Diane Fry
Diane Fry (a.k.a. Strong Arm Diane)
“Ow, ow! It’s coming!” Diane gasped out. Child birth didn’t normally hurt half as much as it did now. Her sister, Donna, said the second birthing would hurt more but this was ridiculous. This was nothing like it had been the first time, nothing.
“Zandi!” Diane called out.
She stood up off her bed and dropped immediately to her knees. She was crying, letting out dry gasping sobs. She clutched her belly, so swollen her skin was faded and torn. She pulled her baby blue robes off and nursed the long row of parallel scars that made the flesh of her belly. It was time. The door burst open and Zandi ran in.
Zandiswa was the picture of innocence, as is many a five-year-old, but far more when the five-year-old was hers.
Diane’s quivering gasps came to a slow stop even when she stared into Zandiswa’s blue eyes, her dark blonde hair which was combed back and tied behind her head, her eyebrows, un-styled, bushy and long. She was dressed in a silk toga made of two parts which were clipped together on the top and at the sides with sliver, the back sliced completely down the back. Coming from the slit and out the flesh of her back was a single black wing and pointing in the other direction was a single white wing. Two thick, but hollow, bones over a meter in length and each covered in flesh and soft, uniquely pressed down feathers, raising high over her head. They shivered when Zandiswa gaped wide eyed. The child’s eyes started watering.
“Don’t cry Zandi! It’s okay. Remember, we do not cry.”
“But!-” Zandi protested.
“I know I am. Don’t be smart!” Diane screamed at Zandi. Diane’s own two Midnight black wings spread out. Each wing spread to triple the length of the girl’s.
Zandi backtracked as if she’d been burned. Pain stabbed heavily at Diane once more and any thought of apologizing disappeared. “Zandi! The black and red drum! Take it outside and beat it as hard as you can or as long as you can. Do not stop until your father says so. Go! Go now!” She screamed.
Zandi turned on her heels, her bicoloured wings twisted and flaired like a silk sail in a hurricane and she disappeared from the door way. The pitter-patter of footsteps leading down the passage was all Diane could hear. The sound of footsteps grew heavy on the wooden stairway then disappeared. Immediately the pain returned as though it had never left, and she let out a loud pained cry, allowing it to echo against the stone walls.
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Species: Intake, Black air Raider
Tribe: Crystal Ram Horn
Territory: Rolling Heaven's Needle.
Province: Boko-ni-bophi-ma
Country: Edudweni
Containment field: Small, 3 stars
Wing Type: Pure black wingsPersonality Characteristics
Virtues & Personality perks
Daredevil / Cautious: Cautious
Social
Contacts & Relations
Best Friend: Donna Fry
Family Ties
Mother: Dorreen Mmabatho
Father: Sibusiso Mmabatho
Siblings: Sister, Donna Fry
Father: Sibusiso Mmabatho
Siblings: Sister, Donna Fry
Relationships
Wealth & Financial state
Wealthy
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