#was debating if I should actually tag this as submas or not but I decided to anyways

[turtle-clown]

Cryptid of the Highlands

Something for my version of the wingmas aus that have been popping up. Don’t really like how short this is! Wanted to add more to it but my brain won’t let me </3

Since he was found he had the feeling he didn’t belong. Not here at least. Everyone kept staring at him back at the pearl clan (he couldn’t keep his wings hidden, they were too big and it felt uncomfortable to force them into hiding), so he was glad that when Lady Sneasler chose him to be her warden he was allowed to move to the highlands. The open skies and high altitudes called to him in a way he couldn’t understand, especially when Lady Sneasler showed him her den. When he was in the cave-turned den he felt… safe he supposed, he liked the darkness and how it tunneled towards Lady Sneaslers den. His tent was very close to the entrance because of that.

He had yet to see the other warden of the highlands, he hadn’t heard much but what he had was… not exactly pleasant, however he wanted to make opinions from experience so he wouldn’t let what the other clan members say persuade him. It was dark out so he didn’t exactly expect to see him, however he did notice a lack of light coming from wayward cave. Did the torches he set up go out somehow? He wanted to investigate so he glided down to the entrance (he wasn’t exactly able to fly, something in him says he never was). Walking in he saw that the torches were gone, something must have happened to them so he continued forward.

He was quite glad his vision was better in the dark, otherwise he might’ve disturbed the alpha crobat that otherwise would have harmed him (while he may be able to see in here he has a feeling others may not, which is why he added the torches). Walking through the tunnels (being mindful of the inhabitants), he started hearing a voice, so he walked towards it. Then he saw them, it was someone in what he guessed was the diamond clan uniform with their back to him talking to a skuntank, what he also noticed were the extinguished torches in their hands. “Pardon me.” He said, announcing his presence to the person. “It appears you have extinguished the torches, I would like to know why as I have put them up to assist those who may go through here.” The person turned around, with a confused expression turning into that of what could be discribed as terror (he did not understand why, there was nothing to be afraid of after all). Quickly after the person ran off, dropping the extinguished torches as they did.

“Hm, odd.” He said, before picking up the torches to relight them and place them back where they belong.

(Eventually he would tell Irida about the encounter, only to be told that his appearance was much more terrifying than he had guessed and that he had actually met the other warden of the highlands.)

(Meanwhile Melli would have been trying to convince Adaman that there was a vengeful spirit with giant wings akin to that of a golbat haunting the highlands.)