Tails and Terror

It also contains Abuse, And Trauma.
Category:Mature Content
Category:Fanfictions
Category:Fanfictions (Incomplete)
Category:Fanfictions (Semi-Canon)
Category:Content (AntarticaThunderWing)
Prologue
The Desert winds blew ferociously, with sand kicking up into the air for as far as the eye can see. A grey-yellow male SandWing with spots stood Beside a sand colored female, with black feet. The females obsidian black and brown eyes narrowed as she looked at the male through the sandstorm. “I don’t like this, nor you Caracal. But it’s the queen’s orders.” She hissed, her black tongue slipping in and out of her sharp toothed mouth. Caracal looked at her with annoyance in his black and gold eyes. “Bold of you to assume you’re the only one unhappy with this pairing. Maybe we could.. split? And one of us takes the egg?” His head turned to the grey-yellow spotted oval in the sand. “We have no choice! The queen’s word is law. We have to do what she says!” She hissed, flaring her large unusual amber wings, her pale gold sail flapping in the wind. Caracal winced at her outburst. “Calm down Hyena. It was only a suggestion.” Hyena scoffed. “Don’t you dare speak like that again. We cannot diverge from her orders, nor can we fail.”
Chapter one
Cheetah Backed into the corner, staring into her mother’s Hateful eyes. “You worthless, pathetic, piece of filth!” Her mother roared while arching her tail in the air, preparing to strike. “I’m sorry! I don’t even know what I did wrong!” Cheetah Squeaked, tears running down her face, and inside the grooves in her scales. “SORRY, DOESN’T CUT IT!” Hyena’s tail struck at Cheetah, cutting her ear. Cheetah could feel the poison rushing into her, and she curled into a tight ball, the blood coming from her ear, and previously slashed snout dripped down her face and neck, running onto her claws. She looked up at her mother with blurry, tear-filled eyes, before darting away, weaving under her mother’s mercilessly sharp and terrifying claws, up the stairs, and into her room, where she collapsed onto the ostrich feather filled antelope skin she used as a bed. She reached over and grasped the bright sting cactus beside her bed. My last one… She thought dejectedly. She squeezed the cactus juice onto the scratch on her ear, shuddering as the juice hit her cut scales, stinging a small bit.
What did I do to make mother hate me this much… I’ve tried so hard to please her.. to make her feel good about me.. to show I’m not a failure.. She placed the cactus back down, and curled into a tight ball, holding her tail away from her body, in fear of scratching herself. Can’t one day go by.. without her trying to kill me?… Maybe it’s because I remind her of father.. She hates him.. and probably wants to kill him too… I wish I could just fly away… but I can’t.. Cheetah sighed, remembering all the times she’d tried to run away, but had always been found, and brought right back to another round of scarring tail jabs, and furious claw swipes.