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Not My Bed;Not My Daddy

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I felt... heavy. Very heavy. Heavier than when I practice with Daddy. I really didn't want to move. The cold air settled around me, causing me to cuddle into my bed.
My nose rubbed my pillow, which seemed oddly... hard? I lifted my head, only to drop it back down when the muscles in my neck twitched.

What is going on? I opened my eyes to be greeted with the sight of dirt. Hard packed, cold, dirty dirt.

This is not my bed.

I jerked upright, disturbing the layer of leaf litter covering the ground. My head drooped down as my neck muscles twitched and failed. Slowly, as I concentrated, my head picked back up. That never happened before. Glancing around my not-bed, revealed enormous surroundings, and giant trees reached high above me and created a dense canopy that allowed no sunlight. Big, hard-faced rocks created a cliff that loomed over my current position.

I shivered again as a freezing breeze blew around me. My eyes watered involuntarily.

I wanted to cry. I was in a strange forest, in the middle of nowhere at night. Well, it could be night. The dense canopy makes it confusing to tell what time of day it is.

But I'm in the dark and I do not like the dark!

A piercing wail sounded from my throat, surprising me and causing me to jump, in turn causing me to bump my back against a rock smaller than I. Pain immediately rushed from my back all over my body, rendering me useless while I waited for it to end. It burns. Whimpers clawed their way out of my throat, while I tried calling for Daddy.

A screech sounded from me as I called. All this time I was wailing not a single tear rolled down my face. Was I not able to cry? A dull throb now resonated from my back. My neck ever so carefully twisted so I could look at it. I must've been more flexible than I thought if my necked reached all the way to look over my... wing?

Or what was left of it. It was coated in blood and a shard of white gleamed against the surrounding darkness. My tummy turned nauseous the more I stared at it. It isn't mine, is it?

I tried to reach back and touch it, only to slip and fall as I lost my balance. My head hit the ground, but it didn't hurt. My attention then switched to my hand, which was slightly webbed, covered in mud and tapered with shiny, ivory claws. A surprised squeak sounded from me as I twitched the digits. Shakily I stood, and my super flexible neck twisted the other way to peruse the opposite side of my back.

A regular, undamaged wing was there, folded half way in. A complicated joint connected it to my shoulder, which was coated in a sheer covering of scales. I swallowed nervously before tracing my gaze upwards where another joint with a hard knob positioned away from me stood. Along the line of my wing stood hard layered scales, feathered into the design of a bird's wing.

With intense concentration, I slowly opened my wing fully. It drooped down as I relaxed. A growl sounded as I giggled when I pictured Daddy's look of concentration. He'll look at me with a screwed face and puckered lips when he thinks over something I said. My giggles quieted when I thought of Daddy. Instead I decided to flap my wings and was delighted when the undamaged one did a jumpy version of what I wanted.

Crunch

I completely froze as the soft sound a crunching leaves was heard. The sound continued as it got closer. Panicking, I slid behind the small rock I bumped earlier. I watched as a giant cat, bigger than me, emerged from the undergrowth, sparkling eyes and a dusty orange coat. The colors seem to glow among the darkness.

It sniffed the air and stiffly walked over to where I was hiding. It turned the corner and looked at me, tail raised and purring. It turned around and walked a ways before turning to glance back at me. It's tailed twitched. I slowly got up. It didn't want to hurt me. I started walking, shakily, as I followed the cat to where it came.