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Thorn Ref sheet WIP
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Hi All
Sorry for the long absence. I'm not dead, just busy and tired. I will hopefully be updating soon, but here, have a drawing of Thorn and Zera above the clouds on their first flight
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From the Ashes -8
Warnings: Fever, delirium, implied past abuse, low self-worth, begging, guilt, fear of abandonment.
Taglist: @whumpcreationsâ, @whumpwillowâ, @stuck-in-this-mortal-formâ @befuddled-calico-whumpâ @wolfeyedwitchâ, @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whumpâ, @bliss757â, @hoe-for-oreoâ, @shydragonriderâ
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Acanthir stirred slightly as the big bandit carefully laid him out on the cot, groaning faintly.
It was hard to believe that mere days ago, heâd been so intimidating and arrogant. Ready to kill her.
Watching him tremble on the cot, whimpering like a beaten dog, Zera could no longer find any of the bitterness sheâd held towards him just a few days earlier.
She didnât hesitate to crawl onto the cot next to the shaking man, pulling the thick furs up over both of them, nor to run her fingers through his sweat-damp hair.
The Prince moaned, pressing weakly into the touch.
âMâsorry.â He mumbled, tears streaking his face. âI-I shouldnât h-have tri-tried to... to...â He let out a broken sob, squeezing his eyes shut. âK-kill you.â He stuttered, breathing heavily. âPl-please f-forgive me, d-donât leave me, I-â
âSsssshhhh.â Zera murmured, wiping his tears with her thumb. âSssshhhh, itâs alright. I forgive you.â
He whimpered, nuzzling into her touch.
âIâm sorry too.â Zera whispered. âI should have taken you to get help sooner. I shouldnât have let it get this bad.â
Acanthir shook his head mutely, snuggling closer to her.
Zera wrapped her arm around his shoulder, murmuring softly, hoping to calm him.
The Prince shivered, pressing his face against her shoulder.
âW-why did you save me?â He asked hoarsely, barely above a whisper.
I almost didnât. Zera thought, sickened by the memory of how close she had come to thrusting a dagger between his ribs.
The memory of him crying out, begging for his mother to help him, while his wounds were cleaned, so scared and delirious he was begging his father to spare him, hit her like a physical blow. It was all too much. She couldnât stop the tears, try as she might.
Acanthir looked up at her with wide blue eyes, confusion spreading over his handsome features.
âZ-Zera?â He asked quietly, timidly. It made her feel sick.
âItâs okay-â She started, choking on a sob. He looked so scared.
âI-I didnât mean- Iâm sorry- I-â
âSssshhhh ssssshhhh ssshhh.â Zera murmured shakily. âItâs not your fault.â She assured him, even as Thorn nudged her with his snout.
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Acanthir watched as Zera wiped her eyes.
âWhat did he do to you, Acanthir?â She asked, a pained look in her indigo eyes. âWhat did your father do to you?â
Acanthir shuddered at the mention. âI-I, he would- I donât want- please-â He stammered, his the words catching in his throat.
âAcanthir.â Zera said calmly, fresh tears glimmering in her eyes. âItâs alright. You donât have to talk about it.â
He closed his eyes with a choked sob. âHe b-beat me... N-never on the face... H-he couldnât whip me, th-the scars would have been too hard to explain, b-but he w-would use h-his sceptre s-sometimes.â He cut of with a strangled whimper.
Zera shifted closer to him, stroking his hair.
âSssssshhhhh, ssssssshhhh.â She soothed, and Acanthir felt Thornâs hot breath on his face.
âIâll never let him hurt you again.â She murmured. âI promise.â
Acanthir nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, mumbling his thanks as he began to slip under the pull of his exhaustion.
He fell asleep to Zera stroking his hair, promising him that he was safe.
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Zera twisted her neck to look at Thorn, smiling softly as he curled up next to the cot, the tip of his tail flicking lightly.
Acanthir shivered against her, mumbling in his sleep. He was still burning up, but at least he seemed to be getting some rest.
Zera curled up, feeling safe for the first time in days. She closed her eyes, joining the Prince in sleep mere moments later.
#Zera#Acanthir#Thorn#Fever#fear#begging#past whump#fever whump#abuse tw#blood tw#feverish whumpee#royalty whump#Royal villain whumpee#crying#fevers#scared whumpee#fear of abandonment#guilt#begging for forgivness#emotional whump#royal whumpee#prince whumpee
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From the Ashes - 7
Warnings: Fever, painful wound cleaning, begging, crying, scared whumpee, belief that one is going to die, implied past abuse, restraints.
Taglist: @whumpcreationsâ, @whumpwillowâ @stuck-in-this-mortal-form, @befuddled-calico-whumpâ, @wolfeyedwitchâ, @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @bliss757â, @hoe-for-oreoââ, @shydragonriderâ
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âWhat is your name?â Zera asked the old man, as he deftly brushed his fingers over one of Acanthirâs wounds. The prince shifted, moaning weakly.
âHoltor, my- Zera.â He said, smiling warmly, even as he grabbed a handful of herbs, and tossed them into a pot of boiling water that hung over a fire.
Then, he gently took a wet cloth, and began to gently clean out the gashes on Acanthirâs abdomen.
Acanthir flinched, a soft whimper escaping him.
When he had finished with the abdominal wounds, Holtor moved down to the Princeâs injured calf, clicking his tongue in concern.
Acanthir shuddered, trying to pull his leg away as the older man began to peel the leg of his trousers away from the mess of sickness and blood. Holtor just sighed, and began to clean the oozing puncture wounds.
âNo...â Acanthir groaned. âNo, no...â
âSsssshhhh, sssssshhhhh.â Zera whispered, sitting by his side, and, after a split-secondâs hesitation, taking his hot, clammy hand in her own.
His fingers twitched, giving hers a weak squeeze. She smiled slightly.
Concern settled over her as she watched Holtor bring a cloth soaked in the herbal mixture forward.
Then, with a slight grimace, Holtor began to scrub the steaming cloth over one of the gashes.
Acanthir arched his back with a scream of agony.
âNo!â He shrieked. âPlease! I canât take this! Please-â He cut off with a sob, and Zera carefully held his shoulders down.
âAcanthir.â She said quietly.
âPlease.â He begged. âPlease, make them stop! I-it hurts!â
âI know.â Zera soothed, easing his head back down when he tried to look at his wounds.
He kicked out, thrashing as hard as he could, wailing in pain.
Holtor sighed, catching one of his flailing wrists, and pinning it against the table, fastening a leather strap around it.
âNonononono, please!â The Prince cried, as Zera tried to soothe him. âPlease! Iâll give you a-anything you want. Anything- please!â
âSssssssshhhhh. Acanthir, I know it hurts, but he is trying to help.â
âPlease.â He whined, his arctic blue eyes locking with hers as his entire body shook with sobs. âZera.â
âYes, sssshhh, itâs just me. Itâs just me.â
âD-d-donât let him h-hurt me.â He pleaded, as Holtor moved on to restraining his legs. âPlease, Iâll do anything.â
âSssssshhhh, please lie still. I know, itâs painful, but this is the only way to help you get better.â
Horror dawned in those already terrified eyes.
âNo! No!â Acanthir screamed, bucking wildly. âPlease! I tried! I did my b-best! Father please! Please I-Iâm sorry. I-it w-wonât happen a-again... Please.â He sobbed.
Dread knotted in Zeraâs stomach as she understood the implication of the words.
âYour father isnât here.â She said calmly. âItâs just me. No on is going to punish you.â
âPlease, I donât wanna die.â The prince whimpered, as Holtor finished strapping his left arm down.
âYouâre not going to die, I forbid it.â Zera said softly, positioning herself by his head. She cupped his flushed cheeks in her palms.
âLook at me. It will be finished soon.â
Holtor approached with a leather strap. A biting strap.
The princeâs eyes wheeled in terror, and he squirmed against the unyielding restraints.
âMother!â He wailed, and Zeraâs heart broke.
âHush now, itâs alright. Everything will be okay.â
Gently, the Holtor took Acanthirâs jaw in his hand, opening his mouth, and placing the strap between his teeth.
The Prince squeezed his eyes shut, hiccuping sobs shaking his body.
Hot breath ruffled her hair, and Zera looked up as Thorn poked his head into the tent.
The dragon uttered a soft whine, nudging on of Acanthirâs hands, and sniffing at the restraint on his wrist.
Zera went on stroking the Princeâs hair, even as her own tears released.
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Laenyra entered the tent, doing her best to keep the pained expression off her face. Hearing such suffering had cut her deeper than she cared to admit.
The dragon had managed to squeeze himself into the narrow space behind his rider, and he had his chin resting in her lap, even as she held Prince Acanthirâs hand. She was crying, Laenyra realized, and her heart went out to the younger woman.
The Prince was barely conscious by now, yet he still trembled from pain, his lovely blue eyes had a glassy, faraway look in them, and his breath hitched and rattled in his chest.
Holtor began to undo the restraints on the Princeâs wrists and ankles, before set about wrapping his injured leg in bandages.
The dragon-rider gently helped Holtor sit the Prince upright, and held him in place so that his torso could be bandaged.
The Prince moaned, slumping into the girl's arms.
âI will check on him in the morning, Lady Zera.â Holtor said quietly, and the girl nodded, murmuring a word of thanks.
âKenaro.â Laenyra called, her eyes never leaving the prince.
âYes, Lady Laenyra?â
âPlease take the Prince, and Lady Zera to their tent.â
âOf course, my Lady.â With that, the big man went over, gently lifting the Prince into his arms.
âThis way, please, Lady Zera.â
The girl followed silently, and the dragon mirrored her movements silently, slinking out of the tent, and trailing after his rider.
âWhat is your plan now, Laenyra?â Holtor asked.
âWe let him heal, and we hope she agrees to join us. If she does, we train her. She will need to know how to fight.â
âShe reminds you of Madia.â It was not a question, but Laenyra nodded.
âYes. She does.â
#Still some more whump#but also plot points#whump#fever#illness#fantasy whump#fever whump#royalty whump#prince whumpee#sick whumpee#begging#restraints#crying#fear#panic#implied abuse tw#infection tw#painful wound cleaning#pleading#scared whumpee#caretaker#royal whumpee#medieval whump
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From the Ashes - 6
Warnings: Fever, injury (Much whump in next chapter, I promise)
Taglist: @whumpwillow, @stuck-in-this-mortal-form, @wolfeyedwitch, @befuddled-calico-whump, @bliss757, @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @hoe-for-oreo
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Zera looked down at the shivering Prince, wincing in sympathy. He was terribly injured, sick, and in the middle of nowhere. And he was a Prince, he had no idea what to do in this kind of situation.
Zera sighed, and lay down next to him. He snuggled against her with a pathetic whine. He was just getting worse, and, to her dismay, so was the weather. She needed to find better shelter for them, and she needed more supplies to treat his wounds.
As reluctant as she was to leave this cave, neither of them were going to survive if they stayed.
Acanthir shuddered weakly, his breath hitching in his throat. Zera grimaced, gently brushing his hair back.
His eyes fluttered open, still-half glazed.
âSsssshhhh, sssshhh, itâs okay.â Zera cooed, gently touching his forehead. He pressed into her touch, a soft whimper slipping past his cracked lips.
âCome on.â She said softly, after a momentâs debate. âWe need to leave.â
âW-what? Why?â Acanthir rasped.
âBecause, itâs too cold to stay here, even with Thorn.â Especially with your wounds. Her mind added.
âCome on, itâs okay.â
âWh-where are we going?â
âAnywhere I can find for us.â Zera told him.
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Acanthir shivered, despite the blanket and the cloak. He was sitting on the horse, in front of Zera, who was holding him in place.
He didnât manage to stifle his groan.
âItâs alright, itâs going to be alright.â Zera said soothingly. âJust hold on. Itâs going to be alright.â
Comforted by her words, Acanthir faded back into darkness.
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It was after nightfall when Zera got the uneasy feeling of being watched. Her instincts were proved correct when she entered the next clearing on the trail.
She realized what was happening just as the ambush came. Zera drew Acanthirâs sword, unwilling to go down without a fight. She cursed to herself, furious for not being more cautious. She hadnât expected any rogues for another ten miles.
Her heart sank as she looked behind her, and saw the two horses blocking the path.
âToo late to leave now, girl.â A gruff voice said. âYou shouldnât travel alone at night.â
âIâm not alone.â Zera growled.
âMight as well be, the lad with you doesnât seem like heâs got much fight left in him.â
âI am not alone.â Zera repeated, as the sound of wingbeats filled the air.
The torches flickered, branches thrashed, and Thornâs roar filled the night air, as he swept down, landing next to Zera with a hiss of fury.
The one she assumed was the leader looked at Thorn with wonder in his eyes, before dismounting his horse, and kneeling. Zera watched in confusion as the rest of the people followed suit.
âForgive us, my Lady.â The leader said, his head still bowed. âWe did not know.â
Zera said nothing, just looked in confusion at the kneeling rogues.
âDid not know that I wasnât alone, you mean?â She said finally, her tone cold and biting.
âDid not know that you were a dragon-rider.â
âThe same thing.â
âNo, itâs not, my Lady.â The leader told her, as Zera secured Acanthir in the saddle, and dismounted, standing next to Thorn. âWe thought you were a highborn, based on the cloak and the horse.â
Zera scoffed. âIâm sure anyone with half a brain could tell that I am no highborn.â
âBut your companion is.â
âYes.â Zera said coolly.
There was a soft gasp from another rogue.
âStars above us, thatâs Prince Acanthir.â
The leader started to stand, only for Thorn to lunge forward, roaring in fury. The man hurriedly knelt again.
âYou are the one they speak of then. The girl who tamed the dragon that Prince Acanthir had hunted.â
âYes.â
âWhy do you have the Prince with you?â
âThatâs my concern, not yours, bandit.â Zera snapped.
âForgive me, my Lady. I did not mean to offend.â
Zera could not stop a laugh at that.
âEverything about this situation has offended me.â She told him, remounting the horse. âNow move aside, or Thorn will do it for you.â
At the words, Thorn bared his teeth, fire flickering in the back of his throat.
âPlease, my Lady. Long have we waited for someone like you. Someone to free us from the Tyrantâs reign.â
âI am travelling with the Kingâs son.â
âBut not the King.â The leader said. âPardon my saying so, but while the Prince is arrogant and cruel, heâs nothing compared to his father.â
Slumped in the saddle before her, Acanthir groaned quietly.
âIâm not a tool for you to use. Neither is Thorn. Move. Now.â
âHe needs help.â She could tell by the tone that these words were spoken in a last, desperate play to get her attention.
âAnd Iâll find it for him.â She said, nodding to Thorn.
âWe have healers.â
âAnd you want to be rid of him and his father. I may be young, but Iâm not naive, nor am I stupid enough to fall for that. Youâd kill him the minute I turned my head.â
âThat is not our way, despite what this foolâs rashness may have you believe.â A new voice said. Zera watched as a woman stepped into the clearing. She was older than Zera by at least twenty years, and had an air of authority about her.
The man who had been speaking lowered his eyes.
âNo harm will come to either of you.â
âForgive me, but I donât believe you.â Zera hissed.
âYou have my word, child.â
Zera hesitated, looking into the womanâs kind brown eyes.
Acanthir shivered, whimpering softly.
Zera hesitated, then nodded once.
âPlease, my Lady.â The woman said, a soft smile gracing her face. âOur camp is this way.â
âIf youâre lying...â Zera said, unwilling to trust the older woman just yet.
âI can imagine what will happen.â The woman said. âAnd Iâm not eager to be devoured by a dragon.â
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Upon arriving back to the camp, Zera had calmed down somewhat. A mountain of a man approached, and bowed his head to Zera.
âWith your permission, my Lady, I will carry him to the healers now.â
âIâm not letting him out of my sight.â Zera said, but she nodded anyway.
The healer was an elderly man, with deft fingers and a warm smile.
âmy Lady.â He greeted. âIt is my honor to meet a dragon-rider.â
As he said it, the other man laid Acanthir down on a wooden table.
As soon as the tunic was removed, the old man grimaced.
âIt seems I have my work cut out for me. May I ask for your assistance, my Lady?â
âYes, of course. And my name is Zera. Not âLady.â
âAs you wish, Lady Zera.â
âItâs just Zera.â
The old man smiled, and nodded, before turning his attention to the wounds on Acanthirâs abdomen.
#Much whump is coming#fever#infection#whump#royalty whump#royal whumpee#feverish whump#royal villain whumpee#sick whumpee#fantasy whump#medieval whump#field medicine
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Whump Community intro
Hi, Iâm Bella, Iâm 22, and my pronouns are she/her. I have been into whump for years, but Iâm fairly new to the community.
My favorite tropes are:
Villain whumpee
Fantasy Whump
Royalty Whump
Begging
Infected wounds
Fever
Environmental whump
Reluctant caretakers.
I also enjoy:
Lady Whump
Whumper turned whumpee
Whipping
and Sedation
My squicks are
Eye Whump
Mouth whump
Force Feeding
Non consensual body modification
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Not me rubbing my fingers together in anticipation for part five :D
A Trade- Chapter 4
I have no self control so hereâs chapter 4 to âA Tradeâ I honestly might post part 5 tonight, not sure- Have patience, the mans will go brr even more later :)
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An informant had brought them new intel, that the Operatorâs activity was restarting. Medic had felt an odd sense of dread, considering the possibility of going back out into the field.
Villain had finally managed to settle, nine months later. His wounds showed signs of obvious healing, and while his health was still a struggle, adjusting to normal life proving the hardest challenge, he was improving bit by bit.
Heâd truly begun to trust the heroes as well, for the first time able to interact with them outside of the battlefield. Heâd seemed to have found his place, and become content with life with them.
The disruption to the comfortable, peaceful lives the heroes had held disturbed Medic. How Villain would react to interacting with Superhero- or even before that, having the heroes gone for extended amounts of time- was a mystery that he wished he wouldnât have to solve.
But as with any problem, it did not go away.
The first warning sign was the immense dread he felt waking up that day. As if he was convinced something bad had happened. Ignoring it, he began his rounds, checking the medbay before checking the doors down the hall. Each belonged to a hero- or Villain. Most were still asleep, leaving him ample time to start his day peacefully.
He had planned to take inventory of the medbay that calm morning, but an alert on the cameras drew his attention the minute he logged into the system.
Surprisingly, it was not in the main cameras, but rather, a subcategory. His heart dropped when he read the label. It was the code for target locations, spaces indicated to have enough energy detected to be the location of the Operator. Of Supervillain.
Thick, thick foliage covered every inch of the ground, but from among the leaves, there was a huge cloud of smoke.
Heart pounding, he ran to alert Leader.
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From the Ashes - 5
Warnings: Sickness, fever, begging, fear.
Taglist: @stuck-in-this-mortal-form @whumpwillow, @wolfeyedwitch, @befuddled-calico-whump, @bliss757, @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @hoe-for-oreo
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He knew he had made a mistake, but it was too late to escape the consequences.
Acanthir squirmed weakly, not quite delirious, but not lucid either.
âLie still.â The girl said calmly.
Acanthir shivered. âI-it hurts.â
âI know.â
He whimpered, unable to escape the pain, but too weak to do anything but lay against the dragon's flank.
She started to withdraw, but he caught her wrist in a weak grip.
The girl put her hand in his forehead, and Acanthir pressed into the touch slightly, desperate for any comfort.
"Please, st-stay with m-me." He begged, too out of it to care about his pride.
"Itâs alright." She said softly.
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Zera felt the blazing heat of Acanthir's fever, and inwardly winced.
Without thinking, she gently brushed his damp hair back, murmuring reassurances.
âMnhhhhh.â The prince groaned, nuzzling into her hand.
âSssshhhhh.â
âI-I donât know your n-name.â The Prince moaned.
There was a long pause.
"Zera." She said quietly.
âZera.â He repeated weakly. âSt-stay with me, p-please.â
âIâm not going anywhere.â Zera told him quietly. âJust relax.â
âI-I...â He whimpered. Thorn twisted his neck to look at the prince, and Zera gently stroked his snout.
Acanthir shuddered violently, his half-lidded eyes meeting Zeraâs. He moaned weakly.
It didnât take long for him to sink into sleep, albeit a restless one.
Zera sighed, noticing the slight lightening of the sky.
Thorn lowered his head, resting it in her lap. Zera laughed slightly. The dragonâs head was bigger than her torso, yet it brought her comfort, to have him so close to her.
Zera gently stroked the smooth scales, and the dragon made a noise that was almost a purr.
They stayed like that, watching the sunrise, and for a long time after.
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Acanthir blearily opened his eyes, feeling only marginally better. He tried to sit up, but his arms were too weak to support him.
The dragon had moved, and was sitting at the entrance of the cave, eating something.
Zera was sitting next to her dragon, who seemed to be sharing his catch with her.
âWhat do you call him?â Acanthir croaked out in a gravelly voice.
Zera turned to look at him. âThorn.â She replied.
âIt suits him.â Acanthir rasped.
She knelt next to him, wordlessly offering him a piece of still steaming meat.
His stomach churned, and he shook his head weakly.
Concern flashed through her purplish-blue eyes, and she sighed.
âYou need to eat something.â
âI canât...â
âAlright.â She said calmly. âWeâll try again later.â
She looked out at the snowy field.
âTheyâll be looking for you.â
âI doubt it... They must think Iâm dead.â Acanthir groaned. âSurviving a dragon attack is almost unheard of.â
âI guess so.â Zera said quietly. âBut he wasnât trying to kill you. Just to protect me.â
âI know.â Acanthir told her. âIf heâd wanted to kill me that night. I wouldnât be here.â
Zera
Thorn
Acanthir
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I also donât remember if I asked to be tagged in the ashes story but now i am! (its me whumpwillow)
Of course! If my tags start working again đ
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From the Ashes - 4
Warnings: Fever, injury, emotional duress, harsh caretaker, environmental whump, animal death (Thornâs prey), mentions of abandonment, very stupid decision made by whumpee.
Taglist: @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @befuddled-calico-whump , @bliss757,
A/N: The prince is still somewhat a jerk, and Zera is having none of his bullshit. Also, I am working on a drawing of Thorn
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From the Ashes Characters
Tagging @befuddled-calico-whump, @wolfeyedwitchâ, @whumpwillow
Thorn (Five year old male dragon/Wyvern)- Drawn by me
Zera (Age: 20 years. Pronouns: She/Her) -(Djarnâs character maker)
Acanthir (Age: 22 years. Pronouns: He/Him) (Post mauling) (Western boy Picrew)
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Don't remember if I already asked but would ya mind adding me to from the ashes taglist? (if I did just ignore this)
I don't believe you asked, and for sure I will add you!
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Of course I will tag you!
And yeah, this kind of cauterization isn't realistic, but it is so fun to write đ
From the Ashes - 3
Warnings: Fever, graphic injury, cauterization, delirious character.
Taglist: @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @bliss757 @befuddled-calico-whump
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From the Ashes - 4
Warnings: Fever, injury, emotional duress, harsh caretaker, environmental whump, animal death (Thornâs prey), mentions of abandonment, very stupid decision made by whumpee.
Taglist: @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @befuddled-calico-whump , @bliss757, @hoe-for-oreo
A/N: The prince is still somewhat a jerk, and Zera is having none of his bullshit. Also, I am working on a drawing of Thorn
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Zera had been alone most of her life. She knew how to survive the harshest of winters, knew how to trap, live off her surroundings.
The unconscious man behind her wouldnât last three days, even if he wasnât injured. Zera shot Acanthir a disdainful look, chewing on the tree bark sheâd foraged earlier that morning.
She was used to this kind of life, but never trying to care for someone else as well as herself.
In fact, this was the main reason she kept to herself, never banding together with anyone else.
She didnât need anyone relying on her.
Zera looked over as Acanthir began to stir.
About time. She thought irritably. The past four days had been even harder on her. Sheâd not slept well, had to constantly monitor the delirious prince, changing his bandages and coaxing him to drink.
She remained where she was, watching as Acanthirâs pale blue eyes fluttered open, confusion mingling with the pain on his face as he took in his surroundings.
Zera said nothing as the prince lifted a hand to the bandages on his torso. Then those blue eyes landed on her.
âGood morning, your highness.â Zera sneered. Now that he was lucid, she could no longer keep her resentment in check. After all, he had tried to kill her.
Just because she couldnât abandon him the way theyâd abandoned her didnât mean she forgave him, or liked him. Or cared at all about him, actually.
Acanthir paled, and Zera felt a small, vicious rush of satisfaction as the Prince struggled to prop himself up on his elbows.
âI-I... You-â He stammered.
âDonât bother. Thereâs nothing to say.â Zera snapped, before he could finish whatever he was so struggling to spit out.
She stood up, and the prince tried to scramble backwards, only for his back to press against the walls of the cave.
The sound of wing-beats reached her ears, and Zera looked towards the mouth of the cave as Thorn entered, a dead mountain goat hanging from his jaws.
He dropped his catch on the floor, and stalked towards Acanthir, baring his bloody teeth in a snarl.
The prince made a blubbering noise, and cowered back against the cave wall.
********
Acanthir shivered in terror as the dragonâs hot breath spilled over his face, smelling of smoke and blood.
He held up a shaking arm in a pitiful effort to protect himself.
The dragon snarled, and he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as tears dripped down his face.
The dragon growled again, but did not attack.
After a moment, Acanthir dared to open his eyes.
The dragon had turned away from him, and was nudging the dead goat towards the girl, like a cat bringing itâs owner a mouse.
âThank you.â She said quietly, and the dragon made a chirping noise, before heading towards the mouth of the cave, where he lay down.
Acanthir looked up at the girl, into those unfriendly, nearly violet eyes.
He tried to look stern, after all, he was a Prince, and she was a nobody.
âLet me go.â He told her, not quite managing to keep his voice from shaking.
The girl barked an incredulous laugh.
âI guess a âthank youâ was too high of an expectation.â She huffed. âIâm not keeping you prisoner. Your horse is outside, your highness.â She sneered. âIf you want to leave, then leave. I never wanted anything to do with you anyway.â
Acanthir struggled to stand up, but no matter how hard he tried, his legs didnât have the strength to support him.
Before long, he was too exhausted to do anything but slump down to the cave floor with a defeated whimper.
âNo?â The girl asked, looking rather disappointed. âToo bad. I would have preferred to be done with you as soon as possible.â
Acanthir couldnât think of a response to that.
She crouched down in front of him, and held something out.
Acanthirâs own hand shuddered as he uncertainly took the tree bark she was offering.
He looked at it in confusion, then back at her, hoping to gauge her reaction on what she was supposed to do with it.
She rolled her eyes.
âEat it.â
âWhat?â
âThe tree bark. You eat it. Not up to your royal standards, but youâd better get used to it.â
Reluctantly, Acanthir bit off the corner of the tree bark, choking on a gag. The girl said nothing, but he could feel her disgust as she watched him struggle.
After he eventually managed to finish the bark, he curled up on the cold rock floor, too exhausted to even crawl back to the blanket.
The girl eyed him for a moment, then tossed him his cloak, and a plain tunic that she dug out of a saddle bag.
He struggled to sit up, but eventually, he managed to pull the tunic on, and wrap the cloak around himself, huddling under it as he shivered.
********
In the end, Thorn had simply used his fire to cook the goat he had brought back for her, and Zera didnât think sheâd ever seen this much meat in all twenty years of her life.
After eating in silence for several minutes, she reluctantly went and woke the prince. He startled at her touch, his blue eyes flying open, full of fear.
Zera said nothing, just dragged him to his feet, and held him upright as he stumbled alongside her.
She finally sat him down near the fire, gestured to the still warm meat, and then walked outside, watching the darkening sky.
The temperature was still dropping, and Zera knew that Acanthir especially was at risk of freezing, due to his wounds and the blood he had lost.
*******
âYouâre going to freeze over there.â The girl called.
âIâm fine.â How Acanthir managed to keep his teeth from chattering was a mystery.
âAlright, fine. Suit yourself.â The girl replied, crawling under the dragonâs wing.
He wasnât willing to accept that he needed the help of this ill-tempered, disrespectful peasant, or that wretched dragon.
So he curled up under his cloak, and closed his eyes.
*********
It was hours later that Zera was awoken by a distressed sob.
Acanthir was huddled by the fire, shivering violently.
Zera got up with a sigh, walking over to him.
Acanthir looked up at her with scared, fever-bright eyes, desperation written on his handsome features. âPlease.â He moaned. âI-I need h-help.â
Zera frowned.
âIâm sorry.â The prince whined, as she crouched beside him. The helpless desperation in his eyes wasnât as satisfying as she thought it would have been.
âPl-please help m-me. Iâm s-sorry.â
Zera said nothing, just pulled the Princeâs arm across her shoulders, and dragged him over to Thornâs side.
It was clear that his foolish decision had made his condition worse. He was even more sick now. Borderline delirious again.
He whimpered, curling up against Thornâs side, desperately seeking warmth.
âD-donât leave me. Plea-please...â He whimpered, his teeth chattering.
âIâm not leaving.â Zera said, keeping her voice flat.
The Prince sniffled, and sank back into a fitful sleep.

Rough sketch of Thorn
#stubborn whumpee#prince whumpee#royal whumpee#royal whump#fever#injury#abandonment mention#cold#sick#sick whumpee#scared whumpee#begging#arrogant whumpee
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