⋆ ☁︎ Rewrite Your Story True, He No Longer Controls You. Has He Ever, Or Was It One Higher Than Both Of You? ⋆ ☁︎
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@COLDSTEELCLAWS //eeeee, depending on how yous feels, its either 'used as a cushion after a few swats' cooked, or 'laying in the snow disoriented' cooked..
[ It had to run, it had to do something. It- ]
[ Thrashing still, it rushed in a direction, swinging wildly. It had to put itself first, it had to right their wrong, it had to put them on the right path again, it had to hurt them, whatever they were. ]
The unit blinked away once he saw the paw in view, standing as it hears him weeping. Twisting at its mind, the unknown blatant to its sight, but he refused it. He couldn't.
" POMPOUS...? "
[ It flinched, arms flailing, swatting at whatever it was holding them. It didn't- It wanted to run again. To curl up and cry, to get away. Nothing like the usual that he knew. ]
> Cchhr- Chhrr chhrrii-...!
Their hands pressed against their "cheeks," eyes drooping as they observe the traits of what they became. This was enough. It can be enough.
They can fix this, the best divisions can fix this.
And they'll figure out what happened, and catch whoever fucking done this.
[ It could barely hear the other even still, its tail drooping further as it cowered. Where was it, was it them? It was all so muddled, it didn't feel real. It tried to summon something, barely a spark appearing before it nearly crumpled. Hurt, tired.. ]
> ...Cchhrrkk...?
The feathers were familiar. It didn't matter if it was wrong— it's been a week since he lost contact with him, rushing and nearly stumbling as he approaches the crying creature.
It's hard to decipher through the fog, but he couldn't second guess.
" YOU WERE HURT. "
[ Which way was it going..? Or, was it going in circles..? Round and round and round.. It stopped once again. ]
< He stood atop the tree, a blurred face greeting him warmly. >
[ It was listening for something. It wondered if it deserved this. Maybe it did. Another hiccup. ]
The sound of crying had tugged the unit to follow. They were prepared to do whatever is necessary, having an objective to report someone missing or direct them back to their designated area.
But the footprints were not covered by snow this time, eyes widening as he blinks +
[ ...Ah. A muffled voice. It was, close. Close enough. It got back onto its feet, quivering a bit as it started to walk once more. Maybe.. maybe it was someone who could help, could see. Could lead them.. Another sob, it was the only noise it could make. ]
it..? What was it missing..? Why did it hurt so much to think, to move, to breathe. ]
[ A low groan came from it as tears stained the ground again. It wanted to go home. ]
[ It had sat on the ground by now, its wings tattered and stained with blood. Not even the crows would come to comfort what was once considered their own. ]
< He laid in the grass, looking up at the sky. He wondered how everyone was doing. >
[ ...It. Missed someone. Who was +