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In the aftermath of the female wyvern's demise, the alpha wyvern knew he had to tie up loose ends. The youngling, a male, posed a potential threat to his throne in the years to come. The alpha wyvern was determined to secure his reign and eliminate any future challenges. The youngling had to be killed.

when he was airborne he saw down below a black-winged figure the size of a goose trying to run away, it was the youngling.

The alpha wyvern didn't want to waste time, he dived into the youngling, its wings producing a piercing, swooshing sound as it cut through the air.

He slammed into the ground.

*Wham!

"Eek!" luckily the youngling saw him before and was able to evade in the tight moment. The swizzling sound gave away the alpha's position and enough time for the youngling to react.

The alpha wyvern swiveled around, sweeping the youngling with his massive tree-shaped blade-like tail.

The alpha shoved the youngling harshly aside, his towering size and wide reach making it impossible for him to miss. The poor creature tumbled into a nearby bush, jostled and disoriented by the roughness of the move.

The alpha wyvern couldn't catch sight of the small youngling, so he opened his maw and unleashed a thundering roar. Amidst the noise came a pitch-black orb from his throat, and with a loud crack, it burst forth several blinding lightning bolts at the bushes.

The alpha wyvern waited, keenly scanning the bushes for any sign of movement. Suddenly, out of them darted the youngling, limping yet still running. His thigh was injured and his webbings were partially charred from the assault.

The youngling wyvern's heart pounded in his chest as he darted through the dense foliage of the forest, his small frame camouflaged among the shadows and dappled sunlight. He knew that his life depended on his ability to stay hidden, to outwit the relentless pursuit of the alpha wyvern.

With each step, the youngling's agile body weaved through the underbrush, his nimble wings helped him move around undetected. His eyes darted around, scanning for any signs of movement or danger. The forest seemed to close in around him, the branches reaching out like gnarled fingers, threatening to expose his presence.

Meanwhile, the alpha wyvern thrashed through the forest, a creature of immense size and power. His thunderous roars echoed through the trees, causing birds to scatter and small animals to flee in terror. His scales glistened in the sunlight, a fearsome sight that struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest creatures.

The youngling's hopes sank like a stone as he found himself in the presence of the alpha. The alpha wyvern's imposing form blocked out the light, and his piercing eyes scoured the area for any sign of the youngling. Eventually, his gaze lands on him, and the two lock eyes in a moment of unspoken terror. They both knew that this would be the end.

The youngling's breath came in short, rapid gasps as he prepared himself for the inevitable confrontation.

With a sudden burst of movement, the alpha wyvern lunged forward, his massive jaws snapping inches away from the youngling's tail. The youngling instinctively tucked his tail closer to his body, narrowly avoiding the deadly bite. He pivoted on his hind legs, desperately attempting to evade the alpha's relentless assault.

As the chase continued, the youngling utilized every ounce of his agility and cunning to stay one step ahead of the alpha wyvern. He weaved through narrow gaps in the rocks, darted beneath fallen trees, and even scaled the heights of towering branches, all in a desperate bid to escape his pursuer.

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The forest became a deadly playground of hide and seek, with the youngling using his smaller size to his advantage. He would disappear into thick patches of foliage, only to reemerge on the opposite side, leaving the alpha wyvern momentarily bewildered. The youngling's speed and nimbleness were his saving grace, allowing him to dodge the alpha's powerful strikes time and time again.

But as the relentless pursuit continued, the youngling's stamina began to wane. His muscles burned with fatigue, his injured thigh hurt more, and his breath came in ragged gasps. Each evasive maneuver became more difficult, and he could feel the alpha wyvern closing in.

The youngling's heart pounded in his chest as he skidded to a halt at the dead end of the steep hill. Panic surged through his veins as he realized his grave mistake. He had taken a wrong turn, leading him to this treacherous spot where escape seemed impossible.

Exhaustion washed over the youngling, his wings heavy with fatigue. He knew that he couldn't outrun the alpha wyvern in his current state. Desperation welled up within him as he searched for an escape route, but the steep hill offered no refuge.

With resignation, the youngling accepted his fate. His trembling limbs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his body quivering in fear. Tears welled up in his eyes as he prepared himself for the final blow. He could almost taste the bitter sorrow of his imminent demise.

The alpha wyvern loomed before him, his massive form casting a dark shadow over the youngling's trembling body. A cruel satisfaction gleamed in the alpha's eyes as he took his time, savoring the moment of triumph. He relished in the fear and helplessness radiating from the youngling.

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His imposing presence sent shivers down the youngling's spine, but he found solace in the knowledge that he would soon be reunited with his parents. The pain of their loss was unbearable within his young heart, and the thought of joining them in the afterlife brought a bittersweet sense of peace.

His parents awaited him in a place where there was no death or pain.

As the alpha wyvern prepared to strike, the youngling closed his eyes, accepting his fate with a heavy heart. He had fought valiantly, using every ounce of his strength and wit, but ultimately, the odds had been stacked against him. A single tear trickled down his snout, mingling with the dirt and dust beneath him.

With a menacing chirping sound, the alpha wyvern opened his mouth, summoning a pitch-black sphere energy.

The moment of destruction was imminent, ready to unleash a devastating attack on the youngling.

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Just when the alpha wyvern was about to finish off the youngling, In a split second, a white shadow streaked between them.

"Graaaaahh!!" The alpha wyvern howled in agony.

He thrashed about, attacking everything in his path, his head swinging violently from side to side. Blood poured from his right eye with a talon deeply embedded in its socket. Something had attacked the alpha wyvern.

It had white wings and talons.

It was a young harpy who had intervened, her swift action catching the alpha wyvern off guard. She lay at the base of a nearby tree, having been flung aside by the alpha wyvern's frenzied movements.

Disoriented but determined, she regained her composure. Her gaze fell upon the cowering youngling, and with a surge of strength, she rose to her feet. Bending her legs, the harpy dashed towards the youngling, her wings propelling her forward.

In one swift motion, she scooped him up and took flight, leaving the alpha wyvern bewildered and unaware of what had just transpired. The alpha can't see with one of his eyes through the thick mist on the forest floor covering her trail.

Up in the glooming sky, the young harpy with emerald eyes and golden locks held the youngling wyvern securely in her grasp. Their silhouettes danced against the backdrop of the encroaching rain clouds, a testament to the bond that had formed between them. As the drizzle began to fall, the harpy scanned the surrounding area, searching for a safe haven where they could seek refuge.

The young harpy looking for a safe place to lay low, she was hovering in the Song forest, the opposite forest away from where she rescued the youngling from the alpha wyvern.

Her keen eyes spotted a familiar landmark in the distance - a cluster of tree canopies beneath which stood a towering, ancient dead tree bark. It was hollow Inside the tree bark with a hole of human size as an entrance in between the dead roots.

It was a place of solace, a sanctuary where she had often hidden from her inquisitive sisters, their curiosity never leading them to discover her secret spot. With determination in her heart, she angled her flight path toward this familiar destination.

Descending gracefully, the harpy expertly navigated through the thick foliage, her wings rustling softly against the leaves. The youngling wyvern clung to her tightly, his scales shimmering in the soft light filtering through the canopy. The air grew still, and a sense of tranquility enveloped them as they landed on the damp forest floor.

they got inside the hollow tree through the top of the tree bark which was covered by the canopies of the tall tree behind it. She descended swiftly and gently put down the youngling wyvern on the base of the tree bark.

They had found a safe haven, a secluded place away from the prying eyes of both wyverns and humans. The young harpy carefully set the youngling, ensuring he was comfortable before taking a moment to survey their surroundings.

After ensuring the youngling was safe, she flew up to the top of the tree. From her lofty vantage point, she was able to keep a watchful eye and make sure that the wyvern didn't follow her here - a refuge that only she knew about.

The towering dead tree cast an imposing shadow, its weathered bark bearing the marks of time. It stood as a silent witness to the ancient tales woven within these woods.

Beyond the tree, the harpy caught a glimpse of a distant human village nestled amidst the rolling hills. The flickering lights from the village cast a warm glow against the twilight sky, a stark contrast to the dark and mysterious realm of the forest. The village held a certain allure, but the harpy knew that venturing too close would jeopardize their safety.

She had learned from her kind, from generations past, that wyverns seldom strayed beyond the boundaries of their territory.

Unlike their harpy counterparts, wyverns possess a peculiar reluctance to engage in confrontations with humans. While there have been isolated incidents of wyverns causing harm to humans in rare and exceptional circumstances, it is widely observed that wyverns exhibit a distinctive aversion towards these interactions. It is almost as if an innate understanding or an external influence has guided them to avoid meddling with the affairs of humans.

The reasons behind this peculiar behavior remain shrouded in mystery. Some speculate that wyverns possess an inherent intuition, an ancient wisdom passed down through generations, that alerts them to the potential dangers associated with human involvement. This instinctive knowledge ingrained deep within their primal instincts, acts as a protective mechanism, steering them away from direct conflicts with humans.

Another intriguing hypothesis proposes the existence of an unspoken communication between wyverns and a higher power. It is postulated that some unknown force, perhaps a divine entity or an ancient guardian of the natural world, has imparted a directive upon the wyverns, cautioning them against entanglements with human beings. This unseen influence could serve as a means of safeguarding both species, ensuring that a delicate balance is maintained between the realms of humans and wyverns.

Interestingly, wyverns have also demonstrated an uncanny ability to discern the intentions and character of humans they encounter. With their keen senses and acute perception, they can distinguish between those who harbor ill will and those who approach with benevolence. This unique discernment acts as a protective barrier, enabling wyverns to avoid potentially harmful interactions while still cautiously coexisting with humans.

Furthermore, the wyverns' intrinsic connection to nature may play a vital role in their cautious approach towards humans. These majestic creatures possess an innate understanding of the delicate ecological balance that exists within their domain. They recognize the interconnectedness of all living beings and the importance of maintaining harmony within the natural world. Consequently, they choose to preserve this delicate equilibrium by refraining from engaging in direct conflicts with humans, who often disrupt the natural order through their actions.

In a world where many creatures succumb to the allure of human flesh or fall victim to the violence perpetuated by human hands, the wyverns' restraint is a remarkable testament to their innate wisdom. Their reluctance to harm or consume humans stands as a testament to their unique nature and their intrinsic respect for the delicate balance of life.

While the exact reasons behind the wyverns' aversion to humans remain shrouded in mystery, their ability to discern and avoid potential dangers, their unspoken communication with unseen forces, and their inherent connection to the natural world all contribute to their remarkable behavior. It is a testament to the complexity of these magnificent creatures and a reminder that there is much one have yet to comprehend about the intricate tapestry of the natural world in Celestra Realm.

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