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Wind Tousles his hair as he flies above the clouds. He shouldn't be flying that high but it is way safer than getting spotted by the LAW. With his mostly empty inventory and various wounds, getting into a fight now will possibly result in his death.
perhaps he should've rationed his items more, yeah probably,
even so, they would've ran out sooner or later.
Its been hours since he last flew down to take a rest but he can't stop now, not until he feels like death itself was visibly haunting him
' I wonder how egg is doing, its been two weeks since i visited the end'.
With the law basically everywhere and the nether being, well, overrunned by Clownpierce, he doesn't really have anywhere safe for him anymore.
With the exemption of the Farlands of course
That's where he's heading right now, with the Farlands breaking the laws of Minecraft itself, going back will possibly get him geared for the next while.
Along with that he could possibly get more orbital cannons
With more of those in his arsenal he could probably take on the law himself.
He closes his eyes for a bit letting the moisture cool his dry eyes, His wings were starting to waver due to overuse and fatigue.
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He inevitably gets more and more fatigued, wings struggling to not close in of itself. Strands of hair suddenly gets into his eyes and his wings give out.
He curses out loud, but it was to drowned out by the load roars of the wind
Wind rushes through his ears, more deafening than ever before
He struggles to regain control to no avail
The ground creeps closer by the second, a warning of the few seconds he has
His mind blares loud sirens, panic surges through every part of his body, with no water bucket, he wildly looks around his surroundings
Wemmbu spots a river nearby that may be able to negate the fall damage, he tries to maneuver his wings to glide towards it, but they deem to be useless as they have given out
he grits his teeth, twisting his body in the air, trying to get over the river
He gets close to the water but not close enough
With the ground closer than ever, his body goes all in to protect itself
His wings close protectively around him as he barrels towards the ground
He hits a tree, pain spiking in his right wing, a violent snap was heard
Wemmbu groans in audible pain
His body collides with the multitude of branches, spikes of pain accompanying each time
His body finally hits the ground with a loud thump.
Wemmbus body was littered with bruises and scratches, and worst of all, one of his wings were half-bent at a very wrong angle
his vision blurs with pain, body tense with agony
he barely hangs onto consciousness but not for very long.
He passes out shortly
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He was passing by when he heard a loud noise, more specifically a loud crash and a groan.
Manepear was collecting apples from nearby trees for gaps, said trees behind him now bare of their leaves.
He needed to restock due to being a mercenary, and the last job he did was quite the handful. Honestly, with the trouble and resources he used to kill that group and the amount he got paid in return, it was kind-of a ripoff not gonna lie. Shaking his head he heads towards where he thinks the crash is.
Getting over a hill he immediately sees a wing bent basically in half
He winces in sympathy, although he doesn't have wings he knows how tedious it is to take care of them if damaged or snapped.
He comes closer, finally identifying the victim of said crash
"Wemmbu!?!"
He rushes towards the crumpled boy with haste, body crouched and sharp eyes already assessing the damage.
Wemmbus body was littered with open wounds, some already showing early signs of infection.
Dark visible circles hung under the boys eyes, signaling his worsening sleep schedule.
His dark purple hair was greasy to the touch, matted with dirt and blond.
Along with that it was cut short
'Wemmbu always prided his long hair.... what happened?'
What's most concerning of Wemmbus wounds is his right wing, dirt and grime basically covered each feather, not one was spared from the dirt.
What more is that it was basically snapped in half, if not tended to soon...
The damage could be irreversible...
Hastily checking his inventory, he brings out a bottle of regen and uncorks it, carefully pouring it over some minor gashes and wounds. While ingesting it would be more effective, giving an unconscious person liquid could possibly result in death due to the liquid entering their lungs.
Along with that, his wing would, slowly but surely, start to heal in a weird way. Which could result in making it more harder to fly or even make it impossible to fly...
Mane checks his coords, deciding that his main underground base was the closest.
He quickly sorts through his inventory, a potion of speed appears in his hands.
He downs it all down with a practiced gulp
Carefully picking up the boy in his hands, he heads towards his destination
Fast legs bringing them closer by the second,
'Although it has been long... he looks more mature somehow'
Mane huffs as he checks his coords once again,
' Only a few hundred blocks left, hang on Wemmbu '
He quickly spots the cave entrance, his grip on Wemmbu tightening
He expertly maneuvers through every twist and turn
with his house now entering his line of vision he speeds towards it with regained vigor
His blindfolded eyes land on Wemmbus injured body once again
'Don't worry Wemmbu, your safe now'