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I. (Written May 22, 2024, just back posting to make my profile less empty :3) II. For better quality/backstory/info, please visit my site <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed">https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed</a> III. Writing commissions and requests are open! Dm me on my main site or my insta; <a href="https://www.instagram.com/lanalightspeed/">https://www.instagram.com/lanalightspeed/</a> A little 'fanart' of a story concept my friend wrote: Phoenix's Toyhouse: <a href="https://toyhou.se/17903704.phoenix-c-sona">https://toyhou.se/17903704.phoenix-c-sona</a> And Fox was based off a friend's oc: <a class="_3Bkfb _19Iz5 _1lsz7" href="https://toyhou.se/17698142.shade" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc">https://toyhou.se/17698142.shade</a> Pain radiated, like a tremor, through her body- the wind knocked from her lungs. Fox lay helplessly on her side, taking shallow cautioning breaths. The earthy smell of rain lingered in the air, bringing back memories from Fox’s childhood that hung of the edge of being forgotten. Dancing shadows drifted across the carpet of brown fallen leaves as the light sifts, like sand, through the ever-flowing canopy far above her head. It seemed so untouched by the cruel, destructive hands of humanity. Yet, the stinging scent of copper and iron still hung on the breeze. The same smell that coated the facility; inside and out, clinging to the armor the soldiers wore as they valiantly stood guard for a cause they believed to be noble. The smell was a bitter reminder that though the facilities electric bars and concrete walls no longer held them; they weren’t free. The ringing in her ears was slowly replaced by desperate cries for help and screams of terror belonging to the pursuing guards. Dragging her lower body like a soldier crawling through trenches, Fox dragged herself to the shelter of a rocky overhang where she permitted herself a short rest to baby the mutated, foxlike leg that was sending white hot pain up through her body.    Tears threatened at her eyes. She could hear the birds, quietly cautioning to each other, as silence rippled through the forest. Something was off. A crack followed by a cry of agony, echoed through the forest, originating somewhere above her. Birds took panicked flight into the bright azure abyss. They wouldn’t shoot her… would they? Imagine; their unstoppable war machine ruined by a few gunshots. The thundering of something massive tearing through the canopy sent vibrations through the cliff wall behind her back. A heavy, earth rocking thud pulsed through Fox’s body, inducing more pain to her growing agony. That could have only been one person. “Phoenix…” Fox whispered, trying to drag herself out of under the overhang. The giant bird-like human pushed herself up with a mangled groan and climbed to her feet, trying to untangle her knot of tattered wings, broken netting and angry, bleeding limbs. Her once-powerful demeanor an exhausted hunch as Phoenix rested, hands on knees, trying to catch her breath. “Phoenix,” Fox whimpered, managing into the patchy sunlight. Their eyes met and relief washed over Phoenix’s face as if her pain has melted into the ground; “You’re okay!” Stumbling over to where her friend lay, Phoenix dropped to her knees, taking Fox’s face in her hands. “I didn’t think you’d survive the fall… They grabbed me; right out of the air…” “I… know-“, Fox breathed “-but It’s okay… we’re okay…” Holding Phoenix’s hand to her face, she tried to let go of the returning terror that had gripped her, only minutes ago, as she had watched Phoenix and the facility soldiers rapidly fly upwards and the nauseating feeling of freefall. As they crouched, time seemed to stop for a moment… But only a moment, as the whoosh of a flare gun being fired broke the silence. Phoenix swore under her breath. She was exhausted- Fox could tell. They’d been on the run from the facility for days. That was until she had hurt her ankle and Phoenix had carried her for the rest. Not that the powerful, beast of a person would admit fatigue. Phoenix was far too proud. “We have to keep moving, they know where we are now.” Phoenix declared, pushing herself to her feet to throw off the last of the singed netting that clung to her magnificent, yet tattered, wings of red, orange and gold. Phoenix gave the cliff face, and just beyond; the ledge which sat just beyond the canopy, a blistering glare of deep rooted loathing. “The longer we’re here-“ “No…. I-, I can’t.” “What?” Fox pushed herself onto her side with a gasp of agony. “I can’t, Phoenix…” She begged, tears running down her grimy, dirt covered skin. “Please, let’s just stay here-…“ “N-no; are you serious? They’ll catch you and you won’t be able to get away again. I won’t be able to help you-…” Phoenix’s voice was slowly rising, laced with concern and utter disbelief. “I can’t keep going…” Fox whispered; words choked and dry. Phoenix looked as if she was about to punch something or break down in an exhausted mess. “You can’t-” She forced through gritted teeth, “I can’t- I can’t leave you…” “I’ll be oka-“ “YOU WON’T!” Suddenly; silence- heavy silence. Phoenix crouched, bringing her hands up to her face to bite down onto her knuckle. “They’ll get you.” She whispered, “And, they’ll turn you into a monster. They’ll do to you, what they did to me. They can’t have mutations running free- they won’t stop until they get you… I can’t… I-I can’t let them… I can’t lose you.” For the first time since being taken into the facility, 6 years ago; Fox saw tears rolling down Phoenix’s unnaturally hot skin. Steam danced off her tan complexion and curled elegantly up into the air, fading into the breeze. “You won’t lose me… I promise.” Fox whispered, taking Phoenix’s hand and pressing her cracked lips to the bird’s bloodied knuckles. With a reassuring glance, Phoenix lifted Fox onto her back, cradling her with her outstretched wings to prevent her from slipping. The heat radiating off the bird’s body made Fox sleepy and she wrapped her arms around Phoenix’s neck. Like a titan, Phoenix slowly rose to her feet and began the grueling hike, away from the cliff face, into the valley below. Maybe, just maybe, they could find somewhere to hide.

The Fox and the Phoenix

Posted by Lanalightspeed

I. (Written May 10, 2024, just back posting to make my profile less empty :3) II. For better quality/backstory/info, please visit my site <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed">https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed</a> III. Writing commissions and requests are open! Dm me on my main site or my insta; https://www.instagram.com/lanalightspeed/ I don’t think you realise. How could you? Every hint I drop, every move I make- it’s all part of the act, a move in the elaborate game that we’re playing. I gaze into your eyes as you laugh. I’m your loyal shadow, going wherever you please; silent and obeying. You have a beautiful crinkle on the sides of your eyes when you smile. The warmth of your hand; your delicate, gentle hand, makes my arm feel like it’s on fire. I must look so deeply in love with you, but it’s probably because I am. If this doesn’t make someone jealous, I don’t know what will. You’re talking to one of your friends, but we both know why we’re really here. I can see him, sitting across the hall from us; shooting daggers with his eyes. I should be thanking him, really. He’s the reason I get to hold your beautiful hand and run my fingers through your silky brown hair. Except, he’s also the source of my pain; because I know, no matter how many times you say you’re over him, or how much you brush off his cold-hearted mistreatment, you’re not. Whenever we walk past; you hold my hand a little tighter, laugh a little louder. Just to show that you’ve moved on, you don’t care- but I know you do. I didn’t expect, until you told me about this little plan of yours, how far I would go for you. At first I thought that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for you, and now I’m here realising that there’s not enough that I’m doing for you. What kind of friend watches someone they love lie to themselves over and over. You say it’s good for you, to help you let go- to heal. This isn’t healing; it’s covering the cracks with gold paper. It looks beautiful but it doesn’t stop the water, slowly soaking through. Your face is so beautiful, but your skin is creased with lines of worry. I’m not surprised. I dragged you away from your conversation for a ‘quick word’. You’re lying to yourself… But so am I. I can’t keep pretending. Pretending that I’m happy, pretending I have everything I want… I’m just so tired of playing pretend. It’s only fair that you want to know why I’m quitting just when the plan is working, but it’s not an answer I’m ready to give yet. Lies will save you, but only for a little bit. The more you live them, the more your old life starts to fade away, until you can’t go back- you can never go back. I reach for your hand, but you snatch it back. The mask is off, there’s no point for you to act like you care anymore. You’re confused and hurt and you can’t seem to understand that I’m doing it for the both of us.   The roles have reversed. He’s by your side, standing tall and proud like a boy with a trophy, and I’m in the corner of the hall, watching. It’s always the same- this must be the 6th time you’ve got back together after weeks of fighting and lying awake at night, convincing yourself that you’re okay. It always starts the same, and will always finish the same. He seems okay, maybe he’s changed- but, I thought that last time as well. It’s a tragedy- but for what reason, I’m not sure. Because it’s always going to be like this- or because it didn’t always have to be like this? It could have been different, whispers my heart.   It’s the 4th week in a row you’ve called me. Long after everyone has gone to bed, you’re up- sobbing your heart out while I listen, helpless, a prisoner in my own body. I grip the phone tighter to my ear. Maybe it’s my deep rooted jealousy that makes everything he does seem so villainous, or maybe it’s my head cautioning what my heart already knows. I wasn’t sure you would forgive me after I ‘left you’, but you bitterly came around to the idea that maybe I didn’t want to live a lie. What type of lie I was living, you still don’t know. I thought what I was doing would help- that you would open up your eyes to the pain you’re causing yourself, but all I did was left you without a lifeline; a lifeline that he extended to you. One so tattered and torn that it was unthreading itself in the middle, but you didn’t have anything else to cling onto; better a broken rope than going under in a bitter ocean of lonely self-loathing. You won’t hear any of my advice. You’re so sure of yourself- of him, of your future that you can’t see it any other way. He’s calling you, barefoot and helpless, to him over rough ground while he stands in shoes. I can’t stand it. I wonder if this is the way it’ll always be for us. You call me, we fight, and you hang up. You call me, we fight, and I hang up. Playing on repeat like a broken record in a room nobody ever bothers to visit. You’re back at my side, though I wish you weren’t. I’d rather see you with him, clinging to his arm, surrounded by his friends than next to me, trying to fix your running mascara. Mascara you don’t need. It feels like a prison visit. You only spend time with me until you’re back under his arm with him whispering in your ear to stay away from me. I don’t think you realise. How could you? Sometimes I wonder if you’ll ever know how much I love you…

I don't think you realise

Posted by Lanalightspeed

I. (Written Apr 15, 2024, just back posting to make my profile less empty :3) II. For better quality/backstory/info, please visit my site <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed">https://www.deviantart.com/lanalightspeed</a> III. Writing commissions and requests are open! Dm me on my main site or my insta; https://www.instagram.com/lanalightspeed/ Wasp sighed; pushing herself awkwardly off the wall in the corner of the cave. As she weaved her way through the crowd, she realised she didn’t recognise anyone. Wasn’t this supposed to be a gathering for the lower-class dragons in the kingdom? Surely, there had to be someone around that she knew from the kitchens or the markets where she bought ingredients. A group of dragons cheered and smashed their drinks together over her head. Wine and party drinks rained down onto her, dripping through her scales. Great. Still, amongst the poorest and most rejected dragons in the kingdom, she still felt like an outcast. A lowly kitchen slave. Wasp shook herself, ridding her scales of the remaining wine and tucked her wings in closer to her. Dropping her head, she continued to weave and push through the crowd; spinning and dodging like an elegant dancer. Sometimes she felt lucky to be so small. The crowd thinned as the warm night air crept into the stuffy rock hollow. She slipped around the entrance to the cave and allowed herself to release the breath that she hadn’t realised that she’d been holding. The grass of the hillside brushed against her scaled legs and the wind whistled under her wings. Outside the cave was a beautiful clearing. Fireflies lit the sky above their heads, and dragons danced in the empty spaces between the trees, while onlookers watched from the tree-line. There was no music, yet everyone was in time. In perfect sync as if everyone could sense the rhythm, pulsing through them. It was electrifying; dangerous. Yet so beautiful, and passionate. “Why aren’t you dancing with them?” A deep voice asked out of the dark. Wasp spun around, her little heart racing, wings outspread- ready to take flight. “Oh,” She exhaled, relieved. “Falcon. Hey.” A large brown dragon, with hints of orange or yellow rippling across his perfect scales emerged slowly from the shadows. The light danced across his body, catching his amber eyes as he stared down at the little wyvern. “Why aren’t you dancing?” He repeated, turning his head to look at the dancers. Wasp followed his gaze with a longing in her eyes. “I don’t belong here.” She admitted sadly, “They wouldn’t want me dancing.” Falcon only smiled, “And why not?” “Because... I just… I don’t know…” Wasp sighed, looking down and fidgeting in the grass with her toe claws. She didn’t have a reason; Falcon knew that just as well as she did. “I can’t dance in front of other dragons.” She admitted, looking sheepishly up to meet the gaze of the larger dragon. “But you’re fantastic…” He whispered passionately, as if reliving the rare occasion of watching the smaller dragon dance and spin. Bending his elegant neck, he nuzzled the side of her face affectionately. Wasp turned away. “If they thought I was fantastic I wouldn’t be in the kitchens, day after day…” The little dragon sighed. She watched the dancers for another moment. “Wait…” Wasp whipped her head around to study Falcon’s innocent face carefully, “Why are you here?” The large wyvern smiled a beautiful grin that made her heart blossom and butterflies take flight. “Can’t I enjoy a party too?” “A lowly commoner’s party.” Wasp corrected him, “You’re so highly ranked among the guards, and you’re invited to all the big parties… Yet you come to this one- to be among the people that serve you?” Falcon chuckled quietly and walked slowly out of the trees, past Wasp and out toward the clearing. “You know what I love about these parties?” Wasp had to jog to be able to keep up with his long stride. “No?” Falcon grinned, slowing his pace to stop at the edge of the tree-line to watch the dragons dance. “Status doesn’t matter here.” “Oh.” Wasp sighed, a little out of breath. Catching up to Falcon, she stopped by his side. “At the fancy parties, you can have the biggest title or be the most respected, yet everything you do will be judged. On display for everyone. You can’t have fun because you’re constantly wearing a mask to hide who you truly are.” Falcon draped a wing over Wasp’s back before she had time to reply, and guided her slowly into the clearing. “W-wait! Where are we going?” She asked, alarm in her voice, her wings bristling. Falcon grinned, looking down at Wasp. “Dancing.”

Let's Dance

Posted by Lanalightspeed

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