Pish's Mushroom Adventures - Lumi Grabbert

EDIT: Story added now that I'm not dead tired rip . 

As I said before, I have a bunch of stuff done and ready to post. Most of which relates to Pish. But I'm scheduling this to upload when I'm asleep because it feels weird posting a different comic immediately after that big one. 

ANYWAY. Thinly veiled upgrade requirement thing. Nah I kid, Pish loves mushrooms and I think it would be fun to have mini comics like this where he goes out and finds each one. First up, the glowy one (Lumi Grabbert), good thing he's learnt from his last experience that resulted in burns and is now more in control of his fire magic. More weary and careful is he. An attempt at character development heck yeah! 
But he didn't see the other Wyngro in the cave, after all he blends into the icicles really well. I think Pish stepped on his tail or something so Bolivar there attacked and it resulted in a bit of damage... 

Thanks so much to Tyrunt-Overlord for letting me use your gro for this. 

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 2/8 Basic Wind 

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Pish whistled his awe as he stood at the large opening of the cave system. “Perfect,” he declared to himself, pleased he’d found a good entrance so quickly. At this rate he’d find all the mushrooms in their natural habitat in no time!

He looked around at the darkness and snapped his thumb and finger together to start a flame with more dramatics than needed and began making his way inside. It was still Winter and Pish wasn’t exactly the best at planning ahead, he just happened to get through with sheer luck half the time. Like right now, having specialised in fire magic he heated his body from the cold air swirling around the icicles and chilled rock.

“Ooo,” he looked around at the brilliant formations of ice before calling out like the child he was, “Echo!” Then listened with a ridiculous smile as it bounced about in the open space.

He kept walking, completely missing the still form blending in with the ice.

Soon after his gaze zeroed in on a dim light up ahead and he ran towards it, skidding to stop in his eagerness.

Pish knelt down, one paw braced on his knee, the other held out. Concentrating enough to warm his palm into starting a stronger flame and still mumble excitedly, “Just a little fire and…”

The mushroom’s rubbery tendrils unfurled slowly to reveal it’s bright pink glowing insides.

“Tadaa!” He grinned, leaning forward to rest on his knees to get a closer look at the fungus.

The Lumi Grabbert, a mushroom that grew in the dank caves and opened up with heat. When one opened up, often others around it would open to glow too. Pish felt a strange connection to this mushroom. Maybe that’s why it had been the first one he’d gone to look for.

While he’d let his mind wonder in the face of the soft glow, the form from earlier had grown slowly closer in the dark. Closer and closer and soon enough a growl could be heard rumbling out.

Pish tensed. And without much thought he did what he always did, reacted impulsively.

Gritting his teeth, Pish push his legs out to brace himself up on his hands and flared out his tattered wings in an instinctive response to help release a burst of wind magic to push back the threat. That, and they were ruined anyway, it didn’t matter if the useless things got destroyed further.

However, the split second response had nothing on the large ice blue Wyngro leaping towards him, great claws out reaching and an angry fire in the yellow and red eyes.

The wind gust merely rustled the piñata fur tufts along the enemy gro’s limbs as they crushed down with all his weight behind them. Pish had managed to pull his legs back in from the attack at the last second, but the same couldn’t be said for his wings.

The sharp claws easily caught in the holes and tears already marring the soft membrane, the downward force taking half the remaining wings with them with a horrifying riiiip!

Yowling in pain Pish snapped his teeth together hard enough to feel the impact through his jaw in an attempt to draw his focus away from the pain flaring along his wings and back.

Fight or flight?

Fight hadn’t worked, he’d made a wrong call. Pish liked to think he was a brave hero, but he wasn’t stupid. Even the strongest heroes knew when to retreat, to fight another day and all that.

Flight it is.

He barely got a chance to inwardly sigh at the irony of that thought as he pulled himself up onto his feet before his attacker could pull free himself of the torn wing membrane and attack again.

Pish took off, groaning the whole way as each impact rang through his back and through what was left of his wings. Wincing when he felt what must have been blood dripping onto the back of his ankles as he ran. 

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