Visceral Feelings

Cover by Morpho.
This is a fanfiction by MorphoTheRainWing. Don't edit without permission or steal the idea. This takes place in The Morphoverse. Coding is from the Helio Wiki's CSS Patterns page. Warning: This story may contain mild disturbing themes.
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Visceral has been living alone her whole life, hopping from forest to forest and town and town, but never fitting in with her strange appearance and twisted visions. However, one day, she finds a place called Jade City where almost everyone seems to be accepted, even Visceral. There, she has to learn how to adjust to society, but she has the help of a few new friends. What her friends can't seem to help her figure out, however, is the strange, mysterious visions of diamonds that she keeps having. Will Visceral be able to finally learn to fit in and figure out what her mysterious visions mean?
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Will update as new characters are introduced.
* Visceral (main character)
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Chapters will get names and cover images soon...er or later.
=== Prologue: Lights ===
She remembered very little of her hatching.
The main thing that she remembered was one word.
Visceral.
The word wrapped around the whole blurry memory like a snake, and went deep into who she was. That was her name; Visceral was sure of it.
The only other things that she remembered were a sudden light, and voices saying things, but she didn't remember what. Then, she remembered being lifted into the air, and confusion and then betrayal, and then a deep sadness.
That was how her life started. It hadn't gotten much better from there.
=== Chapter 1: Part of Your World ===
Visceral was throwing up rose petals.
As she heaved and coughed, clouds of lovely pale pink rose petals came out of her throat instead of smoke. No matter how much she tried to stop it, the petals kept coming out.
She retched one final time, a flurry of petals shooting out of her mouth like a SkyWing's fire. 
Then, she opened all three of her eyes, awakening from her nightmare. 
As always, there was a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach that made her want to claw at the dream as hard as she could to try to make sense of it. She shook the feeling off of her scales, getting on all four talons and stretching her rainbow-flecked wings. Her scales felt painful in some places.
Oh no, are pine needles stuck between my scales again? Visceral thought. She bent her neck to check and sighed. Sure enough, there were. Well, I guess that's one of the problems of sleeping on a forest floor.
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