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Few pics as I gear up to return to making vids! đ
This set of pics tell a story... can you guess what it is? đ«
(I also intentionally left my feet in one picture as it's been requested â€ïž)
Any volunteers to pound my heart? In the mood for some rp ;)
She is crashing !
Inspired by some wonderful art from my new friend @saphicresus, my first story. I may come back to this some day and re-write it to be a bit better, but I wanted to go ahead and get something published. I hope you like it!
Liricâs tail flicked in frustration as she paused- focusing her breath as she tried to stay quiet. To stay hidden. Her wings pulled in closer to her tiny frame, pointed ears able to pick up even the slightest of sounds but yet she didnât hear a thing. She could feel her tiny heart racing in her chest, adrenaline rushing through, making every movement shaky and uncoordinated.
Quinn was after her. An enemy she had became under circumstances that weren't her own. Sheâd ventured into her families territory whenever her familiar, a large cane toad named Hieff, had went missing late in the night. The Brabblefern family was known to be skilled hunters, and vicious to their enemies. Where as Liric, the only daughter to the head of the Lotusfeet family, had a lot more peace and understanding to anybody who accidentally came around.
And now, she was in a situation sheâd never been in. She was trapped in a Twolegâs house. She hadnât realized when she was flying- but had flown straight through an open window. They had both scrambled to hide whenever they heard the Twoleg enter, but now- she didnât know where Quinn was, or the Twoleg that she couldnât hear anymore. The tiny fairy moved some of her blonde strands from in front of her face before she heard shuffling- and her wings expanded, taking off quickly and darting out from the cupboard she was in.
âGet back here, you coward!â Quinn screamed angrily. Her features were much different then Lirics. She had the same body type, but her bare body was adorned with swirls of pigment that almost appeared as tattoos. It provided essential camouflage to her enemies. Her skin was much darker, and hair more coarse, currently in tight, firm dreads that had adorations of beads and small animal bones. They were successful, brutal, ruthless hunters. Deep scars showed just how brave she was- and she was quickly catching up to Liric.
âPlease- just- leave me alone! Please!â Liric cried out, darting around a corner and ducking under a cabinet. Her eyes quickly scanned in any place that she could hide, she could see freshly cut vegetables on the counter, jars prepared with their lids off setting on the table. She was familiar with this kind of food preservation from her studies, but she didnât know yet what to do- until she heard the sound of Quinn screaming in pain as she flew over a boiling pot of hot water, the steam having made her dip down into the floor. Liric looked behind her, her wings flapping quickly, still racing to find another open window- deep down, she was afraid that Quinn was hurt. â THUD! Liric slammed roughly into the wall, not having been watching where she was going. The small fairly fell down, falling into one of the open jars with a hazy thud, stars in her vision as she tried to regain her composure. She didnât even realize sheâd blacked out until she heard something rustling just above the jar, the sound of metal on glass.
Her dark eyes opend in time to see that Quinn had managed to pick up the lightweight lid to the old jar and began to screw it on the top. Liric flew up quickly, shoving her hands against the top- but she was no match. The lid was already screwed, she was just tightening it. She began to beat against the lid. âQuinn! Please- please! Let me out! Let me out!â She screamed frantically, trying to fly against the side of the jar to knock it over. But Quinn flew down, looking at the struggle as Liric began to tire out.
But Liric couldnât understand why she was getting tired until it dawned on her⊠she was running out of oxygen, and fast. She slowed down even more, her body feeling heavier then it ever had as she crumbled down to the bottom of the jar, her tail swishing slowly as she looked at the way Quinn smirked at her. The fairyâs long nails slowly tapped against the jar teasingly, her own tail swishing with something that resembled delight as she watched Liric try to gasp. But every breath she took seemed to starve her body further of the oxygen it needed, her heart beating wildly in her ears as if it would jump out of her chest all together. Liricâs hands clawed against the glass, trying to find anything to hold onto- anything to try and convince Quinn that sheâd stay away from her territory. She understood why the other fairy was so violent, with how scarse food was, with some other fairies stealing and killing- she wasnât mad at her⊠but she knew she didnât deserve to be killed for her simple mistake. Quinn was several moons older then she was, she had more expirence, more skill, a bigger clan.
Her head began to pound, a headache like sheâd never felt before aching through her body. Her vision was blurring even more, and she was getting disoriented, unable to speak. She was suffocating, and her body was starting to go through cyanosis. Her pale skin was turning blue around her lips and her face, the red that had washed over her was fading as her heart stopped trying to uselessly pump blood. Her tiny frame jerked invoulntarily as she slid further, her back hitting the back of the glass as she began to feel more tired.
She couldnât explain the sense of.. calmness that she felt. Her tired, tiny heart was slowing itâs beats down. The tips of her fingers, and her toes were slowly turning blue, a paleness that was racing to her limbs. Quinn laid her hands on her hips in a satisfied huff. âYouâll never steal from us again, will you Lotusfeet?â She cackled, before jumping up- her wings splaying out and starting to flutter as she took flight again. Liricâs hand reached weakly out twoards the figure as one last plea before everything darkend within her vision, and Quinn flew out the still-open window, just narrowly avoiding the Twoleg as she walked back inside. Liricâs body had gone limp at the bottom of the jar.
Briela looked curiously out her window, her long brown hair dusting over her shoulders, the smell of fresh dirt on her knees as she took off her gardening gloves, setting the basket of herbs down on the small table that sheâd collected. âOh, butterflies this time of year already? I really need to plant those flowers..â She murmured to herself as she looked for the âbutterflyâ sheâd seen fly out her window. She shrugged it off, and moved to kick off her dirty shoes before going over to the sink to start washing her hands. She did so, patting her hands dry on the small towel as blue eyes glanced over to the pot of boiling water.
âOh! I forgot about canning!â She cried out in surprise at the boiling water, moving to turn down the water a bit before looking at her jars, noticing the metal lid on one. Her head tilted in surprise before she saw it- the tiny, blue fairy within the jar. âO-Oh my! Oh my! Shit, shit shit shit!â She yelped as she quickly lifted up the jar, unscrewing it with ease as she looked into it. âOh! Hey, hey- holy shit! Are you okay!?â She cried out as she dumped the fairy hap-hazardly onto the tea towel sheâd just used to dry her hands, setting the jar back down quickly as she hovered over the tiny frame. Then it dawned on her- this wasnât her skin color.. whatever this little, magical being was- this was the appearance of suffocating.
âOh SHIT!â She yelled once she realized, lifting the tiny frame into her palms carefully. Liricâs body shifted coldly in her palm, her wings limp and splayed out, her tail draping past her palm, arms outstretched and hair messily covering her face from being dropped onto the tea towel. Briela quickly moved to turn off the stove with her free hand before running to her kitchen table, taking a quick seat as her thumb rubbed over the tiny fairyâs chest. âOh come on, breathe! Breathe! Youâre out of the jar now youâre okay! Youâre okay!â She pleaded quickly, her own hands starting to shake before she rested her thumb over the tiny fairyâs bare chest, inbetween her breasts. She paused, trying to feel for anything. She moved to lay the fairyâs back flat against her palm, moving her fingers against her chest- trying to feel again.
Nothing⊠Liricâs body had given up itâs fight. It had been too long, her heart had beat so fast and sheâd panicked so badly she had only sped up her demise. But Briela wasnât a stranger to an emergency⊠but on something this small? She had to think fast, or else the fairy wouldnât have a chance at all.
Briela quickly brought the small frame up to her mouth, sealing her warm pink lips against the tiny fairyâs face, trying to puff a breath of air into her useless lungs. She pulled back, and didnât see a downfall, or hear one. âOkay- just hold on honey- just hold on.â She begged, trying again as she repositioned the tiny frame, letting her head tilt back in-between her thumb and index finger, right in the soft crook, and sealed her lips again, giving a bit fuller of a breath- this time she kept her other hand on the tiny fairyâs chest.
A slow rise. Air was going in now. She pulled back, letting the fairyâs chest fall- before lowering again, delivering another breath. Rise⊠fall.
âCome on..â She whined, pulling back and moving her thumb into the center of the tiny fairyâs chest, pushing down awkwardly. The angle didnât do her much of a favor, but she gained a small âhuffâ from the fairyâs agape mouth. Briela moved to set her against the cold wooden kitchen table, her head lolling to the side, wings splayed under her and her tail in-between her legs as Briela tried another angle with her thumb- another useless huff. She was growing frustrated, but tried again. This time, she used two fingers, both on her sternum, before she pressed down.
Now that felt like a compression. Her body responded just as a humanâs would, and she set her pace. âOne⊠two⊠three⊠four!â She counted, Liricâs body shifting under each thrust into her still heart. Briela had calmed down- and now she had deep focus, her other hand carefully ready to scoop the tiny fairy up when she needed to give breaths again, resting against the kitchen table. Each thrust made her feel that more scared that maybe she was too late.
âhu-huh-huh-huh-huhâ Liricâs body responded in small, quiet huffs with each compression, limbs failing slightly as she was picked back up off the table, Briela sealing her mouth against the fairies once more. She puffed out a small breath of air, causing Liricâs cheeks to expand fully, her lungs expanding quickly, huffing out air as the Twoleg pulled away. Another breath, rise, and fall- and then another.. just for good measure. She didnât hesitate, carefully lowering Liric back down, her fingers finding their place again as she began to compress.
âhuh! huh! huh!â her body responded more defiantly, as Briela didnât worry as much about the depth- she worried that if she went too soft she wouldnât be able to save the fairy. She counted softly under her breath, legs shaking with each thrust as her ribs flared out with each deep, methodical compression that was slammed into her unmoving muscle. Another round, and another set of breaths. She could see that some of the blueness had faded from the fairyâs body but she wasnât yet responding to her- a quick feel against her chest gave her nothing in return, but Briela took the small frame from her table and back into her palm, her fingers moving to rub her sternum desperately.
âCome on, little one- please take in a breath!â She quietly whispered, deeply rubbing her sternum- trying to get any response, before using her thumb, cupping the tiny fairy in her hands as she began to deliver compressions again. These were harder, deeper into her chest- crushing her heart with each beat as she squeezed the tiny form. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, ribs flaring out- open mouth huffing out the air that kept seeping into her lungs. Her legs and arms shook with each beat, the warmness from Brielaâs palms starting to take away the coldness that the kitchen table had only caused to get worse. She was desperate, her mouth sealing again over the tiny fairyâs face, forcing in air even as her thumb continued to press, feeling the way her chest rose up and huffed out quickly with the next beat. Her belly jiggled with each compression, expanding and shifting under the weight until- a tiny gasp echoed.
Briela paused for a moment, her thumb resting over Liricâs sternum. The marbling of bruises and redness made her feel horrible, but Liric tried to gasp again, but her eyes weren't opening. Each gasp was deep, struggled. Agonal. âCome on honeyâŠâ Briela pleaded as she rubbed against her sternum firmly, not getting any kind of a reaction before she began to compress again. She knew that this breathing wasnât a real sign of life- and even though she wished she had a AED , she knew there was no such thing for something so small.
Each thump against the sloshing muscle further pushed blood throughout her system that was trying so hard to fight. Brielaâs careful grip, and thumb centered square in her sternum- didnât give her heart any choice. It would beat, and it would beat to the rhythm that it was set to. Briela moved back down after only fifteen, bringing the tiny fairy up to her mouth once more, sealing over her face and blowing quick breaths of air- over and over again, her tiny chest expanding quickly as her thumb rubbed against Liricâs chest, making her chest shift and bounce before her limbs came up suddenly, starting to move and gasp.
âOh! Oh my goodness, youâre alive! Okay, itâs okay little one- breathe for me, just breathe!â She guided softly as she pulled back, feeling the quick thudding of Liricâs heart as she regained consciousness, the tiny fairy looking terrified as she realized what was going on. âI-Itâs okay, itâs okay, I saw you got trapped in a jar- I saved you, youâre okay.â She pleaded, hoping that the fairy understood what she was saying. Liric didnât have the energy to move, yet, but Briela was already standing, looking through a pile of sewing supplies on her kitchen table until she found a small square of soft fabric, wrapping the tiny frame in it, and laying her down carefully on a old plushie. The tiny fairyâs body rested against the softness and warmth, and Briela didnât take her eyes off of her.
Sheâd done it. Sheâd saved the fairy!
Uh oh, heart has stopped, no pulse, full cardiac arrest⊠would you take over and save me?
Hi Iâm back. This one took me a while. It wasnât hard to draw, I just took a bunch of breaks in between sessions. Burned out a little, I guess. Iâm glad that I finished it though because itâs one of the most relatable things Iâve ever drawn for myself. I hope you all like it.