The sound of the storm overhead practically drowned out the words of the familiar figures standing before the dragoness. She had to strain her ears to hear, taking a step forward.

"You're leaving?" She spluttered out, soaked to the skin from the non-stop rain. Her ears and wings drooped with the weight of the words spoken by the very few she ever trusted.

"What do you mean you're leaving!?" Kuama bounded forward, paws slipping in the ever dampening mud beneath her. Dark green tears streaked her fur, eyes wide with fear.

"Don't go!" She exclaimed, a loud squawking to anyone who couldn't understand. But before she knew it, those figures had disappeared.

Kuama remained where she stood, seeming defeated.

She was all alone.

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Vent art, I guess. Just feel like some of my friends are drifting. :')
It's just way too much for me right now.

Also the first time drawing Kuama by herself, so yay me.

Kuama/Art belongs to me!