Stories I never fukin finished

ARPG story thing

This is one of the literature pieces I made for my characters in the Girfugol arpg that I don't actually like, but it's the only one I've posted on wattpad. Crayzee. There's a lot of backstory to this but since I'm probably not posting anything else Igneous-related on Wattpad,,, yoouuuu don't need it. slay

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Igneous let out a low sigh. It was dinnertime, and his brothers were debating- very loudly- about Queen Reprise's decision to bar Northern citizens from the Mountains. Stalagmite was upset; he was a smith after all, and often had gryphus customers willing to pay for bronze armor sets. They usually had plenty to spend, more than most dromaeus could really dream of. Stalactite couldn't have cared any less, and was glad to see the higher-ups doing something useful for once. That was what he said, at least. Igneous had been upstairs since he heard a thundering crash from the kitchen earlier..

(Flashback)

''You're childish! Are you fucking serious?! Get down from there!''

''Oh, I'm just SHOWING YOU HOW DUMB YOU ARE!''

Their brother's voices yelled from the downstairs kitchen, Igneous' bedroom door flap doing very little to keep the noise from their ears. As much as they badly wanted to just leave until they stopped yelling, this was supposed to be a debate from what they heard, and no doubt they would get dragged into it when they saw them. There were only two rooms downstairs anyway. Maybe they could escape from the window in their room and into the shed in the backyard? .. No, they were one of the worst dromaeus fliers and jumping from a two story window without a proper takeoff was asking to break a limb. They could do it, sure, but they were barely capable of taking off properly due to their shoulder quills, let alone try to fly that far of a distance and expect to be unharmed.

He pondered quietly before the sound of angry paws thundering up the steps prompted him to hide under his nest, which was shoved into a corner of the room and crowded with various boxes of various sizes and belongings. Now normally he could convince his quills to lay flat even if he was utterly terrified and hide rather well, but currently he was seething with anger at their loudness and fear. So, no, he could not. His brother stomped past his room and grabbed something from another, marching back down the steps. Maybe Igneous would sit here. For a little while. Long while. Forever, actually.

(Flashback over)

Lost deep in his thought, Igneous couldn't help but flinch and recoil underneath the table when a flying object directed seemingly at him zipped toward his face. He fell to his paws, alarmed. As the young roo hit the floor he heard Stalagmite snarl from above the table, quite angrily. ''Stop throwing things! I swear to the dragons flying ABOVE I will subdue you if you keep causing problems tonight, Stalactite!'' It sounded like a wild animal had broken into their home. Shattered pots and toppled plants sprawled across the wooded floor, the strong scent of pine somehow overtaken by a hint of mashed food and dirt. Igneous clasped his talons over his ears, eyes wide as he did his best to block out the noise. He clenched his teeth, brows furrowed angrily as he tried to think over the loudness of his siblings.

''Then do it! You won't! You've never taken a stand for anything!'' Stalactite snarled, slamming his paws against the already wobbly table. It let out a groan, silencing the room for what was only a few seconds. Igneous wished it were longer. Stalactite shook his head, shoving the table forward and into Stalagmite's gut. Igneous scrambled underneath it to catch up and avoid being stepped on. Everyone in the room was pissed off enough, Igneous didn't need the anger directed at themself. Something else clattered to the floor- a plate full of food from what the pile of mush looked like- and Stalactite growled again. ''Go for it, Smartass! I think you need to learn your place!'' Igneous' quills bristled and they contemplated making a dash for the stairs before push came to shove and the table collapsed on them. They didn't have much time to think of a reason not to, as with the sound of claws scraping against wood and the table's dying cry, Stalagmite hoisted himself on top of it, diving after his brother with a rather mortifying look.