Honeycomb

Honeycomb


"Traitor!" screeched the guardian, backed in a corner, unnatural colored blood dripping from where flesh had been torn from his neck, eyes crazed with fear. It's only a moment before the aggressor is hit hard, flying across the room, slamming hard into the cold stone wall. It screams when powerful jaws clamp down around his torso, the stench of blood, it’s own blood, hitting it before it blacks out.

That's the only memory it retains, and even that is fading. Nothing of why it had done that, what it did to deserve the fate befallen to it, nothing before, and considering the state of its mind, nothing after. So it replays the memory, searching for details. Desperately trying to ignore the searing pain and freezing cold that never leaves it. Trapped in here, crystalizing.

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Honeycomb was abducted at a very young age to serve in the [name pending]. It doesn’t remember life before it was taken into the mountain. It can’t recall the last time he saw the sun. The bogsneak was doing quite well. It was a quite life filled with training and not much else, but it was fine, if you asked it. Of course, if it recalled it’s life before I doubt he’d be as content

However, it’s peaceful, although full, life did not last. It all came crashing down around him when Coates gave him a job. Something to contribute to the [name pending]. To abduct a hatchling. Honeycomb violently refuses, almost killing the guardian, he would have if Wasp hadn’t been made to step in. Nearly killing him.

But death would be a waste of resources, so it was not allowed to bleed out on that cold, stone floor. Instead, it was dragged off to the land to be.. repurposed. Connected to the [name pending]. Permanently. It has.. somehow managed to resist the process so far.

But that will change

They always break