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i’ve had this done for a few days and i wanted it up so this was basically doodling with words. enjoy!
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“Look at this, Sook!” Strudel called. She brushed away some of the dirt around her find, which appeared to be the corner of a piece of metal. There were all kinds of goodies buried behind Strudel’s home, and she’d spent many days unearthing them and cleaning them up to add to her collection. Usually they weren’t too interesting—old scraps of building materials, bricks, trash—but every so often she would find a real treasure, like an old coin or an animal bone. Since befriending Suki, the two of them had made short work of the yard, with Strudel sniffing out the best loot and Suki using her massive hooves to unearth it. Today was the perfect day for digging—warm and sunny, clear skies for miles, and not a hint of rain in sight.
Suki approached Strudel and examined the half-buried object.
“Think ya can get it outta there?” Strudel asked her friend. She nodded and reared up on her back legs. When she stomped back down, the ground shook, and her hooves dug into the dirt. She began kicking piles away, slowly freeing the mysterious item. When it was finally revealed enough for Strudel to wrap her claws around it and hoist it up, Suki was panting heavily.
“Hooley dooley, look what we got, Sooks!” Strudel cheered, propping it up for her friend to see. It was a rusted piece of metal that resembled a pegasus’ wing.
“I think this mighta been part of an old flyin’ carriage. We gotta show pap!” Strudel managed dragged the wing a few feet before its weight sent her to the ground. She quickly shook herself off and tried again, but the object proved too heavy. She huffed. “Maybe we’ll have to get them to carry it. Come one, I’ll race ya to the door!”
Strudel shot off like a rocket, knowing full well she’d beat Suki by a landslide. It only took her a few seconds to cross the yard and reach the wooden backdoor of the bakery, where she turned around to see how far behind her friend was. To her surprise, Suki was exactly where Strudel had left her.
“Suki?” she called, trotting back over to her. It wasn’t like her to turn down a friendly challenge, even if she knew she would lose. As Strudel got closer, she realized the yakicorn was shaking, almost like she was cold. Her breath came in rapid puffs, and her legs were trembling so much that Strudel feared she would—
Suki began to tip over, and before Strudel could jump in to catch her, she had hit the ground hard. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she was still shaking like a leaf. Strudel felt herself begin to panic, beads of sweat forming under her feathers.
“S-Suki, what’s wrong? Can you hear me?”
She didn’t get a response, not even a nod of acknowledgement. Strudel looked around desperately for something that could help. But she didn’t even know what was wrong! How was she supposed to help her? What was she supposed to do?!”
“Pap! PAP!” she screamed, sprinting back towards the house. “Pap, help! Something’s wrong with Suki!”
Lamington barged through the back door, hooves covered in flour and apron still tied around their waist. “What?”
Strudel wrapped her arms around one of her parent’s legs desperately.
“I don’t know what happened! We were just playing and then she—she fell over! I don’t know!”
Lamington bent down and wrapped a foreleg around Strudel. “Hey, hey, calm down, Roo. It’s gonna be okay. Ya gotta stay calm. She probably got too hot out here in the sun is all. I need you to run and get the hose, okay? Bring it over to her.”
Strudel nodded as she released Lam’ss leg and ran off to do as she was told. When she returned to Suki with the hose—which had successfully soaked Strudel on the way over—Lamington had placed an umbrella over her to shield her from the sun. Strudel handed them the hose, and they began to spray Suki with the cool water. Strudel watched anxiously until Suki’s breath started to slow once again. After a few minutes, she was shaking much less, and her head shifted a bit so she could look up at the creatures in front of her.
“St—stru—del.” she said weakly. “What—”
Strudel leapt forward and hugged her before she could continue, effectively re-soaking herself in the hose water.
“C’mon now, kid, let her breathe,” Lam laughed.
“Sorry! I’m glad yer okay, Sook.”
“H…hot,” Suki whispered.
“I know. Let’s get ya inside, okay?”
“Oh…kay.”
Once they were sure she could stand again, Strudel and Lamington helped Suki into the house, where she would spend the rest of the day eating ice cream next to an industrial-sized fan. Strudel made sure to take good care of her friend, constantly asking her if she was okay and bringing her anything she might even think about asking for.
The carriage wing lay forgotten in the yard.
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Rottie is not suited for the heat. Keep refrigerated!
Also, first use of underbite Scrapjack and I gotta say I’m loving this look?? This is her now, fuck it.
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“Look at this, Sook!” Strudel called. She brushed away some of the dirt around her find, which appeared to be the corner of a piece of metal. There were all kinds of goodies buried behind Strudel’s home, and she’d spent many days unearthing them and cleaning them up to add to her collection. Usually they weren’t too interesting—old scraps of building materials, bricks, trash—but every so often she would find a real treasure, like an old coin or an animal bone. Since befriending Suki, the two of them had made short work of the yard, with Strudel sniffing out the best loot and Suki using her massive hooves to unearth it. Today was the perfect day for digging—warm and sunny, clear skies for miles, and not a hint of rain in sight.
Suki approached Strudel and examined the half-buried object.
“Think ya can get it outta there?” Strudel asked her friend. She nodded and reared up on her back legs. When she stomped back down, the ground shook, and her hooves dug into the dirt. She began kicking piles away, slowly freeing the mysterious item. When it was finally revealed enough for Strudel to wrap her claws around it and hoist it up, Suki was panting heavily.
“Hooley dooley, look what we got, Sooks!” Strudel cheered, propping it up for her friend to see. It was a rusted piece of metal that resembled a pegasus’ wing.
“I think this mighta been part of an old flyin’ carriage. We gotta show pap!” Strudel managed dragged the wing a few feet before its weight sent her to the ground. She quickly shook herself off and tried again, but the object proved too heavy. She huffed. “Maybe we’ll have to get them to carry it. Come one, I’ll race ya to the door!”
Strudel shot off like a rocket, knowing full well she’d beat Suki by a landslide. It only took her a few seconds to cross the yard and reach the wooden backdoor of the bakery, where she turned around to see how far behind her friend was. To her surprise, Suki was exactly where Strudel had left her.
“Suki?” she called, trotting back over to her. It wasn’t like her to turn down a friendly challenge, even if she knew she would lose. As Strudel got closer, she realized the yakicorn was shaking, almost like she was cold. Her breath came in rapid puffs, and her legs were trembling so much that Strudel feared she would—
Suki began to tip over, and before Strudel could jump in to catch her, she had hit the ground hard. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she was still shaking like a leaf. Strudel felt herself begin to panic, beads of sweat forming under her feathers.
“S-Suki, what’s wrong? Can you hear me?”
She didn’t get a response, not even a nod of acknowledgement. Strudel looked around desperately for something that could help. But she didn’t even know what was wrong! How was she supposed to help her? What was she supposed to do?!”
“Pap! PAP!” she screamed, sprinting back towards the house. “Pap, help! Something’s wrong with Suki!”
Lamington barged through the back door, hooves covered in flour and apron still tied around their waist. “What?”
Strudel wrapped her arms around one of her parent’s legs desperately.
“I don’t know what happened! We were just playing and then she—she fell over! I don’t know!”
Lamington bent down and wrapped a foreleg around Strudel. “Hey, hey, calm down, Roo. It’s gonna be okay. Ya gotta stay calm. She probably got too hot out here in the sun is all. I need you to run and get the hose, okay? Bring it over to her.”
Strudel nodded as she released Lam’ss leg and ran off to do as she was told. When she returned to Suki with the hose—which had successfully soaked Strudel on the way over—Lamington had placed an umbrella over her to shield her from the sun. Strudel handed them the hose, and they began to spray Suki with the cool water. Strudel watched anxiously until Suki’s breath started to slow once again. After a few minutes, she was shaking much less, and her head shifted a bit so she could look up at the creatures in front of her.
“St—stru—del.” she said weakly. “What—”
Strudel leapt forward and hugged her before she could continue, effectively re-soaking herself in the hose water.
“C’mon now, kid, let her breathe,” Lam laughed.
“Sorry! I’m glad yer okay, Sook.”
“H…hot,” Suki whispered.
“I know. Let’s get ya inside, okay?”
“Oh…kay.”
Once they were sure she could stand again, Strudel and Lamington helped Suki into the house, where she would spend the rest of the day eating ice cream next to an industrial-sized fan. Strudel made sure to take good care of her friend, constantly asking her if she was okay and bringing her anything she might even think about asking for.
The carriage wing lay forgotten in the yard.
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Rottie is not suited for the heat. Keep refrigerated!
Also, first use of underbite Scrapjack and I gotta say I’m loving this look?? This is her now, fuck it.
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