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July 25, 2023 at 10:56 am #152157
NYXIEEEEEEEEEÂ đđđ
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
July 25, 2023 at 3:58 pm #152198@euodia-vision @esther-c @mineralizedwritings @keilah-h @koshka @freedomwriter76 @whalekeeper
HERE IS PART 2!! This will be a three-parter!!!
Prompt 18: Fever Dream/Hysteria
TW: Blood, Kitnapping, Mention of animal slavery/abuse/skinning, needles, death
I know the TW make it sound rough but itâs actually not as bad as it sounds? XD
Nyxâs limbs struggled against the force that held him still; everything inside of him crying out to be free. His jaws snapped relentlessly, grabbing hold of whatever he could find, eyes growing dim.
He could still feel the sharp, burning pain in his hip from where the needle had been inserted. ThatâŚdisgusting piece of metalâŚ.inside of himâŚadministering who knows what into his systemâŚ
The thought of itâŚthe feeling of fur and skin breaking, even for just a secondâŚ
Nyx just couldnât help himself. Could no longer tell friend from foe. All he could see was pitch blackness and blood, like ink, dripping past his vision.
Heâd fought hard. He really had. But in the end, he couldnât help but succumb to the numbing anxiety coursing through him as his labored breaths caught up to him. The tiredness and fear from before finally forcing itself onto him, making every piece of him sluggish.
At last, he gave into the overwhelming urge to justâŚ.
Sleep.
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Sunlight.
Warmth.
Dew dripping from the vines.
The soft, dark tan fur that nuzzled up beside him, filling his senses. Her smell, like the wildflowers that surrounded them; wild but wonderful. Earthy as the soil.Â
Her nose dove into his fur, a contented trill echoing from her maw as the cool wetness touched his warmth. She smiled, settling in around him.Â
The small kit tucked his head up from his motherâs curling grasp, a single ear shot up; the other drooping.
He yawned. Blinked.
Another kit ran by, jumping over the mother foxâs front paws, his black fur shining in the sunlight. He squealed as he was chased by another kit, this one similar in color to the mother, and the smaller one in her grip, though with cocoa brown accents.
The black furred kit continued to run in his chase before tripping over an extended branch, tumbling headfirst. He sat up, shaking his head and three tails. A halfway grin lit his face as he squealed with laughter, his sister stopping to laugh with him.
A fourth kit, this one a beautiful, pearl white in color, stepped out from the den behind the mother; hidden in the plain sight. She blinked in the sunlight, glancing up, ears perked.
The smallest of them, still tucked near Motherâs bosom, lifted a paw, preparing to take a step out. He slipped, sliding down his motherâs side, tails flailing.
His siblings glanced at him, all bigger and brighter then he. They grinned, the blackest one snickering.
Mother snapped, a small click coming from her throat as she lifted her youngest in her mouth, setting him on the grass.
âDonât tease,â She spoke, voice firm but gentle, her tongue licking out at the youngest kit as she cleaned him. She glanced at the other kits, raising a brow. âShouldnât you be heading out? Father is waiting.â
The black kit straightened, seeming to blush a bit as his sister laughed. The three obeyed, rushing off through the grass, making little to no noise, as theyâd been taught.
The littlest kit squeaked as he watched his siblings go, nose scrunching as he frowned. He fell to his stomach, placing his head onto his front paws, pouting. Mother smiled, nuzzling him with her nose.
âAh *****. Youâll join them one day. I promise. You just need to get a bit bigger.â
Little one huffed in annoyance, burying his face as his mother continued to clean him.
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â****!âÂ
The littlest kit awoke, blinking a few times before yawning. He scowled as his mother poked his head and then his side. He swatted at her, only for her to pick him up by the scruff. He squeaked, eyes widening.
âWe need to go. Now.â
Little one blinked, glancing up at his mother.
Her bright brown eyes shook with a look heâd never seen in them before, yetâŚone he seemed to know immediately.
Fear.
She jumped from the den, keeping her head and body low, hiding and lurking through the grass as she left.Â
Little one looked up, noticing the moon was out. He looked around.Â
Why was his siblings not home?
His father?
He Squeaked.
âShhh *****.â
His mother ducked under a limb, crawled under some bush. Paused. Her eyes narrowed as she sniffed the air, setting Little One down for a moment.
He sat stock still, staring at Mother with intensity, scanning every nook of her face.
He wasnât sure what was happeningâŚorâŚwhy he was feeling the way he was feelingâŚ
Or what this feeling even wasâŚ
ButâŚ
He knew he didnât like it.
Mother glanced at him. Forced a smile. âStay here, *****.â She bent down her head, touching Little Oneâs nose with her own. âIâll be back soon, I promise.â
Little One squeaked as his mother backed up and then disappeared into the dark brush, leaving the tiny kit alone, the cold wind beating against his fur.
He shivered, sniffling. He hunkered down, tails swaying.Â
It seemed like hours passed as he waited. Perhaps it was only a few moments.
Where was Mother?
It was so cold out hereâŚ
AndâŚhe was kinda hungry.
Why had they left?
And where was Poppa and his siblings?
Little One whimpered, laying down and shivering.
For a momentâŚhe wonderedâŚ
Was Mother ever coming back?
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He wasnât sure whenâŚbut at some point, Little One must have fallen asleep.
Until he was awoken by the sound of a shrill cry.Â
 He jumped, tails wrapping under his legs, eyes widening as the cold air chilled him to his core.
It was pitch black now, the forest around him looking darker than ever before. He squeaked. And squeaked again, wishing his mother were here. Calling for her.
Another shrill cry.
He took a step, peeking out from the brush he was hidden in as the cries grew more frantic. MoreâŚ
Familiar.
Mother�
Little One shrieked as his motherâs eye caught his; the look of pure desperation and fear making him freeze in place.
She let out a screech that sounded like she was being murdered, her eyes bulging as a rough, coarse hand tightened around her neck. She writhed and clawed at her attacker, fangs bared, but it seemed to be no use.
ButâŚafter watching for a moment, Little One realized that, his mother wasnât screaming because she was being hurt, or she was frightened for herself.
But becauseâŚsheâd spotted him.
â*****! RUN!â
Little One stood in place, unable to move, head still poking out from the brush as his mother fought against the two large men trying to catch her. Trying to stuff her into the rusted cage they held.
âThis oneâll fetch a pretty penny, eh? Furâs real nice, not coarse like that male we caught yesterday.â
âYup. Them kits we caughtâll fetch somethinâ nice too.â
âBe a shame if they skinâem. My daughterâed love one ofâem as a pet. Hear theyâre pretty smart.â
âAs if you could afford one!
Little One watched in horror as they continued to wrestle with his mother, finally subduing her.Â
âFeisty one, eh?â
âYup, prolly the momma.â
Little One squeaked as he watched one of the men lift the rusted cage, readying to put his mother inside.
What were they doing to her?! They were taking her away! TheyâŚthey couldnât do that! HeâŚ
He wouldnât let them!
He yipped, jumping out as best he could considering his size, extremely small fangs bared. He yapped and squeaked at the two men, running on uncoordinated paws.
â*****!â Mother screeched, eyes widening once more. She clawed at one of the men holding her, catching him near the cheek. He let out a large cry, releasing his hold.
The other man grappled with her, allowing her to bite him.
âYou little-!â He yelled.Â
Little One continued to yip, eyes closed now, tears falling as he stood as tall as he could, trying to look strong and brave.
Heâd chase them off if it was the last thing he did!
His mother continued to claw at the man who held her by the scruff, catching him by the wrist, and then the neck with her claw, and then the chest. He yelled out in pain, and then, in anger, throwing the mother fox wildly.
With a thud, she hit a nearby tree, whimpering on impact.
Little One opened his eyes at the sound, watching as his mother rolled to the floor. He squeaked, crying as he ran to her.Â
Mother coughed and wheezed, shaking her head and limping to stand. She growled, baring her teeth at the two men as Little One nuzzled her.
âStupid animal! Go get the sedatives!â
âGah,â the man whoâd been clawed glared, rushing to do just that.
Mother glared, growling and watching with narrowed eyes. She glanced at Little One, eyes softening, tails wrapping around him protectively.
âSo, ya got another kit. No wonder ya so wild,â the man hissed, eyeing the small kit. âTiny thing,â he huffed. âProbably wonât fetch much of anything. If he even survives long.â
Mother screeched eyes blazing with fire as she lashed out at the man, injuries forgotten. Little One cried out as she leapt, ears dropping in fear at the sight of his motherâs sudden fury.
Latching onto the traderâs arm, Motherâs jaw locked, refusing to release. The trader cried out in pain, shaking his arm wildly to try and make the female fox release, but it was no use.
âGABE! GET OVER HERE! THIS VIXENâS GONE MAD!â
The one called Gabe ran back over, two glass objects in hand. His eyes widened at the sight of his partner, practically dancing around with the female fox on his arm.
âSedate her!â
âWith you flinging around?!â
The trader growled, eyes turning practically red as the Motherâs grip grew tighter around his arm, blood seeping from his sleeve. Seeming to have had enough, the trader spun around, grabbing the vixen by the scruff and violently ripping her from his arm, pulling skin with her.
âTHATâS ENOUGH!â He screamed, hitting her against a tree multiple times before finally dropping her to the ground.
Little One screeched as his mother fell limp to the ground, beaten and bruised. The tiny kitâs eyes widened at the terrible sight. He took a step towards her, but not before being scooped up by a rough hand.
He screamed, kicking out wildly, though with his small stature, it did nothing.
Though, he did manage to get in a small bite, latching onto the manâs hand.
âGAH!â The man cried, pulling the kit off. âSTUPID-LITTLE-â The man held Little One up, eyes blazing with a fury that made the small kit wish he could disappear.
âHey, take it easy! Câmon, heâs just a kit. Sides, you already got rid of one. We need this one.â
Little One shivered, eyes full of tears. His sights flew to the bedraggled, lump of fur still lying near the tree. Her chest didnât move. Her ears didnât twitch. Tails didnât flick.
There was no spark to her eyes.
No earthy, wild smellâŚ
JustâŚ
Stillness.
Dampness.
Death.
Though heâs never truly had to deal with it beforeâŚLittle One had seen death. In the prey they ate. What theyâre father, and his siblings hunted. But nowâŚ
He knew death firsthand
Little One squeaked in painâŚ
But not physical.
âDid you hurtâem?â
âNawh, I didnât do a thing, kitâs just stupid. Prolly wonât get nothing from him. If weâre lucky some collector will want him.â The man who held Little OneâŚthe one whoâd killed his motherâŚpulled him into his chest, holding his limbs still and his maw closed.Â
Little One fought, whimpering and squeaking as tears streamed down his cheeks.Â
âJust sedate him already.â
âFine,â Gabe sighed, approaching with one of the metal objects in his hand.
Little One shrieked, as the object came close, a sharp tip on its end evident, and coming ever closer to his skin, until finallyâŚ
Everything went dark.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebJuly 25, 2023 at 4:08 pm #152202Btw, this is about how big Nyx would be in this memory đÂ
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebJuly 25, 2023 at 5:41 pm #152219AWW Nyx! poor thing!!!
I hate how some people do that to animals in real life. Like, they kill them for no reason but money or for fun.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
July 25, 2023 at 6:32 pm #152238Awww … that’s so sad!!! đđ What do all the asterisks mean?
WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
July 25, 2023 at 7:43 pm #152256@hybridlore Nyx doesnât remember his given nameâŚonly his name now; Nyx
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebJuly 25, 2023 at 8:28 pm #152261Ohhh ok.
WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
July 26, 2023 at 3:11 pm #152283@freedomwriter76 @whalekeeper @esther-c @euodia-vision @hybridlore @highscribeofaetherium @mineralizedwritings @keilah-h
havenât written it yet but the next one will show how Nyx came to be in Lynâs care and received his name
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebJuly 26, 2023 at 3:45 pm #152288Ooooohhh I can’t wait!!!
WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
July 27, 2023 at 5:02 pm #152352@godlyfantasy12 @hybridlore @lightoverdarkeness6 @anyone!
I haven’t done a prompt in a long time, but had a great idea for one today! It takes place in my other WIP, “The house of Jade.” About a mother in 1899, raising 7 children in a mansion with her husband. Hope you like it!
Day 9- I’m not sick. (Its also kind of like a mix of a few more)
âMommy, please let me go! I feel fine.â Whined a little child around seven, sitting in a Victorian style bed with a silken canopy over the top.
Jade leaned over and kissed the burning forehead. âTomorrow darling, if you are well.â
âBut I have to go. Everyone willâŚâ The child leaned forward and coughed violently.Jade nodded grimly. âNo, you must stay home. If you dont you will get worse and not be able to go for a long time.â
The young child finished coughing and looked up at Jade, eyes full of tears.
âSometimes it is rough being a kid. You get so excited over something, unlike adults and most of the time it doesn’t work out.â
Jade smiled and ran her fingers through his blonde hair. âGoodnight darling, I will check on you in the morning and see how you are feeling.â
âI will be better! Oh yes I will!â The child cheered, bouncing up and down as Jade closed his door.James, her husband, was waiting outside the door. âHow’s little Orion doing?â He asked.
âHe is sick, but with what I don’t know. Poor child wanted to go to the brand new cinema downtown with all his little friends but his condition is terrible.â
She smoothed her red dress and sat down on an elegant chair. âSometimes it is hard being a mother. I feel so awful telling the poor child he can’t go to something he was looking forward to.â
James just sighed and stared out the window.
Jade took out her embroidery and began to sew by the evening light spilling through the elegant stained glass window above her.
Little did they know that Orion was planning on how to get better.
âSo Orion, how do you feel?â Asked a little girl, a few years younger than Orion. She wore her hair in two pigtails and had a pink dress that reached her ankles.
âGreat.â He said hoarsely. âNever b-b-better.â
âYou don’t sound to good.â
âI’m fine.â
âWell I know how you can get better.â
Orion looked up from his pillow. âYou do? Can you help me?âThe girl pulled a small bottle out from her pocket. âThis should do the trick.â
Orion reached for the bottle but she pulled it back. âYou can only have it if you give me all your weekly allowance.âHe scrunched his eyes shut and balled his little fists. âFine. You are not very nice Raven.â
She made no answer but walked over to his piggy bank and knocked out the contents.
âOnly take the amount Raven.â
She showed him the change in her hand, it was correct.
Orion sighed and pulled his blanket up to his chin. âNow can I have the medicine?â
âYes, of course.â She replied, handing him the small brown bottle. âDrink it all in one gulp and you can join us at the cinema.âOrion eagerly uncorked the bottle and sniffed it. âYuck! It smells likeâŚlike. Like something.â
Raven shook her head and walked out of the room.Orion thought hard, sniffed the bottle one last time before drinking it all in one gulp.
âEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!â
Jade and James heard the scream and ran upstairs where they found Orion clutching his throat, choking and sputtering.
âWhat happened dearest?â Jade asked, falling to her knees pulling him into her lap. âWhat hurts?â
Orion was turning red and croaked. âR-r-r-r-raven.â
James looked serious. âWhat about Raven? What did she do to you?âOrion hid his face in Jade’s dress fold and pulled out a bottle from his pocket.
James took it and smelled the contents. âLemon juice.â He said.
Jade took a deep breath. âPoor darling! Your throat must be so painful.â
Orion nodded and coughed a few more times.
âYou better go to bed now.â Jade ordered. âAnd James, find Raven.â
The two adults did their tasks and soon, Orion was put to bed and Raven stood at the foot with Jade and James next to her.âNow Raven.â James said in a deep voice. âWhy would you do that?â
Raven paled. âI only meant fun! I did not really expect him to drink it. I am sorry and look- I even gave the money back!â
Jade turned towards her daughter. âYou did wrong Raven and believe you feel bad for it, your punishment will be to stay home from the new cinema today and you will be able to go when Orion feels better. As you will be taking him and paying for his ticket.âJames nodded and led Raven out of the room.
Jade stood in the darkness watching the little body on the bed rise and fall with each breath. It was hard being a mother, hard, fun, exciting and full of joy at every turn.
She looked around at her surroundings. Pictures on the walls, a large window behind her, candles lit on the wall. Lovely children and a lovely husband. She was truly blessed.
"Would you kindly...?"
July 28, 2023 at 10:13 am #152379NYX! AH! That was so sad. đđđ
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
July 28, 2023 at 12:13 pm #152389Oh wow… Poor Orion đ A whole bottle of lemon juice…
WE ARE REVIVING THE PROTECTION SQUAD! *steals Joseph, Julian, and Sabina from Ellette*
July 28, 2023 at 1:44 pm #152395NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! đđđđđđđđđđđđđ That was HEARTBREAKING đđđđđđđ
And now I’m crying đđđđđđ
I love foxes so much, I hate how people hunt and kill them for sport. They’re so beautiful and they are God’s creations, just like we are.
Poor Nyx đđđđđđ
#HugRikerSquad
July 28, 2023 at 4:03 pm #152397Yep… Raven just loves to mess with her older brother. đ The Bell family is so much fun to write about!
"Would you kindly...?"
July 28, 2023 at 5:44 pm #152411@acancello Nice scene! Ah, Raven, little annoyance…lol
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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