Note! You may want to read the Alloran vocab ————— Basic info ————— Name: Mulberry Species: Xywraith Pronouns: She/her maybe they/them ————— Writing entry ————— Wind whistled in Mulberry’s ears as she ran. The snow seemed to dig into her thin layer of tan and plum colored fur. Her small paws thumped softly across the layers of snow, leaving faint prints on the powdered coating on the dense snowpack. Her tail whipped in the howling torrent of wind like a ribbon. She saw light ahead. Finally, she saw something other than the whiteout everywhere. She blinked her eyes against the sharp bitter cold and pressed on. As she came over a hill, she paused at the top. The view on the other side… She never saw anything like it. There was a huge civilization, and they had the protection of a giant ravine. All the structures had barely a dust of white topping the roofs. She scanned the huge bonfire in the center, many creatures sitting around it. She tentatively tested the snow near the edge of the cavern. After trailing around even less then a half quarter of it, which took a very long time, but at least she ran. Eventually she found a small path leading down. Carefully, she planted a paw with claws digging into the thin layer of snow and clicking on the stone. No one noticed her despite her odd coat. Mulberry slunk behind the odd huts, fur blending with the shadows and peach homes, or, what she assumed were homes. Many other Xywraiths perched or were laying near the large flames. At least a quarter of the many were injured. There was also younger Xywraiths, she thought only a few at first, but as she wandered, which, no one even noticed her there, or maybe they didn’t care. She found a building full with wraes soon though. Mulberry finally slid into the fire light, warm gold and orange falling upon her face, making her pale eyes turn the inviting tone of the flames. No one noticed her again, just shifting aside to let her sit. “Where ya from?” The Xywraith to her left asked. He was brown, and he looked pretty normal, until you see the blue patterns marking his fur. “Oh, ah..” she murmured, trying to stall. Why would she just tell someone where she comes from all Willy nilly? “You don’t have to tell me. I’m Kai, by the way.” He held up a paw, and even his paw pads were a deep blue. She tentatively shook it. “I’m Mulberry.” She hesitated for a moment before asking, “Why does no one care that I’m new here?” She glanced around to see who was looking, or listening. The other Xywraith, Kai, barked a laugh, voice hoarse. He must’ve had the plague. “Everyone is new here. You must’ve never heard about this place.” He said, scanning the many around the enormous bonfire. “It’s a refugee and sick shelter village. Many come here seeking warmth and food.” He sighed. “Especially with the plague.” Mulberry nodded with understanding. The plague. The thing that wiped out almost half her kingdom. Her ridge fur fluffed up at the memory, the horror that had replaced peace in her home. To be continued yippee
Alloran vocab: Allora(n): The alien-like planet full of OCs normally. Xywraith(s): a canine like animal with other features like fins or wings. Normally only have four legs. Wrae(s): the same as a pup is to a wolf, a wrae is the young of a Xywraith.
