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Tes(s)la ([personal profile] rejuvenation) wrote in [community profile] nomans_land 2023-05-29 12:27 am (UTC)

I'm always... always sad. Or was. N-not with you.

[ She mumbles slightly incoherently, and then her remaining facial features tense a bit as she's rocked. It hurts, despite how very soft the wing is. It does what is needed, however, and makes her open her dull eyes a little once more.

The cocoon of wings move, as if called by her declining health or by Vash's words, dragging itself forward with mutated wings and creaking, bone-snapping noises. It's almost the size of a truck, so it might be hard for Vash to hold it - but softer, straighter feathers reach for their tattered charge to be returned to them.

Once she's safe in their wings, she disappears into the mass of half-assimilated plants and the cocoon shudders. Sharper, deadlier feathers start facing outwards, a many-voiced growl telling that they are in a protective mode again.

...at least the wild mutated feather tumbleweed doesn't attack Vash, instead remaining still and keeping the front without their deadly defense for him to be able to stay close.

Tessla rests deep inside, able to relax a with the worst pain dulled for the first time in a very, very long time. ]

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