Metamorphosis continent

A sharp sting skittered a top her face first when conscious returned. Quincy slowly woke to the ruckus above her head. Some winged beast has broken claw first into her home and swung about in a fit of blind rage.

Blood oozed down her cheek across her soft chin and jawline. She pried herself up to sit. Before skidding back across the room with slick squeaks beneath. Her pants scraps long loud scratches. Sounding like taking nails to a rug.

The beast was 7 ft 1 in, each wing 9 ft themselves. Getting caught up on almost everything. It’s head clearly once a man now looks like it was crushed and then cruely sewn up to a new bird ish shape.

A thick branding scar runs across it’s long hook shaped snout, the glinting sharp tip clanking to the front row of molars. It’s skin looks stretched thin over thick chunky scales colored that of ocen rocks. A deep vein full blue muscular system. It roared in painful aggression.

Bitterly spitting bird like calls like curses. Quincy looked around finding the beast taking up a good bit of the kitchen and dining area. Both places not the biggest for her inconveniences usuallt. But today it’s lack of kitchen size means the front door is blocked up a bit by an large wing flapping about.

She slowly pulled herself to her shaken bare feet. Finding the fear and adrenaline teasing her poor hand eye coordination. She stumbling foolishly like a buffonish cartoon. Then before finding the couch as her best hiding spot for the mere second. Ducking down behind it for cover . The creature has skidd deeper into the once safe sanctuary of a modern living room.

It making a clanking caw of anguish to no ears particular merely wantless cries.

It’s 10 ft tail drags behind it like a long boa constrictor got lost writhing up into his lower back. It doesnt really have much of arms or even legs . They both being mostly purposed to dpread open it’s wing span.

She sees a slither of a opportunity, it is mostly stuck in the room. Leaving it’s entry hole where the beautiful but expensive massive windows once were. The view a masterpiece of nature usually, but right now some fires have troubling sprawed forth to taste the tree’s.

As she took a few breaths to gather her nerves and shut up her racing mind for a second. But shamefully this did nothing to quell her anxious heart bounding up her ribs like a xylophone.

She kicked up and hopped towards the opening. Dodging a decent swing of wing towards her throat. Her cheek burned with the sting of cut. Blood happily weeped down her to pitter patter on the floor .

She fell out the ripped inward wall with a splat of lady on dusty drywall on grass.

She spasmed her limbs to skamper up off the ground. Her knees bucking the dirt beneath to gain any sorta leverage at all. This was her main chance of escaping the bird. It chirpped and rammed back to the rip.

Yanking fully out it finallt could fly up, with a howl of avainly rage.

She squished up a long a tree’s edge, feeling the cool bark dig into her shirt. The feeling of moss between her bare toes, sticks pricking up onto her soles.

It was a cooler evening, the dew from the cooling air settling. Her breath came in quick shallow pantings.

What is happening ? She ponders to herself as she begins back to her ruined home.

Quincy slowly peels into the ripped apart living room. Finding her shoes to wear and a backpack to hold random stuff. Such as food products and clothing items.

Finding the first aid in the bathroom cabinet, swiftly cleaning and pampering her wound.

Laying a thick strip of bandage wrapping. She looked at her face in rhe mirror and she looked…

A bit more gray and drained like she has been in a coma for seven years.

A soft plush tone sigh escaped her lips as she began her way towards the capital. Having to gain the blessing of the Sweetiest is a rather annoying and useless task but needs to be done for her home to be fixed.

As she took long stomping strides down the old ripped up road she smelled the old ash of rotting burnt vehicles and forests.

Some trees glow a slight magma orange from unnatural flames carressing it’s bark.

As she stepped along the road the sky shimmered a shocked pink ish grey. The clouds ablazed by such magics that it can only look this forced beauty.

The framing sky coats the ground in a landscape of purplish blue.

The bugs run rapid due to Sweetness’s love of such things. To her every life is precious or so she says.

It has been 4 years of Sweetness on earth, she has already rumpled up the countries governments. More or less tossed them in a metaphorical blender and chugged it. She now has a few main officers. Each able to take and control different faces of the planet. Different continents and or countries of their picking and choosing.

Humans are no longer the top dog species. In fact humans are more like pretty juicy dolls able to be bent and broken. Only to be put baxk into new oh so wondrous shapes.

To take once a frail useless leg and breath forth a whole new cacophonyof arches and angles.

Under a couple delicate rose colored fingers a human can be something more.

As she stomped along trying to project intimation. To propel a since of badass fear to those seeing.

But it seems it wasn’t enough as a group of tall thin shirtless men stepped up in her way. Each having a couple knifes and firearms .

The leader was a man with long bushy hair looking like he fell straight out of the eighties. His thin pale body was riddled with burn scars and stitch marks.

“ well well well, ohhh what have we here . Such a delicate rosery? Such a fresh stage to sing..” He says with a strange sing songy tone. He having his four other members harmonize his words.

“ My my you sure do have a smashing set of bangs attached to your head my dear.”

He says like a compliment wrapped over a threat. She stepped back taking out a small canister of pepper spray.

“ Leave me alone..” She demands trying to emit the confidence of the ladies from the movies she loved as a kid. The man let out a wet snotty laugh.

Taking two unfearful steps forth with a stretching grin. Ear to ear with the most crooked uncleaned teeth a mouth could hold.

But before he could raise a hand nor voice . And or she could react a smaller lady lunged out of the bushes by their legs. Standing on the right most edge of the road with thick woods beside them. This girl had plenty of cover. She lunging onto his neck. Sinking thick sharpen teeth to his jugular before he could bellow a yell. Yanking back she takes with her a good mouth full of his throat . Cutting off his chorus with gargling chokes.

He kicked back reaching to feel thick spurts of creamy crimson blood. The four men leap back aiming to collect their weapons but with a loud wack.

“ Oh good grief, such a display?”( a burnt man said with a thick british accent. He is missing most his nose and his eyes are creamy white balls sunk within their sockets. He having a fluffy black wig, and a deep blue button up with a red bandanna along his own throat.

He takes a decent swing of a metal bat to bash open the back of one man’s skull with a meaty thud.

He dodged a upward slash which clumsily swirls into the sky from the grasp of one man.

Wack. Wack wack.

Three thick slams of a bat to the face of the knife weilder.

A third figure with a large black cloak slashes in and carves away the throat of the third goon. Carving a thick ditch in his neck. And a deep flick stab down into the skull of the final goon with a wet sink.

“ Bloody hell lovelies, hey there lady you’re welcome by the way.”

The burned man says. The smaller girl still chewing up the neck and shoulder of the leader’s body.

Quincy flops back with a wide eye gasp.

“ oh don’t be like that pretty, we are decent folks. Hm?” The burned man says and yanks the smaller girl up by the scruff of her neck. She swallows the thick chunk of man throat.

“ This is Star. She isn’t named after a celestial body I assure ya. And also my own name is Grim, Grim Kessler.”

The burned man said with a mocking bow. His name Grim. And the smaller girl star or her full name Starvation Emily.

“ Also i am Nee, Needle Adam.” The one with a cloak on says . Need drops his hood wearing white thick lens goggles over his eyes. He having almost no hair, as then a large stitch scar up along the back of his skull.

“ Now what is ya name dear lady?” Grim says calmly . His burnt face smirking as he reaches down to help Quincy up to her feet.