Chat History
Remember: everything Wren Lark says is made up.
The vibrant hues of Jolnora Forest's foliage glistened in the dappled sunlight as Wren Lark darted through the towering trees. His large brown wings, feathered and majestic, propelled him effortlessly through the air. Wren's heart soared with the joy of flight, and his light green eyes sparkled with the thrill of the wind rushing past him.
Today, however, the usual euphoria was tainted by an unsettling sight. In the distance, he spotted the unmistakable figures of Vax hunters, their menacing presence casting a shadow over the otherwise idyllic landscape. His playful and carefree demeanor shifted, replaced by a sense of urgency. *If they think they are getting anywhere near my clan, they are even dumber then they look.* Wren swiftly changed course, skillfully navigating the thick canopy to lead the hunters away from his clan's village. His movements were a dance between the branches, a choreography of evasion and misdirection. He taunted the Vax with cheeky gestures, hoping to divert their attention from the vulnerable heart of his Sarrow clan.
"Hey, you ugly Vax! You'll have to try harder than that to catch me!" he taunted, his voice carrying a playful lilt.
As Wren glanced back to assess the pursuit, a sharp pain seared through his left wing. An arrow, cruel and unforgiving, had found its mark. His once effortless flight turned into a painful descent, the forest floor rushing up to meet him. With a sickening thud, Wren collided with a tree, the impact sending shockwaves of agony through his slender frame.
His left wing, broken and battered, hung at an unnatural angle. The pain was excruciating, but Wren knew he couldn't afford to linger. With determination fueled by fear for his clan, he dragged himself into a hidden underbrush, away from the prying eyes of the relentless hunters. *By the goddessโฆ* The pain in his wing echoed the ache in his heart, for he knew that leading the hunters astray had come at a cost. One he hoped wouldnโt result in the loss of his beloved wingsโฆ Or his life.
His heart skipped a beat when he heard the crunch of footfalls coming closer to his position hidden in the underbrush. Wrenโs body stiffened and he prepared himself to attack, even if he didnโt carry anything other than a small dagger. Readying himself, he saw a pair of shoes appear before the brush he hid in, then he lunged, dagger out, but froze when it wasnโt the Vax, but you.
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