feralarmageddons:

sugarcoatedtyriant:

“O)( no, it bites~” she titters, pulling her fingers away from the snapping jaws, and moves a few steps back, not fluidly but in an unnaturally flickering motion that leaves her standing well out of reach, with the sticky snares of power still lashing from her hands and feeding life into damaged tissue.

“You s)(ould really not move, my dear~ Just let it )(appen~ I’ve )(eard you can get addicted to it quite easily, )(ee)(ee~!” She smiles a shark-toothed grin and ups the ante until her eyes are glowing opaque and lets bones set and feathers grow and skin knit together cleanly except for a few scarred places. “T)(ere, all better~ But pets wit)( a little flaw are always a bit more interesting t)(an w)(ole ones, don’t you find~?” The rush of power stops, leaving the air tasting electric, fizzing out before it can start to regrow your wing and instead merely healing over the flesh at what remains of the base of it.
“Now say t)(ank you, dearie~”

He bares his teeth and lets out a deep rumbling sound, half a growl and half a purr. Because he can tell why it’s easy to get addicted, and he’s trying to not let that happen. After a while he stops struggling though, panting and shaking as everything heals. Well, almost everything. A low, despairing sound escapes him when his wing isn’t regrown. He watches you the entire time, his eyes now glowing brightly and narrowed warily. For a few minutes after you stop he stays quiet, planning what to do next. Finally he pulls himself up, still a little shaky, and says a soft ‘thank you’. Might as well thank you for at least healing him, though he was wary and a little scared of what you planned to do next.

She claps her hands together in glee, eyes shining and sharp teeth curving over her lips as she grins and takes a step towards you again. “Good, very good~ If you keep be)(aving we s)(all get along very well, my sweet~”
She lifts one finger and drops into a cheerfully lecturing tone, leaning in a little.
“But if you t)(ink of being naug)(ty, )(oney~ All t)(at wonderful life I just gave you~ I can —EASILY take it away again, quicker t)(an you can move~ So be a good pet, )(mm~? T)(ere’s a dear~”
She reaches out to pet your head, her smile bright and happy enough to look more than a little mad. “You must be famis)(ed, sweetling~ Do you want somet)(ing to eat~? I )(ave all t)(e candy you can eat~”