i didn't realize i was changing the spelling this is what happens when i make up weird ass names when i'm half asleep. Aisscylla would be the proper spelling. Aissylle felt the seed of the Dragon flooding inside her, and honestly, she could only be glad that he wasn't an Egg layer. the last thing she needed was to be an Eggbringer at her age. she was still considered 'too young' to actually mate. it would do terrible things to her mind, to bare young at such an age. she screamed again, the sound tired and weak, as the Drake struggled to get free from her. her aching cunt nearly ruined as it was by the monster length that had torn her apart. she wasn't too concerned about it though, her people where impressive healers. a day, maybe two, and she'd stop limping. she collapsed tot he ground, limp and unmoving, more tears spilling from her eyes as the drake scuttled off, uncaring about the creature he had scarred for life. and not just mental ones. she whimpered as the Dwarve's spoke around her, but she couldn't focus enough to truly understand what they where saying. dazed, stunned, and wishing for death that she was afraid she wouldn't receive. she whimpered again as he stepped on her back, but did nothing else. she didn't even twitch. she was in too much pain, and was in shock to boot. she managed to focus on what the Dwarf was saying to her. the blade was enchanted? what was he going to do to her? she gasped as she felt... something strange. it didn't hurt, or it might have, she wasn't sure, her cunt was hurting more than anything else so maybe it was drowning out the pain of her wing. she tried to flare, to drive sharp glass into the Dwarf's leg, but only one wing truly responded. the other was... she could feel it, still but it wasn't... it was like it had gone numb. she stared at the bag on the floor, which had carried her wing, and every last Fayne had fallen completely silent, horrified as they realized that these... things, could take their wings. they where beyond terrified now, and no one was resisting even a little anymore. she gasped as the other Wing was lopped off, no pain again, just an ungodly sensation of numbness that was almost more traumatizing than pain. she whimpered as he picked her wings up, and tugged pathetically at her bonds, keening pathetically like a featherling. like a newly hatched begging for their first sip of milk. it was a pathetic, broken sound as she realized she was going to be left there to die. in one last burst of Defiance she lifted her head and called out. Tlu Gareth, lil Quarval-sharess kyorl phor udossa jal. the Dwarve's wouldn't understand the strange words. it was the language of the Drow, long extinct. the Dark Elves just as gone as the Crystal Dragons they had bred with. but it gave the people the courage they needed to stumble along where the Dwarve's demanded. none of them where fighting back, or resisting, or anything, but the all consuming fear had been replaced with submission and resignation. they where beaten, and they knew it. she slumped back to the floor, closing her eyes, listening to the thundering of thousands of feet, going lower and lower, leaving her all alone... stupid thing to do really. she closed her eyes and slept. rest was the only thing she could do for now. but in the morning, the sound of the surf, the light of the sun, and the sound of the birds woke her, and she started working on the ropes, cutting them through, centimeter by centimeter until she was free. she couldn't move too well, every motion sent agony into her still leaking cunt. she crawled, slowly, inch by inch over to the chutes that would take the supplies to the fishers. it was like a giant slide, she used to love riding it before she got her gliding feathers. there was no fun now. she tumbled down the smooth wooden chutes, landing in a heap at the bottom, the sand sticking to her naked body as she whimpered. that had hurt twice as bad as she'd ever expected. she crawled over to several wooden baskets that she and the rest of the tribe made, and tipped them over. inside was clothing, food, and medical supplies that they always kept on hand for the sea goers. sometimes the fish bit back. she shuddered as she pulled out a healing salve, and carefully started to coat her pussy, spreading it outside, and inside and sighing in relief as the throbbing agony finally ended. it still hurt, yes, but the numbing salve would at least keep her moving for a while. she slowly sat up and reached around to touch where her wing was supposed to be. all that was left was tiny clusters of crystal, so small they looked more like scales. useless for defending herself, and the only thing left of her precious wings. she slowly got to her feet, and dressed, before she packed a bag with everything she thought she would need. bandages, two changes of clothing, food enough to last her for a week, healing salves, numbing salves, a knife that was usually only used to gut and de-scale the creatures they ate. and skin the creatures too of course, the Fayne used every part of an animal, and what they couldn't, they left in the wild for the other animals to have. she finally felt ready after sitting on the beach for far too long, and headed off down the beach until she started hitting unfamiliar territory. she knew that five hundred miles or so was a human settlement. all she had to do was follow the beach, that's what the elders said. just follow the beach. Aisscylla could only thank the Goddess that she was used to walking... granted, if she'd had her Dragon Wings... she doubted she'd have lived in the first place. so walk she did until nightfall, where she slept in a tree... it was... difficult to balance without her wings, but she managed to get a comfortable position. then with the dawn she continued walking, walking until she hit the village, and there she stood, frozen with terror... her wings where gone, her people gone... there was nothing left to take but her life or her remaining limbs... would these... humans, be as cruel and viscous as the Dwarves? would they help? COULD they help? she didn't know what to do, she she just sat down in the sand, and watched the fishing village go about their day, wondering if she could save her people, if she could ever get her wings back... if she could ever recover. Tanslation Be Strong, the Goddess watch over us all.