I'm feeling angst, so maybe we can have some Bat!Bessie getting jumped by anti-Vesper avians?
The pain in Bessie’s head was almost as bad as the pain in Bessie’s wings. She didn’t know which was worse: the hate-filled screaming in her mind or the claws cleaving off her flesh.
There were three of them in total: A dark-eyed junco Avem, a banded net-winged beetle, and a Hydra with goldenrod yellow and russet red wings. It was almost perfectly coincidental that it was all the other tribes doing this to her, but that was probably what they were going for.
Boiling orange acid was spat onto Bessie’s wings, burning through the flesh as if it were just delicate paper. She worried that there would be holes left behind and she would never be able to fly again.
Her dewclaws were smashed beneath feet, her tail was stomped on, the fur on her stomach was blistered by freezing cold frostbreath, and she was scratched all over by razor sharp claws. She tried to struggle, but they held her down, and it hurt too much to move around anyway. All she could do was shield her head with her wings, curl into a ball, and cry.
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