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whitedragoncoranth · 2 months

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Dovah Racc'n

In awe, Rocket looked at himself in the huge mirror the Terran had provided. He... he looked so different! He was taller, now--no longer as small as he used to be, yet not quite the size of a human, either; he was somewhere in between. Rather than being shades of brown, now Rocket's fur nearly glowed burnished gold, his rings and mask bronze. His tail - whilst still a 'ringtail' thick with fur was a little longer and ran to a pointed tip.

What awed him the most, however, was the utterly enormous pair of furred wings growing from his back, wings, he realized, that he knew how to use! He... he could flarkin' fly if he wanted to! "What... what did you do to me?!" he breathed, turning about to face the two whom his mind told him were Mother and Father. ~We helped you, Rocket,~ Ieesha said softly as David nodded.

"Under the best anaesthetic we had," the not-quite-Humie continued, "I and the Weyrmind operated on you to remove as much of the High Evolutionary's cybernetic junk from inside you as possible--among it all, a number of traps and a kill switch on your heart. No more painful bolts, struts, screws and bars, everything to do with your skeleton is internal, now; all top-of-the-line bio-cybernetics or as fully organic as we could go. Additionally..."

~Additionally,~ Ieesha - Mama - continued, ~I adapted your immune system, and transfused my blood into you, curing you of anaemia as well as other diseases. I...~ and here, she lowered her head, shyly, ~I also fed you... I fed you my milk. The combination... it changed you...~

Rocket blinked, lower jaw trembling, as he remembered being warm, surrounded by something huge and comfortable, and a warm teat gently eased into his mouth, suckling and swallowing milk that had tasted so good, that had made him restful, then sleepy. Old Rocket would have said that he was fine as he was, he didn't need no Mama, that he could look after himself... but Old Rocket was little more than a set of awful, fading unpleasant memories, memories eased away even now by the telepathic bond he shared with David and Ieesha, his new, true, Mother and Father.

Physically the little raccoon had only been aboard the Dragon Weyr for one Terran month... and yet... mentally, he'd been here for over forty years. Forty wonderful, wonderful years filled with happiness, love, and joy--he'd been re-parented by these two amazing beings, and... and - Rocket inhaled a hitching breath - he felt fantastic, better than he had in years.

Deep inside him, a precious bebe raccoon called for Mama; and a child-anthro raccoon raised his arms, whimpered for upsies. Outside in the real world, Rocket touched minds with Papa, psionic energies brushing, polite. Then, turning to Mama Ieesha, as his tears fell, he whispered, "fus ro," and - as the gentle wave of Unrelenting Force rolled over them, and they withstood it - David grinned and Ieesha returned the gesture; she greeted, Rocket, her son as a true Dovah!

Then, she trilled gently at him, gestured to herself with a wing--and that was what did it; with a soft cry of "Ma-!" Rocket wept as he ran over and buried under her wing, the huge dragoness flopping on the ground and curling up around him as Da joined her; whimpering and sobbing, Rocket cuddled up between his new parents as David cuddled him, touched, stroked, and petted him all over and Ieesha nosed, nuzzled, licked away his tears. Rocket, the Dovah Raccoon Hybrid, the Son of Omari Kirata Ieesha and High Templar David... was home...

A short while later, Rocket gently pulled away from his new Ma and Pa. Ieesha's ears drooped a little, and David was stoic. "I..." Rocket started--but then he stalled, his purple eyes growing very misty. He sniffled; immediately, Ieesha was there, head forward, whimpering, nosing, nuzzling, licking his tears away; but that just caused more tears to fall as Rocket spoke with cracking, breaking voice. "O-Old Rocket - I - should hate you for what you done..." Now Ieesha sniffled, tears running from her eyes; David nodded, expression neutral. The poor raccoon's heart ached...

"... and yet, I don't?" he stated, wonderingly. "I... I remember you clear as day explainin' to me what you'd already done - the--the feedin' an' the washin' an' brushin', which felt really good by the way - but... also everything you was gonna do--the--the surgeries, how you were gonna go about fixin' everything the H... the High... that HE did to me. An' I remember agreeing, and then you did! An'... an' I remember it all - it was so weird - 'cos I was awake, talking, conscious through nearly all of it... and there was no pain, like you shut off nerves, or, or... no...! oh gods...!" Rocket's body shook as a sob bubbled from his throat; he looked to David and Ieesha as they nodded gently, confirming his worst fears: that human and dragoness, and even the Weyrmind had taken his pain unto themselves when anaesthetic couldn't be used, sparing him from it!

Rocket remembered his transformation into his new Dovah Raccoon hybrid state - slow, warm, and gentle - and then, tears filled his eyes as he remembered the day when he'd become Dovah enough that Mama could - and had - joined him with the Dov'Sil, the collective consciousness of all Omari Kirata. Rocket had cried, and cried, and cried that day as he lay with his new Mama; that the entirety of the Kirathian Dragon race had seen his past, the deaths of his friends, and had mourned with him, had utterly shared his grief, had flat told him that it wasn't his fault.

The High Evolutionary was dead - he just didn't know it - because every Omari Kirata'Dov and their human companions, Mun'Fahdon, were furious, chomping at the bit to find this man and end him! Rocket Raccoon, now, was no longer alone--he would never be alone again. With a thought, he could call any Kirata'Dov - and their Mun'Fahdon, bonded human companion, if they had one - to his side at any time--and likewise, any member of the Dov'Sil could call him, and he would answer! Even... even the ancient, awe-inspiring and terrifying Mun'Dovah...

Feeling the soft burble of the Dov'Sil in his mind, Rocket sobbed, shook his head, laughed... and then, Dovah Rocket went into his mindscape. There, precious baby now played with a small dovah hatchling; a juvenile dovah watched over, guarded, played with child rocket and his friends; a colossal adult dovah furled wings about a confident, proud adult rocket... but Rocket Raccoon wasn't here for them...

Far, far away, in a darkened corner of his mind... Rocket found the last. Clad in his yellowed, filthy prison jumpsuit, the thin, battered, bruised, fading echo of old rocket took one look at the new Dovah Raccoon and - frothing at the mouth - bared filthy, cracked yellowed teeth and started to yell at Dovah Rocket, that he'd been violated in the worst way, that his new parents didn't love him at all, that he should take the Dragon Weyr as his ship, that he was even more of a freak and a monster no one would ever love him the winged freak monster hate hate hate HATE HATE-HATE-HATE-HATE-KILL-'EM-ALL-BLOW-THEM-ALL-UP-RIP-THEIR-FUCKIN'-FACES-OFF-WORTHLESS FUCKIN' STINKIN' BALD-BODY-HUMIE-FUCKIN'-PATHETIC-SOFT-LIZARD...!

Tears falling from his eyes to stain and mat his fur, the Dovah Racc'n picked up old rocket and - as the fading echo grew smaller and smaller - Dovah Rocket accepted, gently embraced, and then at last forgave his old self. He felt his new Mother and Father come to stand beside him, then, David and Ieesha joining him in his mindscape, the human's and dragon's tears joining with his as all watched the final echo of old rocket fade away, disappearing into little motes of light. Returning to the real world, Rocket stuttered brokenly, "... Don't hate you; can't hate you... ... don't' wanna hate anymore...! I... I love you both so, so much...!" Weeping softly, gently, the raccoon fell into the embrace of Ieesha and David; there he cried, and cried, and cried mourning old rocket, and David and Ieesha mourned with him.

#rocket raccoon #dragon/raccon hybrid #dovah raccoon #telepathy #love #rebirth?#comfort #happiness #fluff

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longveil · 11 months

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A delivery is left on the doorstep of an apartment above the docks. There is no note, only a vase with a display of white calla lilies accented by the thin and spindly twists of willow twigs and their own verdant leaves.

Mild dismay and some measure of surprise met the unmarked vase’s discovery upon Seraanna’s doorstep. Dismay at the reminder of all that remained undone of her return. The wards yet to be restored, return of the locks and door knocker that had given way to more… mundane… accoutrements while she was away, seeking other Truths. Any one of which might have left some hint as to her benefactor.

And surprise as would come from any such gift, moreso for that she had not been long returned to Stormwind. Other than her sister and the her vessel’s crew, few beyond those present at the recent tiresome event within Stormwind Keep would know to mark her presencem, and fewer still would know where she found her rest. And so...

“The Baron, of all… likely truths. Yet... not one of certainty,” Seraanna murmured to herself. A faded smile pulled at her lips as she took the vase, examined it briefly for any obvious malfeasance, and returned within.

Inside, there was still the cacophony of the newly relocated, the walls yet bare and several boxes yet to be unpacked. A far cry from the careful arrangements of memory. Her wingback armchair however, embroidered in red and gold, had already recaptured its place of honor near the leaded glass window overlooking the Harbor.

One by one the calla lilies were removed from their vase, stems carefully trimmed afresh. The twists of willow were equally tended, Seraa’s handiwork unhurried and precise. Lastly, the water within the vase was changed out for fresh, a generous pinch of sugar mixed in before blooms and twigs were replaced.

Gift so cared for, the vase was given a perch on the end table near her chair, a location to catch the western sun. Seraa returned to the other tasks which remained, but a wisp of shadow remained to curl about the glassware’s base - fading only reluctantly…

#flowers #certainly not purity #rebirth?#and willow is resilience #asks and prompts #thank you nonny!#or maybe just pretty flowers

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kurgy · 1 year

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whats happening with dabi?

its 6 am and time for my daily hour long bout of sickness so i would be thrilled to talk about Dabi. my japanese is very rusty and i still dont got glasses, so i dont got 100% of the current details but from what i can see Dabi's fire is in overdrive and anime Chris Redfield realizes hes gonna explode and take everything within 5km radius with him (i believe he is also directly on top of the shelter his mom and siblings are currently in) so he is quite literally going full scorched earth

however hes looked like this for several chapters as he burned to ash and has gotten worse with each new chapter...........except this one.