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a thought i always had for FEA was a what if possibility that Avatar could beto only pichu a pseudo manakete and become a little mini grima. they are grima, why not the chance of turning into one, even more so since grima could take on their own form. could be fun, with coloration depending on hair color. i would have loved the feature.
AC i decided to try playing around with the idea, this is why Robin has wings in this AU
He was on his back and on the ground once again with sharp pointed teeth easily pressing into his sides without much resistance. He bled out from where the fangs were pressed lightly, his forehead scraped from where one of the long horns on the side of her head had scratched him. Her large body loomed over his, a snake like curling mass tangled up above him. Her large white wings cast dark shadows around him, brushing against the forest floor; her claw like hands were placed by his head, twitching slightly as the sharp nails dung into the loose soil.
When hot breathe blew at him, Henry blinked as the situation caught up to him, his pale eyes staring back up at the large red eye that stared back down at him. Her jaws twitched around him, making it click in the pale boy's head that just a simple snap of her jaws and poof!
He'd snap in half, like a stick.
Despite the pain, the bleeding, the hot breathe, and burning saliva drooling into his wounds; he found that he wasn't as afraid as he should be.
Actually, he wasn't afraid at all.
Lying there with teeth wrapped around him, he stayed still as he stared up into the blazing red eye, wild and alive like fire. It was locked onto his face, watching him, waiting. He knew she was waiting to hear him scream, waiting for the fear. He had none to give her since he wasn't afraid of death. A death not even Wolfy could give.
Perhaps it was Robin after all who would kill him.
While a sad thought, it was also a bit of a calming one. There was nothing more bitter than being killed by a stranger that you didn't know. Especially in back, where you couldn't see them. This, he could accept this. His lips twitched up at the thought. Killed by a nightmare-ish dragon. Now that's the way to go.
"If you're going to do it, you should Robin," he whispered to her, raising his arm and lightly patting her snout with it, feeling the rough scales below his palm and the rugged bumps that made up her snarls. The dragon stilled, red eye staring down at him. "If anyone's going to end it, it should be you."
Hot breathe blew over him as the dragon like creature continued to stare down at him, contemplating. Slowly, those teeth slid away from his body, and with a soft gurgling hiss, Robin drew her head away from him, tilting it as she stared at him, her red eye dimming as the sense of anger and fear faded away. They seem to widen a little as the large mass drew away to give him more room, her head lowering shamefully with soft hisses going past her gnarled teeth.
Smiling he reached up and ran his hand along her bloodstained mouth, feeling his palm rise and dip with each wrinkle on her mouth. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed or happy that she came to her senses. If not killed by a dragon, then how else was there to die?
Brushing those thoughts aside, he scooted closer to her head, exploring her in slow detail like a blind man, keeping his hands moving over her flat, long head. He felt her blood soaked teeth, her rough horns, and the sharp ridges of her eyes. She was beautiful in some vicious sense. The snow white of her body, the blood red eyes; she looked like an ethereal ghost lurking in the woods. Giggling when her tongue flicked out and slid over his hands and her messy mouth, he bent forward and bumped his forehead against her, smiling. Lightly, he mused to himself, "So this is where your wings are truly from, Rob." She rumbled slightly, sounding like a deep purr to his ears, and tickling his hands at the sensation.
"Yes, they are."
Robin drew away sharply with an alarmed screeched, drawing away from him and peeking out past her wings. Henry smile dropped as he realized that they weren't as safe as he had thought. The sorcerer hadn't come alone. Leaning to the side to peek past Robin's legs, he watched as a figure waddled their way to them, heavily limping on one side and favoring their left. Torn robes fluttered around their feet with years of wear, and by the odd crunch of leaves, it almost sounded like they were walking bare foot. Slanting his eyes open, he watched as a woman stepped into the dim moonlight, her hair as dark as the surrounding shadows, with a bold silver streak on her bangs that ran up the break on top of her head. Much like her own body, her head was tilted to the side, looking like someone had mangled with it.
She smiled at them, one brown eye calm and easy while the other was a glowing menacing red that looked much angrier than Robin's own. She seened completely oblivious to how messed up she looked from where she stood, staring up at Robin in proud wonder. When her mismatched eyes turned to him,they were friendly and open. Robin shifted around him, one forearm placed in front of him in a protective gesture, while the rest of her body was lent away, trembling like an animal ready to flee.
For a moment, it felt like she would, only to be torn between staying with him or getting away from the woman.
"My beautiful Robin," the stranger breathed out, eyes locked on the dragon and walking towards her, hands stretched out. Robin hissed, leaning away from those hands, her arm accidentally knocking him over as she stalked away from the woman. For a moment, she looked hurt at the gesture before smiling a crooked, happy smile again. She looked just too happy to have found the dragon.
By the stretching of her clawed hands and the gritting of her teeth, Robin herself looked a little too torn about this whole ordeal. A thought flickered in his head as he sat up, peering up at the woman she tried to get closer to the dragon, now standing right next to him. Squinting at her, he realized that she looked familiar in a sense.
"Your her mother, aren't you?" Henry wondered aloud, watching as she looked down at him, her red eye glowing ominously. Despite the bright glare, she didn't look a bit bugged by his presence, smiling sadly down at him. "I am," she confirmed, "and I'm here to take my daughter back." She waved her hand to Robin, making the dragon flinch. "She's incomplete you see. Her form... imperfect."
Henry couldn't help but raise a brow at that, looking at the dragon, not seeing the imperfections that her mother saw. Robin looked horrific and monsterous, but she was beautiful too, as elegant and lovely as a rattler sliding over loose sand. Deciding not to argue, instead he commented, "I didn't think you where with Grimleal."
The woman hummed as she slowly limped towards Robin. She admitted, "I wasn't, not till my husband brought me back and opened my eyes. I'm just as the sorcerer said, cured." She reached her hand up, looking like she wanted to run it over Robin's mouth just like he did. If only the dragon would let her. "Now I realize that she is needed back home. Needed to be perfected. Needed for the people."
Robin snapped at her hand, growling as she slanted her red eyes.
"Please my child," her mother goaded gently, "we're wanted back home, needed. Come Robin, come my little bird." Robin froze at the wording, letting the woman lightly touch her head. As soon as the touch happened, purple magic flared and sparked between them, and Robin reeled away with a scream, lightning dancing between her teeth.
Henry swore that he almost heard Robin scream, Monster.
In a second he saw a figure standing in her mother's place, large and looming, it looked like an exact copy of Robin currently, only darker and much, much bigger, with four twisted wings. Arching high above the white dragon, those wings stretched out towards her, ready to wrap around her. Henry's hands moved before he could think, sparking dark magic between the two dragons, tearing at the wings that reached for Robin.
The larger faded with a mute scream, and Robin's mother stumbled away like she had been burnt by fire, despite not having been touched by the spell he casts.
Robin sprang to life at the spell. Tearing past her mother, she caught Henry with a forelimb, leaving him to cling as she awkwardly scrambled away. As she sped, her wings stretched out till they were knocking against the high branches. Uncaring, they slowly dipped down and up, booming in his ears as they flapped, and with a single blink, they took off, leaving the screaming mother behind them.
Gripping her arm hard, Henry watched the land sweep below them in pure wonder, blinking only when his hair smacked against eyes as the wind blew or her wings came down. The annoyance was small in comparison to the sheer awe of the experience. Shifting over the rough scales to glance up, Henry caught sight of the flock of crows, still trailing after Robin even in this form. Turning to stare towards the head that hung a good few feet away from him, he watched as she stayed focus on what's ahead, her eyes glowing like red stars in the dark lightening.
"Robin," he whispered out, moving slowly up along the air, wondering if he could catch her attention. She didn't so much as twitch at the mention of her name. The only movement he got was the flap of her wings and the rippling curve of her body as she slithered through the air.
Leaning over to the side, Henry watched the world go by, deciding it was best to simply wait this out, she was bound to turn back into a human sometime... if not, well either way, he'd have the coolest companion in the world.
They didn't get too far away when Robin started to dip and jerk in the air, nearly knocking Henry off each time. Looking up to the slanted head, he watched stiffly as those red eyes started to slowly close with black cracks spreading over her long body, webbing right out of her closing eyes. "Robin?" he shouted to her, louder as he tried to snap her out of it.
It was no use as the black cracks spread and her body crumbled away, leaving Henry in open air with a small girl with large white wings drifting closely. Instinctively he reached and grabbed her, just as gravity shoved them down. Pulling her body closed, he listened to the rattle of her feathers instead of the rush of air screaming in his ears, focusing on the feeling of her soft body pressed snuggly against him as he curved around her so that he back was facing the earth.
He found that this was another death that he was content with.
Only for Robin to deny him again. He felt her body twitch and her wings burst open, catching the air and slowing them down. A waiting oasis swallowed them below, the water hot in contrast to the air. After a few moments of drifting, Henry snapped back to attention, reaching for Robin and kicking frantically as he swung them both up to the surface.
Gasping heavily, he struggled with her as she started to weigh him down. Keeping a tight grip on and making sure she doesn't sink back below, Henry slowly swam to the beach, half crawling and half dragging when he finally reached it. Letting Robin drop to the sand, with her wings blanketing both of them, Henry let himself drop, ignoring the sand tickling his cheek as he took the chance to close his eyes.
Safe.
They were safe.
As he started to fall asleep, absently watching as Robin's own red eyes close slowly, Henry could distantly hear the caws and flutter of wings as crows started to land around them.
alright a lengthy chapter! i enjoyed writing robin's mother in a sort of villainous role, especially since its something i haven't seen yet with the FEA fics
as a heads up, next chapter should be the last for AC