Month: December 2021

CONTENT WARNING: Self Harm, Body Horror, Abuse

The sun shines in through the window of my room, shining light on the every growing destruction of the bedroom. Obsidian sits in the middle of it all, eyes as red as the claw marks covering her arms. They’re from her own claws, though nothing on her body feels like her own anymore. She can see herself in the mirror on the vanity, despite her doing her best to shatter it. The girl she knew, the human she knew, was no longer there. 

Her face was dotted with scales, trailing up to the four horns now pressed through her forehead and scalp. Her hands also had scales, though the claws she now had felt more tolerable compared to the larger changes. Her upper back ached, the large draconic wings she’d tried to remove numerous times still on her back proudly. Mockingly. Though it may have been bearable if not for the tail. A fur covered mass, similarly covered in scales, and similarly resistant to being cut off. She gave up on the first regrow, so her lower back isn’t nearly as sore. These things weren’t going anywhere. There was no hope in being herself again.

So she wept. She cried and screamed and swore. She grabbed the remnants of the bed and slammed it against the wall, sending cotton and foam flying. The vanity was next, each leg getting ripped off and sent towards the door she was sure someone was watching her from. She’d felt like she was being watched since she got into this tower. She couldn’t get comfortable, though with this mess of a body, comfort was a lifetime away anyway. She couldn’t even go home looking like this, like an affront. The wardrobe was next to find its way into the air, the appearance not being the only thing to change about her. Another change had already been discovered yesterday; the scorch marks covering the floor and walls showed it. When she ran out of things to break, she turned on herself. She dug her claws into her legs today, hoping that maybe this time she wouldn’t feel pain. That maybe, just maybe, this whole thing was just a bad dream, and that she’d wake up at home with her mom waking her up and asking her what she wants for breakfast. She’d say she wanted waffles, because her dad makes the best berry syrup this time of year and waffles were perfect to pair with them.

But it did hurt. It was a searing pain, and she covered the floor with more blood the more she desperately dug in.

This wasn’t a dream.

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Laying on the ground, Obsidian looks towards her door as it creaks open. Standing there was Draco. The very biped that caused all of this. The anger that had subsided was starting to grow again. She pushes herself off the floor, sighing as he walks towards her.

“What is it, what do you want now-“

Draco grabs her now, using one hand to pull her up by her arm and the other to place something on her face. She struggles, though is too exhausted to move much, and finds herself unable to open her mouth anymore. She’s been muzzled.

“This is just a precaution, I’ll take it off soon.”

So this is how things were going to be. Obsidian felt her legs give out again, a chill running through her body. The husky continued, still holding her arm.

“I know this is hard for you, Obsidian. But don’t you think you’ve overreacted? This room I set up for you is a mess now.”

Making her stand up again, he starts to lead her out of the bedroom. Her muffled protests fall on deaf ears, and the two are soon standing in a dining room. Obsidian, made to have a seat, looks over the items on the tabletop. Rather than being filled with food, metallic pieces of various purity lay on each plate. At the sight, her teeth start to ache. She quickly stands up, holding the sides of her face, though the muzzle stops her from alleviating any pressure. Draco picks up one of the plates, coming over to her. The pain gets even worse the closer he gets, but he stops her from moving further away.

“You’ll feel better if you eat these, but you’ll have to promise not to break anything else. Then I’ll take the muzzle off.”

Obsidian nods frantically, tears lightly running down her face by now. At this, the muzzle is taken off, and she bites down on one of the metal pieces. The more she chewed, the more relief she felt. She tosses a few more pieces into her mouth, more tears starting to fall as she does. Even without Draco’s next line, she felt that this was it for her.

“You’re a dragon now, a young one at that, so you’ll have to teeth for quite a while.”

He puts a hand on her head, the gentlest action of the evening, but one that feels the most painful. 

“Everyone is worried, you know. They’ve been asking about you, especially after hearing you from outside.”

Moving to the table, Draco pulled out the seat Obsidian was sitting in before, beckoning for her to come over. She comes back over, sitting and chewing on more of the metal.

“You can’t hide forever, Obsidian. Adapting will be hard, but if you keep this up you won’t even be able to go home, let alone finish your mission.”

“…home?”

Obsidian looks over to the husky, glaring at him.

“How am I supposed to go home like this, Draco?! Look at me! Look at what you did to me!”

“Obsidian, you need to calm down.”

“How am I supposed to calm down when I-“

Draco comes over to Obsidian again, muzzle in hand. He grabs the back of her neck, keeping her still as he places it on her face again.

“You need to calm down, Obsidian.”

He sits next to her now, sighing quietly. He looks forlorn now.

“I only did what I had to do in order to keep you alive. You went into shock from the stab wound.”

He puts a hand on her shoulder, causing her to flinch.

“We had no other choice, you were so close to dying…”

“….”

Obsidian grips her arms, looking down. She wasn’t unaware of the circumstances. She just felt so… off about it. Like there was something, anything else that could’ve been done. As if reading her thoughts, Draco continues.

“It would’ve taken too long to try and bring you somewhere else, so I had to act fast. I didn’t…think you were this uncomfortable with dragons.”

What? This wasn’t about dragons! Obsidian wants to say just that, even as a muffled protest, but the sadness on Draco’s face makes her hesitate. He gives a sad smile, continuing.

“Juniper and I, we’re the only dragons around here. So, while we felt regret over almost losing you, we were also pretty excited to have a new member of our little crew to relate to. Neither of us expected your reaction…”

Biting her lip, Obsidian looked away. She didn’t know what to say to that; she’d been in so much pain that the last thing on her mind was how people would take it. It made sense, though, for them to take it that way. She can’t even look at herself in the mirror right now. Of course they’d feel hurt. Draco pats her again, his tone shifting to a more cheerful one.

“Don’t worry too much about it. We’ll be spending a lot more time together from now on, so we can get over a hurdle like this.”

He smiles at her, a happier one now. It felt good to have a chance to make amends, at least.

Finally taking the muzzle off, Draco gets up from the table and starts to head out of the room.

“I’ll go get you a new bed, so get some sleep tonight. We’ll start getting you used to your ‘new self’ tomorrow.”

Obsidian winces at the term, but nods regardless.

“Thank you…”

He smiles at her again before leaving, and Obsidian lays her head on the table. ‘New self’. She was really stuck like this. She wanted to cry, but nothing was coming out anymore. At least she wasn’t alone. She felt stuck, but at least she has a place to stay. At least she wasn’t dead. 

Over and over, with each line of reason, she convinced herself that things were going to be alright.