1/12/2023
Fuuxandith collapses onto the sandy ground, falling on his back. The young dragonborn's small muscles sear with aches and scratches and bruises as he catches his breath. A shadow looms over him.
"Get up."
A silver dragonborn, only slightly older than he, kicks sand in his direction. She sneers at him, her whip-like tail lashing behind her.
"Get up!"
"Wait..." Fuuxandith supports himself with his arms and looks up at Razor, his small body dwarfed by her height. He flaps his even smaller wings to shake the sand off them. "I'm really beat. Can we stop?"
"Real dragonborn don't stop fighting until they're dead!" Razor spits at him. "Now get up before I make you!"
Fuuxandith nods, taking a breath as he rises, before Razor pushes him down again.
"Too slow! You'd be dead by now!"
Despite himself, Fuuxandith's eyes well up with tears. He wipes at them as Razor gives him an icy glare.
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Fuuxandith fans come get y'all juice
Anyways yeah here's a snippet of young Fuuxandith's childhood!! It wasn't that great lmao
This piece is unfinished so I might come back to it later 🤔🤔 But yeah.
Bye!! :)
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Tales From Creative Writing
RandomYeah 👍 Stuff from my creative writing class. The cover is ugly semi-on-purpose