Feathers of agony
Basically how to train your hoglin au but the roles reversed.
inspired by this animatic go check em out
https://youtu.be/iQeU7mEmDac
Word count
738 words
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The Angel of Death..a title Philza has been given for Decades, How long has he lived with that? Decades, centuries? He’d lost count by now. He wasn’t heartless of course he’d cared about his friend and yet he had his heart broken so many times by friends and blood that they became corrupted.
Philza had his fair share of injuries over the decades of his immortal being, he had moment of acted recklessly due to impulse and the compassion he had for the ones he held close, His roommate would pester him about that recently incident he’d adventure to a woodland mansion gotten some rare loot an evoker strangely stayed out of his view yet enchanting something under low grumbles, he’d shrug it off and proceeded on with his day, curses have a different effect on the blond for him being a Demi God there's not many like philza Minecraft, Phil had always been so vague on everything. The two were very close but techno worried about Philza’s only life. Philza couldn’t have been more wrong on his Ignorant judgement.
Another Icy Night in the arctic empire, Techno was taking another one of his Trips to the Nether he'd be back by Sunrise. Phil sat on the porch leaning on Steve reading a book, Steve was great company, stroking Steve's fur as if he were a cat wanting attention from one of its owners. A few hours passed the firewood burnt to charcoal, Might fetch some Firewood, The blond Stood up leaving his book closed by Steve.
Philza chopped down a few trees enough to get them by during winter and Techno’s hibernation, holding stacks of firewood, not leaving any leaves behind, maybe he’ll find use out of the spare leaves. Humming a soft tune the blond stopped in his tracks, he felt a sharp sensation poking at his skin, must be a splinter that punctured his skin, forwarding a soft gaze that soon became alert at the sight of his forearm.
That wasn’t wood.
It looked dark like a thin fur like feather? Ah. must be shedding nothing to fret about Right? Phil was sorely mistaken, the natural response was to pluck it out, he did just that. Almost immediately another poked through his skin, that was concerning. More and more popped up, this never happened before, this isn’t normal, philza is hundred? Thousands of years old? Yet this was new to him, he didn’t like this.
He lightly hissed at the more these pestful feathers popped up. His mind raced ‘thisisntgood what's going on?’ panicked thoughts of what could be the cause of this a curse? A potion brewed? Some sort of godly punishment? He didn’t know- raven fur and feathers covered his entire arm at this point, crawling up to his neck and like an infection consuming him slowly yet painfully, his vision became shaky a sharp pain went through his arm, that wasn't his arm it was a wing, his bones and tissues forcefully twisting and forming at such a rate, it was beyond painful, his body couldn’t keep up with this, parts of his body consumed by feathers tearing through the upper shoulder of his clothing, a tear threaten his eye from such agony the blond experienced, it wouldn’t stop its just kept going it didn’t stop, his mind screamed for this to end, it didn’t end.
Feathers tearing through his flesh, His back surrounded by these cursive feathers tearing through the back of the cloth of his upper shirt, philza on his knees shaking, he thought it was over a moment of silence, his arms shifted towards his back as if they were wings a sharp but light shout of pain left his lips, this ‘transformation’ left broken bones, torn tissues. His eyes felt heavy, it stopped whatever happened to him halted, He’d curse to himself but all that left was a caw. What..? he felt so much warmer and cozy yet his body was aching he’d stared at his reflection, he stared shocked, was he now a Crow like beast? This was really bad, he growled from frustration. He needed to find techno, he only took a few steps before stumbling, he was so tired, his body ached just from taking a few steps, sleep was tempting, philza fell victim to that temptation, eyes shut. Philza will sleep in hopes this was just a bad dream.
This wasn’t a dream
