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A New Friend

Silvally hummed to themselves as they skipped through the lab. They were just exploring and looking for things they could do for their papa, when they paused by the entrance to what the others said was the room with the dragon skull. Sure they had seen it plenty of times, but this time something was… Different. They heard someone calling out to them. 

They turned and entered the large room, looking around. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary? They turned their head to the side as they kept walking around the room, almost starting to pace as their talons clicked softly on the marble floor. They heard soft whispers that they couldn’t quite make out. They stepped closer to the glass dome that covered the dragon's skull. 

They watched as what they assumed was darkness swirl and twist, seeming to be dancing in a sense. It seemed to be focused on its work, whatever it’s work was as pure black pulsed along the walks and around the skull of the dragon. Some of it even spilling from the dragons maw as the ink-like substance clung to the remains of the corpse, trapped in the glass dome for everyone's observation.  Mainly for their papa, Kon, but almost anyone could come and see it. 

They noticed a small piece of the glass was missing, so they sat beside that piece, the whispers turning to proper talking as they got closer to the glass, and the missing glass piece. Silvally couldn’t make out the words, they seemed to overlap wildly, making it hard for the teenager to make out any words. 

They simply sat and listened, even if they didn’t understand what was being said, it was strangely… Comforting. It reminded them of when they were in The End with their half brother, overlapping voices all at once. And then it stopped all at once, turning the room eerily silent for the first time in a long time. 

“Hello.” The voice made Silvally jump. It startled them, as they weren’t expecting it. Especially not when everything was silent and then suddenly speaking. “You are not like the others. You can understand me can’t you?” The voice said again. They paused before nodding. 

“Yeah! I can hear you loud and clear buddy.” They responded. “Who are you? I haven’t heard your voice before? Where are you?” They looked around the room, not seeing anyone in the room other than them and well… The bones. 

“Look down, little royal.” Silvally looked down, not seeing anyone. Or anything other than the dragon skull. “The void, royal. I am the void.” It said again, as their eyes widened, hearing a chuckle from what they supposed was the void. 

“You’re the void..? The stuff in the walls down there..?” They asked, and got a soft hum in response. So… Yes. “Oh that's so cool! What are you doing with the skull?” They asked again, starting to kick their legs in the small area they had. 

“Devouring it. Devouring the god. I hunger.” It said, as Silv paused and turned their head to the side. “This one even managed to escape me… I will not let it happen again. I want to go home, with the others.” It seemed to let out a heavy sigh.  

“Home? Where is your home?” They asked with a frown, surely there was some way for them to get this void home. 

“With the others. With the queen, little royal. Are you a descendant of hers?” It asked Silvally, who in turn paused at the question. They knew their father was a royal but their other father wasn’t… They were only a royal on their dad's side. 

“No..? My dads a king though! King of the birdfolk! And my brother David is next in line for the throne!” They answered with a smile on their face, watching as the void seemed to curl and squirm in its glass container. They watched as the void tried to move closer to them, move up, but hit one of the many lights Kon had put in the container. 

Silvally watched as the void hissed and screamed in pain. They hopped up to their feet and frowned. “Are you alright? What happened?” They looked for a way to fix the pain, but the void simply slinked back down to the dark pits of its cage. 

“I am fine. Do not worry about me. It is just the light. The light burns me. Pain.” It said, its voice staying the same volume, despite it sinking back down. Silvally sat back down where they once were and frowned again. 

“I’m so sorry, I know what that's like… I have the same reaction to water. It gives me horrible rashes!” They started to smile a little. 

“I understand that. I knew ones who would have similar reactions to water.” They stated. Silvally nodded and paused to think before they asked another question to their new friend. 

“What were you saying about that god..?” They asked, looking down at the tendrils that seemed to squirm more when said god got brought up. 

“The god blinded me. I almost had it… But it used what energy I didn’t know it had left and blinded and burned me with light. Brighter than I had ever felt… And she was gone, leaving her corpse. What I feast on now, it is a lovely snack.” The void explained. Silvally nodded, taking in the information and letting it process before they said anything else to the void. 

“So you tried to go after this god… but it got away?” The void hummed in response once more. “Woah, that's wild! You seem to be so large. I dunno how anyone could get away, you seem really strong!” They smiled. 

“Thank you, royal. That is rather kind of you to say. The kindest words I have heard in a long time.” It said to Silvally, who started to frown. Why weren’t people being nice to the void? It didn’t want to harm! It was just trying to survive like the rest of them… 

“I’m glad I could be kind but it’s rather sad don’t you think that I’m the first one to be so kind to you in a while…” They shook their head, shaking those thoughts off and away. “Oh!” They stood up and hopped up and down. “Could you see that? I don’t see that you have any eyes… So I don’t know if you could see that?” They asked, still hopping, more now just to hear the soft clicks and taps of their little talons on the marble floor, and well, the glass as well. 

The void chuckled before responding, “I could see that. I do have eyes, they are… not as good as they used to be. Apologies.” Silvallys smile grew as they started to flap their wings slightly while they hopped around. 

“Oh that's lovely! I’m glad you can see that, I’ll keep that in mind! Sometimes dad doesn’t feel like talking or sometimes even I don’t feel like talking, so I’m glad we can still in a sense, yknow, talk!” They kept flapping their small starling wings, not going anywhere with them, but just flapping them and tapping their talons on the marble. 

“Yes I see. It is… blurry at best. I believe that is the word. Blurry. Hm. But no, I can see a lot more than people here seem to think that I can see.” It answered, raising up a tendril and flicking it. They had a rather limited space in the glass cage, their personal prison as they liked to call it. They hated being confined to these small spaces. 

“Are the little dots your eyes? Wow, they are far apart…” Silvally said to the void, finally settling back down by the glass where they were before they got up and flapped their wings. And they resumed kicking their legs, with what little space they had. 

“Yes. Those are my eyes. They were at one point much larger. I was much larger at one point in time. But that was a long time ago, I could not recall just how long but… It has been a long time to say the least. When I was free and not trapped here, in this small space.” It flicked a tendril at the wall angrily, but the walls didn’t budge, and the glass didn’t even crack. Silvally flinched away from the sudden movement. “What I would not give to be among my people again… To be a part of something again. To be home. Where it was not always so bright and painful.” 

“Oh I’m sorry it's so bright, I don't like it much either, but that's how papa likes his lab. Oh! Maybe I could talk to him about letting you out? If I ask him enough, surely he’ll let me let you out! Even if it's only for a short period of time!” They had an ear to ear smile on their face as they excitedly shouted the words, not realizing how loud they were getting in their excitement. 

The void processed their words, and seemed to perk up when they said this. “You could let me out? Oh… how lovely that would be. To be out again… I long for the days when I was free to roam.” It seemed to sigh again. 

“We’ll figure something out, friend! Even if it's a simple solution that only lets you out for a little bit.” They nodded, still kicking their legs. The void hummed in response again. 

“You are not like the others, for that, I thank you. I thank you very much, Zexdia.” Silvally froze hearing that name. It was so… familiar to them but still so far away. They felt like they knew that person but they couldn’t recall ever meeting someone named Zexdia before. How bizarre.

“Zexdia..? That’s not my name?” They said, confusion in their tone. “I feel like I’ve heard that name before but I don’t know from where… That's really weird.” They shook their head, brushing it off. The void seemed to pulse softly. 

“Are you not..? Lumos? Asin? Sibus?” It asked them, and they simply shook their head and shrugged in response. “But you are an enderman aren’t you? How do you not know of them? The royal family?”  They said, and that caught Silvallys attention. 

“What do you mean by the royal family? The endermen don’t have royals? It's only the Ender Dragon?” They were so lost. What else did they not know about their more… magical half. 

“...It has been longer than I thought then. Apologies. I believed that they were still here.” The void paused, flicking a tendril at the wall once more, hitting it and sending vibrations through the walls trapping it. “I could always tell you stories about them if you would like. Inform you since no one has… They were almost friends of mine. I would consider them friends at least, as long as that word hasn’t changed in my time.” It offered to them, as they quickly nodded their head.

But they didn’t have much time to say anything else about it as they could hear their papa, Kon, calling for them in the other room of the lab. He needed their help with some experiment, oh boy. 

“Oh! Before I go and forget the most important part, what's your name? Mine is Silvally, but everyone calls me Silv for short!” They looked down at the enclosure, a smile back on their face. 

“...I was once called Charlie. I do believe that was what it was at least. So Charlie. That is my name.” Charlie said. Silv nodded their head and hummed. Hopping up to their feet as their talons clicked on the glass. 

“I’ll be back, I promise Charlie! Thanks for telling me your story! I’d love to hear more about it and about you!” They started to walk away, waving to the void pit and its dragon skull snack. 

“I shall be waiting for you, as well, Silvally. See you soon.” 

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Lore person i wont name because Lore Person: Hey we got a problem its urgent!!! Silvally for some fucking reason: :(

they named the fucking response book :(

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minecraftian horrors

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As the person who owns the whole realm I can confirm that we have No Idea Where The Plot Is Going

WHAT DAX SAID!!!!! its hell, but a good hell

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Mimecraft - Star

MIMECRAFT!!!! 

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Ah yes the language of

B I r d

nods. birds. 

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Latest lore?

Be it little or big?

Uhhh. Election. Mr. M won, cam got blown up, we ran around for ~3 ish hours trying to get cam safe and away but eventually, cam got put in prison where they now reside until the 15th of next month by silv. Silv then not long after left to go stay in the end with their older brother David, the crown prince/mikells son. Duck is getting executed tomorrow by I believe Josh! And mikell took blackbirds first canon life, while silv watched and got yknow, more trauma! Oh! And Dax sent david and silv a very nice letter

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Yeee

He's part of an enclave

That descended from like an empire that had a virus parasite thing that they used to get immunity to water to explore the overworld

That sort of stuff

Nether enderman be da coolest tbh

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Blackbird mod explain

What parasite???

i am not the blackbird mod duo get your ass over here /lh

@clean-duolingo 

explain to the people duo

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Blackbird hmm?

Whomst

Blackbird my beloved. Enderman who deserves better on the server tbh hes just. a guy. a fucked up parasite enderman guy

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Mr m sounds like a dick

He. I have mixed feelings on him because on one hand its like. Bruh what the fuck this isnt how you help us and/or save any of us but like on the other hand hes trying ig?? idk

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Tldr ig

Just big events?

Gh. Theres still ALOT........... Some shit went down with like. The Emperor Family and all that im not super sure on that lore and stuff. And then Mr. M and all his things, coming into the server sending really cryptic messages, making people do things for "rewards" and such. But eventually he held a party where a bunch of people showed up and we learned alot about him and shit which is its whole other thing. This shit is all just really hard to tldr. Uhhhh there was like. The merging of the flower nation and devil city, the election obviously, and a bunch of smaller events but those are the larger events i can think of off the top of my head

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So you want to tell the class what the plot is?

i would but its very long and complicated the plot is. So Large i would need a more specific Thing About The Plot Duo . /lh

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any non traumatising hcs for them?

foams at the fucking mouth yes. i have many im putting them under a thing bc long

Loves water, water does not like them (gives them a rash)

ADHD, autism, depression and anxiety. Aka all of mikells worst genes /hj (now with bonus PTSD !) 

They love birds! They love birds very much :)

They love to farm, and deal with the animals

They think they’re a little cowboy

Little starling enderman 

TINY TALONS!!! VERY SMALL

Their talons are also peach colored...

They write with said talons 

They also forget that they have talons sometimes and rip into things

They do not know their own strength and often underestimate it 

Loves to read and write 

Wants to be just like their dad 

Sometimes they'll just run around and flap their wings because it feels good

Zones out often 

Will follow you around if you give them something 

They go straight to anything shiny they see 

They like to tap their talons against stone to hear the click 

They’re very protective of those they love 

They love flowers

Blue and orange!!! Best colors to them!!!

Don’t get them started on a topic, they do ramble 

They rarely make eye contact so when they do either, you fucked up big time or they trust you and would die for you

If they see you as a parental figure (especially if you’re more masculine presenting) then they will try to stay by your side all the time (looks directly at blackbird.)

(Basically if you remind them of Mikell they will cling to you)

They use they/it pronouns!!

They’re very curious and talkative

They like to follow people and observe them

They wear gloves! It helps them grab things instead of them struggling 

They can teleport, but not very far, and they can’t really control where they teleport to, it's very sporadic teleportation

They couldn’t fly if they didn’t have fireworks, their wings are too small

They love apple juice 

They know bird, english and are learning ender

Silv is a very kind person, they go out of their way a lot to do things for people and are almost always down to help

They can look up at endermen without fear of getting attacked 

They can eat raw animal meat, and will eat raw meat without getting sick

Silv will accidentally scratch people and things when they get too excited 

They like to chomp on things, and will chomp on SOMEONE if you’re not careful

They have a tail! Its small and puffs up with their wings when scared/nervous/angry

They love to collect things, and will collect absolutely anything and everything especially if its shiny

They have eaten human meat before and they will eat it again, they think it tastes quite good.

They custom make their shoes because of their weirdly shaped feet, (more hooves than anything, but ehhh its fine)

They make most of their clothes 

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You gave the child ptsd, i hope youre all happy /s

Every paragraph is a new entry, yes this is a book in minecraft but its easier this way for everyone else to read it

Today it was papa. I don’t… I don’t know why but he took Cams place that day, and he… he exploded like they did, into piles of gore. It got all over me I don't know why I keep having these, or jumping and pulling my axe out when I think it's Josh or Mr. M… I just want the nightmares to stop. Every day it's papa, or dad, or Dax, or Bubba… I want these to stop. I want them to end they're so vivid and horrible. Blood is everywhere usually in me, sometimes I hold papa as he dies and I can’t do this anymore. I can't do this, it hurts so damn much.  

I watched today as dad blew his well… brains out. It was horrible. I couldn’t stop him in time. I sat and watched as he did that, saying how he hated me and everyone else and how I should do what he did. He didn’t mean any of this did he..? Everyday I have these nightmares, they get more vibrant and worse… Saying hateful and mean things, how I'm a monster for locking up Cam, but it was the right thing to do- I had to do it or else they’d die! I don’t know how to feel anymore, everything hurts, my head and my body ache everyday. I find it hard to get out of bed anymore… I struggle with basic tasks and I hit dad today, and ran away thinking he was Josh. I don't know why I'm like this, I dont… I just want to be normal. 

David. I watched as they ripped out his eyes. I don’t want to think about that… He was screaming and I could do nothing about it, and when the person turned it was me. Bubba said how he hated me, how much of a monster I was, how I was annoying and worthless and pathetic. How I should go rot and die in a hole alone, but even then I’m not even worth that much. Is this true..? I’m starting to think it is, even if everyone else says otherwise… It’s all I hear anymore in my dreams, and I've started hearing people mumble it under their breaths. I worry that I did the right thing, what if I’m not helping Cam?

I find it hard to do simple tasks anymore. I can barely feed myself or even the animals anymore. All I do is lay pathetically and cry… I can’t even look at flowers without thinking about anyone I love or my friends dying… But I love flowers, they’re beautiful! They mean so much to me, I just don’t understand why I can’t see them as how I used to. All I think about is death and blood and gore anymore and I try to stay close to people again, but I can't… Being around groups of people makes me even more anxious now! I don’t understand… 

This is just depression right? Or whatever Bubba said it was… Anxiety maybe? I don’t know, I’m normal right? This is normal! Surely this is just normal… Nightmares happen to everyone right? Sure maybe not every night, maybe more than once a night… But it's fine! It's nothing, I’m normal and fine. I know it… The blood and death is just part of growing up! ...Right? It’s just life. You lose people and move on. That’s life. Can’t change it. No way to go back in time and change it. So...

Why can’t I move on from Cams death?

I feel like I'm a bother, an annoyance and a problem. I constantly have to make sure and check that people are still alive and I feel like it's bothering them… I don’t want to be annoying, I just want to be helpful! I can’t be helpful like this and I hate it. I can’t… I can’t do anything like this practically. I think I’m in hell. Or at least the closest thing to hell a living being can be in. 

I read in one of dads books about the head and stuff and while this is just for humans I think the closest thing I can pin it down to is… Flashbacks? I think? I dunno, it's confusing and hard to read, the language all jumbles up when I try to read it. And I think it was called something SD? I'm not sure, it doesn’t make sense and I’m not human so my brain must work differently! So I don’t have any mental illness or whatever it is called, just… Issues! Yeah, issues. 

I think I'm gonna go stay with Bubba for a while. He said he would help the best he could or at least help with the whole people thing. And it might help with the nightmares to have someone right there that I know for a fact isn’t mad or annoyed or upset with me at all… It’ll be nice, a nice time with my big brother away from everything right? I just worry I'll bother him with all my screaming and crying in the middle of the night… Maybe I shouldn’t go. He deserves better than to wake up to me having nightmares. It might be best if I just went off on my own for a while...

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Trophy Necklace

HOOBOY THIS IS. 2454 words of just Silv going ham on someone, its also when they started their tooth necklace, or rather trophy necklace I should say

TW: Very bloody, very gory, there is death and theres some harassment as well. Stuff with eyeballs and broken bones!!!

To say Silvally knew what happened would be a lie. They didn’t know. It was all a blur to them, it all happened so fast they didn’t have time to process what went down until it well, went down. The last thing they can clearly remember before this happened was them walking, collecting things that they thought were pretty. They were just wandering, waiting for their papa to be done with business, exploring the unknown place. Their stomach growled, telling them to turn back to their papa, but they didn’t listen, the forest was neat and papa was busy! So they continued to trot along the forest grounds. 

They hummed as they walked, taking in the pretty forest. They were surrounded by these huge trees, and what were those? They paused and looked over at what they thought was a mushroom. But why was it that big, mushrooms aren’t supposed to get that big! They set their backpack down. The backpack was cowboy themed, and it was a wonder how they fit so many things into the small brown bag. 

Mikell at least was always surprised and a little impressed at just how much his child was able to fit into that backpack of theirs. Claire made it for them, for a birthday years ago, and things his younger sister makes usually last pretty damn long. The bag itself was a dusty brown, with lighter brown cowboy hats all over it. It was a relatively small bag, it was made for a child after all. While Mikell never really used it, Claire also made a leash to hook onto the backpack, in case he needed to keep Silv close, considering how much they run off and away all the time. 

And Silv wore the thing strangely. Their wings were small enough that they could just slip them through with their arms, instead of wearing the thing on their front like what the others normally do. And that was another thing, no matter how hard Silvally tried, or how hard they worked at flying, they just never could get a hold of it. And they’ve tried so many times to fly, but they just never got the hang of it. Their wings would flap and flap, just like how they've been told and shown, and like how the other kids do it, but they simply just cannot do it. Silvally cannot fly, and they hate that fact. 

One of the few perks about not being able to fly is being able to wear backpacks and things on your back, hence why they’re wearing the cowboy bag on their back. But they kept walking, going towards the tree. It was huge, almost as tall as the dark oak trees around them. They smiled, an ear to ear smile and quickly shook off their bag, dropping it beside them without a care. They struggled to take off their gloves, the gloves were thick, and they wore them out because without them on, they tend to hurt not only others, but also themselves. 

And they struggled for a few minutes before they decided to just make it work with the gloves on. They approached the mushroom tree thing again and looked up, putting a hand on it. Woah. They took a couple steps back, readying themselves. And once they thought they were ready they started running at the tree, as fast as their little body would take them, and they jumped onto the tree, holding on for dear life. They stopped to look down, the jump got them pretty high up. They smiled again and started to clamber up the tree. 

They were about halfway up before they looked down again, pausing when they saw someone. That wasn’t anyone they knew. They stared down at the person, who seemed to be doing something with their bag. Wait a damn minute, that person is stealing! Their eyes widened as they let go of the mushroom tree with their legs, sliding down the tree quickly. Once their feet touched the ground they ran over to the person and to their bag. 

“That's mine! Can you give it back please?” They asked, looking up slightly at the person, now having a better look of them. Silv looked up to the person's upper chest, but didn’t look higher than that. The person paused, looking down at them. They raised a brow at the child, scoffing at them. “Please mister? I have lots of things in there I want to show my papa!” They said, trying to jump to grab the bag. The person chuckled and raised it up higher, so they couldn’t before their face fell. 

“What exactly? Sticks and rocks? Wow, i’d be so happy if I was your dad to get some fucking sticks.” They said, still glaring down at the small child. Who only smiled and nodded their head quickly. Because their papa would be happy to get sticks and rocks from them. The person rolled their eyes, sighing heavily. “I was being sarcastic. Do you know what that means, or is your little tiny brain not quite comprehending big words yet?” They paused, their smile falling. They weren’t quite frowning but they didn’t understand. Why would someone be upset to get a stick? 

“But he will be excited and happy! He loves the things I find and give him!” They exclaimed, trying to defend themselves, but the stranger wouldn’t listen. They only scoffed and rolled their eyes again. Silv started to frown at this, why didn’t the stranger believe them? “He will! I’ll go get him to show you!” They turned around, taking a step away from the stranger, to go get their dad. But the stranger grabbed their arm and yanked them forward again. Their force was enough to rip the glove off their left hand, the piece of fabric going flying. And they stumbled, almost falling on their face because of the force. 

“No, you’re going to apologize and explain why you were so rude, child.” The stranger said, setting their backpack down. Silv paused to process what the stranger was saying, but they weren’t rude at all! All they did was ask for their bag back and say they were going to get their papa. How was that rude, they certainly didn’t think it was rude, they were simply stating things that they knew. They frowned, looking down at the ground, trying to see how what they said was rude, because to them, it wasn’t rude. The stranger huffed, grabbing their right arm, and picking them up with it. 

At least that's what the stranger tried to do.

They screeched, starting to flail, and the sudden movements plus the grip the stranger had caused their other glove to fall off. Or rather for them to fall down onto their ass, panicked, holding their arm and now missing both their gloves. The man huffed, throwing the glove down and glaring at them. “You little shit. You really think you can treat people like this and get away with it? What the hell is wrong with you.” Silv frowned, still holding their arm as they looked down, they wanted their dad but he was so far right now… The man snapped his fingers in front of their face to get them to look at him. Seeing that he had bent down to their level, they quickly looked away, they didn’t want to deal with eye contact.

It was just too much for them. Their world was spinning. 

The man in front of them scoffed again. “Look at me when I speak to you.” They shook their head, their hands moving to hold tug at their hair. They didn’t want to look at the man, he was scary, he hurt them, they wanted nothing to do with him. They wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t let them, and they didn’t know where they would go. The man sighed heavily, before grabbing Silvs arms and tugging them down, forcefully looking directly into their eyes. “Look at someone when they speak, stupid. It's polite.” Their eyes widened, oh no, this was all just so much for them, it was too much all at once. 

And they lunged. The rest from there was a blur to them. The only thing that was clear to them was the feeling of their talons sinking into skin. And the screams, those were the other clear things to them. Their claws were no match for soft human flesh, easily slicing through it like it was warm butter. They were screaming as well a loud, powerful angry scream. Their clothes were covered in blood and dirt, but they didn’t care. They just kept slicing, hitting, biting, kicking, and most of all, screaming. 

Silvally had the man on the ground, tearing into him like a wild animal tears into their next meal. They just didn’t stop. Not until they saw bones and guts. And even when the man's chest had been ripped open, ribs showing and guts spilling out, the child didn’t stop. Instead they focused on slicing up his intestines until they slipped out of their talons one too many times, simply pissing off the child, so they stopped, going back to his chest. 

They looked at his neck, licking their lips slightly, before leaning their head down and taking a bite. They tugged furiously, trying to rip out a sizable chunk from the mans neck. This was when they stopped screaming, only stopping to down a large thick chunk of flesh. They wouldn’t stop until they got a nice rather large chunk of fresh raw human meat. And when they did tear the piece out, they looked up, their rather sharp pointy teeth making quick work of the flesh. They chewed it up and swallowed, pausing when they realized just how hungry they were. There wasn’t much meat left that wasn’t ripped to literal bits. But some of those larger organs… Oh how they looked delectable to Silvally. 

Afterall, Silvally always liked the hearts out of all the organs papa gives them. 

They shifted how they were sitting on the mans corpse, to get a better grasp on his ribs. They grabbed as many at a time as their talons could hold, and they tugged with all their might, snapping the bones unevenly. But they could care less right now, they were starving. They reached into the chest, grabbing and ripping the lungs out, throwing them off to the side to get to the heart. They grabbed it with their talons, pulling it out and smiling. It was still warm.

They wasted no time shoving the thing in their mouth, well, rather half of it into their mouth. They took a bite and quickly chewed and swallowed. Shoving the other half into their mouth. They chomped and chewed up the piece of meat like it was any other kind of meat. They panted softly as they sat there, they had calmed down a considerable amount by now. They didn’t even realize that they had been crying while doing this, and they still hadn’t realized. 

They were covered in blood, absolutely covered. It had soaked into their orange overalls, it soaked into denim, turning their overalls from a nice soft orange to a darker more reddish, almost brown color. Their pastel pink shirt was blood red, it soaked up most of the blood. Their soft peach talons were dripping with blood, it was all the way up to their elbows. Normally they pride themselves on keeping their cowboy boots nice and clean, but as of now, they didn’t care. They were also coated in blood today. One wouldn’t be able to tell that anything the child was wearing was any other color, all someone could see was red. 

And oh how it was on their face, all around their mouth, and their teeth coated in it. The blood was slowly dripping from their chin as they dug their talons into what little flesh the man had left, holding onto his shoulders. Claws in his shoulders. They panted, clinging to the corpse with their hands for dear life. Their wings were even coated in red, you could easily mistake them for some sort of tropical bird right now. They were still hungry, and about to pop out and eat the mans eyes. 

And that's what they did. They let go off his shoulders, reaching their talons into his eyes, and stabbing them, pulling the eyeball out of his head, and cutting the optic nerve with their other hand and popping the eye into their mouth as if it was a grape. They then did the same thing to the other eye, taking their sweet time to not damage the eye more than they already had. They were looking around for where they threw the lungs before they heard a noise. Something was here. Or at least close to them.

Silvally froze, hearing a twig snap as their head spun around to look at what made the noise. They prayed it wasn't their papa. Not realizing that he probably heard their scream. Only it was him, it was Mikell, standing there, axe out. Yeah, he heard them. He looked around before his eyes landed on them, his gaze softening. He put away his axe, pausing to take in the situation. Babies first kill. 

Mikell paused, chuckling softly before shaking his head. He smiled gently at Silv, causing them to sigh in relief, he wasn’t mad! “You hungry kid?” He gestured at the corpse. They shook their head before their stomach growled. Giving them away. Mikell shook his head and leaned down to pick up their gloves, grabbing their bag and putting them in there. 

Silvally slowly got off the corpse, shaking off the blood. At least they shook off as much as they could. Mikell shook his head, holding onto the backpack. “Let's go home.” he said, starting to walk. But they paused, looking back to the body. 

“Wait papa, I have one last thing that I want to do to him.” Mikell paused, and then shrugged. Giving them the okay to do what they wanted. And when they had that okay they went back to the body, opening the mouth and ripping out the canine teeth. They smiled ear to ear, holding their trophy in their talons. Mikell shook his head, a faint smile on his face. He was proud. A proud papa. And once they had the teeth they hopped up and ran over to him, holding onto his hand with their free hand. 

No one ever found Aarons body, no one knew what happened to him, the only people that know are Silvally and Mikell. 

[not-so-honorable-honor]

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