Yeet

Made by: Celeana
Made by: Celeana


Made by: Saoirse



Made by: Recognize

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Something was not right. That was the first thought Yeet had as he was stirred from his slumber by cries of his name from the border to his territory. The little dragon had awoken quickly, and flitted out of his den to see what commotion had occurred. That thought of vague discontent turned as soon as he saw the gathering party returning.

That morning, he had sent two more experienced dragons and a young one- Young to the point where she could hardly be considered beyond a hatchling- off to gather materials, and look for whatever they could find in the badlands of the plague territories. He'd thought that, with a party of two who knew what they were doing and one who was new, the young one would be okay. How horribly mistaken he was- How awfully and terribly mistaken.

The smile, the positivity that he strived to so often hold about himself evaporated in one moment. And in that moment, he couldn't care enough to attempt to get it back in stride. He flew quickly to the returning party. They held, on their shoulders, the youngling he'd sent out with them. This was his error. This was his fault!

He didn't say anything- Demanded no explanation and he did not get angry. He slipped into that oh-so unfamiliar mindset of a leader. One he often liked to ignore, one he often liked to pretend didn't exist. He liked acting like everyone's friend, rather than the leader of their clan. But in times like this, where the child's breath was falling slow and short, Such a charade couldn't be kept up, even when he wished it could.

He turned, not going to the injured party quite yet, instead detouring to gather supplies to assist in healing the wounds that were so graphic and horrible, now freshly rooted in his mind. Some medicines clutched in his small hands, others gripped in a basket held by his jaw, he took back off to the party.

Stress wasn't good for Yeet. His fins worked overtime, flapping, flattening and lifting at the side of his head quickly and never quite staying still for more than a moment as he worked through his distress. As quickly as he could, he helped the youngling. Tending to her wounds, quietly working with intense importance lingering in his being, filling him like a storm fills a high river.

After her condition was stabilized, Yeet nodded and excused himself, flitting up back to the quiet confines of his home. There he began pacing, back and forth, worriedly. He wasn't able to still. He hated having to be serious. Hated having to let go of who he so honestly tried to be, in exchange for putting the duties that came before his own wellbeing first. Especially so early in the morning- He'd much rather be that uplifting, fun presence he works so hard to be- He hopes that everyone can forgive him for the error that led to that poor dragon being so grievously hurt. Silently, he scolds himself.

Plague gathering- For a beginner. What was he thinking? What thought had crossed his mind to make him think that something like that was a good idea? He might well have sent her off to the mire alone, to much the same result. This constant flow of self flagellating thoughts was ended only by a crash of exhaustion that took him much off guard- a tiredness which had nothing to do with sleep at all. Following that, he simply.. Laid down. Covering his head with his wings lightly.

It wasn't easy to always be upbeat. It wasn't easy to keep positive about everything, constantly. There was nothing to be positive about in this moment- But he knew, upon reemerging, he'd smile and socialize once again, as if nothing had happened. He decided.. he would sleep until that time was upon him.

Such sacrifices had to be made- Such sacrifices were worth making. If others around him smiled, then it was all worth it. It would be.. Alright, in the end.

- Lore written by Tacocado4801!


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