CorruptedChronicleRP

Pain crashed through Zathura as Crag slammed her down onto some kind of table. Bright light blinded her as he snapped metal cuffs around her neck, tummy, wing tips, and ankles, strapping her in place. She struggled against the shackles in fear. “What are you going to do to me?” she wailed, hyperventilating from a surge of adrenaline. Crag placed a cold hand over her chest and got close enough that she could smell his breath as he spoke. “What am I going to do?” he pulled back his lips in a menacing sneer. “Something that will haunt you until the day you die.”   Decenlis lifted his head as he heard faint

Crag lay Zathura on a metal table and put something made of plastic over her mouth and nose. “Breathe deeply,” he instructed. She obeyed, and felt herself slowly grow sleepy... Her mind faded... “That’s it...” was the last thing she heard. “Zathura?” A voice said. As she roused herself, she recognized it as Decenlis. “Zathura, are you awake? Are you okay?” he continued. “It’s been weeks since he took you...I was worried he’d done something bad.” Not quite grasping the words yet, she fluttered her wings and instinctively opened her eyes. She froze, unable to comp

The act was over. The only caution Crag showed helpless Zathura now was not at all out of kindness, but out of worry that he would hurt her beyond his use. For he certainly didn’t intend to only fix her sight. He had been in need of a lab rat for quite a while, and this little brat would do just fine. Besides, her mother had stupidly given him free reign. “Easy as taking candy from a baby,” Crag said with a smirk, shaking the wailing child to quiet her. “I’ll give you some time to get settled in, my dear.” he said mockingly, shoving the infant into a large prison cell and locking the door. Singing in a gr

Lunaria lay back in her nest, cradling her newborn baby in her wings. She crooned a soft lullaby and rocked just slightly, the warmth of her young one curled in a sleepy ball against her chest. Everything else in her world was forgotten in the sweet simplicity of motherhood. She stopped singing as a new thought entered her head. “I must name you, mustn’t I, my sweet?” She cooed to her tiny daughter, mind already whirling in search of a good one. It didn’t take her long. “I will call you Zathura, little one,” She purred with a sad smile. That had been her best friend’s name. She had been killed onl