Alexander's wings flick agitatedly, at first, distrusting the very beast that had downed it. There's an ominous glare of light, in its sword. But...
After a while, of being carefully preened by a skilled hand(paw?hand? beak? It's a dream. You have whichever works best for what you want to do in the moment.), it stops struggling. There are still missing bricks. But it no longer looks pathetically wounded. More like it's... weathered.
Like life CAN potentially go on, after what you did. ]
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Date: 2023-08-25 06:54 am (UTC)Alexander's wings flick agitatedly, at first, distrusting the very beast that had downed it. There's an ominous glare of light, in its sword. But...
After a while, of being carefully preened by a skilled hand(paw?hand? beak? It's a dream. You have whichever works best for what you want to do in the moment.), it stops struggling. There are still missing bricks. But it no longer looks pathetically wounded. More like it's... weathered.
Like life CAN potentially go on, after what you did. ]