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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
An avian's wings were their most prized possessions, it was a well known fact. Their wings symbolised the freedom they had, and it also defined them.
Couriway was no exception to this, he took the utmost best care of his wings, preening them regularly and keeping them out of harms way.
Well- as best as he could, speedrunning always made his wings heavy and dirty so he often spent whatever time he had after runs to clean the gunk out of his wings.
Mainly because his wings were big and weighed him down enough, them being all dirty and full of whatever bits and bobs caught in them would weigh him down even more.
But even the occasional cons of his wings there were oh so many pros that it simply outweighed all the cons.
His wings were beautiful and gold and they made him swoon every time he saw them in the mirror.
He always kept himself well groomed so why did this happen?
Why was he lying in a pool of his own blood and wings, why was he screaming so loud his throat scratched.
Why did everything hurt so bad, why were his wings not on his body?
His mind was fuzzy but he could somewhat remember what had happened, he was running No Reset like he always was.
Zombies were never much of a problem, so why'd they grow sentient and rip Couri's wings off? He was lying down as he bawled, everything hurt and he was attracting more mobs.
He knew that much cause he could hear the groans of zombies, the rattling if skeletons, spiders hissing. But none really approaching, after all Couri probably looked like one of them.
A shell of his former self, bleeding and weak and he hated it. He tried to ignore the pain as he gathered some of the feathers that remained from the assault.
He stared at the once gold, now bloodied feathers before picking some up and looking at them as if they weren't attached to him just half an hour ago.
He blinked as he looked at the remains of all his hard work, all the years he had spent dedicated to taking care of his big beautiful wings.
He wasn't exactly sure how big or beautiful they looked currently. His mind raced as he stared at them, how could this have happened? How could he have let this happen? He wasn't- this wasn't real.
And when Couri woke up in a cold sweat and a scream at the back of his throat he instinctively flexed his wings. When he could feel them moving behind him he relaxed.
He panted as he looked around- he wasn't running, and it was deep into the night. Couri sighed as he rubbed his eyes.
Well, guess who wasn't gonna be able to sleep and spend the rest of the night obsessing over his wings? Couriway!