I watched the two people, slightly confused as to why not one, but two people were out wandering around at night. One of them... The guard called her Nicole, came right up to me. It was strange to me to see someone so unafraid. I stepped back hesitantly and saw Lanara back away as well. My ears flattened, no longer brushing the ceiling.
I'd people afraid of me before; it happened almost every day. Parents would shove their screaming kids into me and hope for a cute picture. Even the kids who were perfectly okay with me often had parents who eyed me warily every time they came near. They probably heard the stories about me. It wasn't my fault that one boy broke his leg in eight places, he nearly pulled my tail off and I was merely defending myself. Still, it was different having your creator afraid of you.
I crouched down in front of the other girl so I wasn't so big and a soft churring noise came from my voice box in an attempt to seem less intimidating
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Call me Ishmael. Lord Edgelord to you.
Narnia is my city.
They try to break me down, but in snapping my wings they forget I have claws.
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