Coco winced as her wrists burned with flowing lava. She breathed in and out. She was alone on her day to receive her wings. She squeezed her eyes shut as she readied herself to be burned. Laying down, she held out her claws. The brightness from her wrists blinded her; she looked away.
She readied herself for the burning feeling. She hated being a Flamesilk. She didn't even know why she was one, it wasn't like she inherited it or something.
Soon, flowing silk laced in lava spewed out, wrapping around her. Pain engulfed her, but she endured it. Her wings would help her in so many ways, it was going to be worth it. Hopefully..
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The Flamesilk
אקשןCoco is a 6 year old Silkwing who has been dying to get her wings ever since she was 2 months old. Finally, she got her wings. But, not in the cocoon she expected to have them in. In fact, it was far out in the savanna. Now, she is 11 years old, and...
