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[the plot has been discussed already. this is set 6-7 years after the predetermined date.]

hnnhnnhh,, i SUCK at making forms so you can make your own if youd like;

[editing as we go]


Name:
Stormriser. A possible nickname could be Storm.
Age:
6 years.
Gender:
Male.
Species:
Nightwing.
Appearance:
Stormriser's scales are a stormy deep gray, whereas his underbelly is a dark blue-purple, faint gray patches scattered about like clouds. The silver scales found on all Nightwing's wings seem to have clustered in little bunches on his, looking like shimmering clouds against a night sky. His eyes, deep with knowledge due to the powers he was hatched with, are a dark purple color.
Personality:
Stormriser is rather distant, preferring not to stay in the company of many dragons, seeing as the din of all those voices can get a bit annoying at times. He's not shy, so to speak, but he's quiet, preferring to save his words only for when they are needed most. Despite having powers himself, he has an unnatural fear of animus dragons. Probing him on this fact will either reveal the reasoning, or get you a smack to the face.
Relationships:
Crimson - Acquaintances
Stingray - Unknown
Miscellaneous Info / Trivia:
Stormriser was the only known Nightwing to hatch on the brightest night.

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Name:
Crimson.
Age:
11 years.
Gender:
Male.
Species:
Skywing.
Appearance:
Unlike most other Skywings, Crimson, true to his name, has remarkably red scales, almost the exact color of dragon blood. Due to a scuffle with a group of Sandwings he and his group of old friends he somehow got into in his youth (sometime around age 6), his right horn is broken, thanks to a very mad sand-snorter and a very hard rock.
Personality:
Like many Skywings, Crimson has a short temper. He grew up in an area where fighting wasn't uncommon amongst dragons, and therefore doesn't think much of negotiation--he just goes straight for the attack. He is rather stubborn. When he's made up his mind on what he's going to do, you're going to need a really good reason for him not to do it.
Relationships:
Stormriser - Acquaintances
Stingray - Unknown
Miscellaneous Info / Trivia:
N/A

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Name:
Stingray.
Age:
8 years.
Gender:
Female.
Species:
Seawing.
Appearance:
Stingray is a dark blue, with a light underbelly, almost appearing silver. Her eyes are a glittering ocean blue. She wears a gold bracelet on her left front leg (arm? i dunno) with three shimmering aquamarines set in it. The bracelet is rumored to be animus-touched, although the enchantment is unclear.
Personality:
Stingray is a really go with the flow kind of dragon. She rarely gets in fights, if any, and doesn't like to disagree with people. She's kind of a pushover, to be honest. The only thing anyone might find particularly wrong with her is that she has a sleeping problem, rarely being able to rest for longer than a couple hours, if at all.
Relationships:
Stormriser - Unknown
Crimson - Unknown
Miscellaneous Info / Trivia:
N/A

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AHAHA HOLY HECK I SPENT FOREVER CODING THAT

(WOAH THIS LOOKS INCREDIBLE

I don't have skills lol so um

mine's kinda boring)


Name:

Ella. Nickname could be something, but Ella's already really short?

Age:

7 years.

Gender:

Female.

Species:

Sandwing.

Appearance:

Ella's scales are a light yellow, nearly white, matching the dunes of her home. She has golden underscales that give her the appearance of glittering. She has the barbed tail of all Sandwings, and she has peculiar black diamond patterns all over her tail. Her eyes spark with energy, in a deep amber hue.

Personality:

Ella is confident, charismatic and loud. She can be intimidating but isn't that bad when you get to know her. She enjoys talking rather than listening, acting rather than waiting. She is dramatic, with a certain flair that only she can master. She loves to help others, and has dreamed of being out in the continent to see other tribes. She is a Sandwing princess, but certainly doesn't act like it.

Relationships:
-wip-

Miscellaneous Info / Trivia:

She is a Sandwing princess, currently the sole heir to the throne.

[that all seems to be good, is there anything you'd like to say before we start??

and thanks, on the incredible thing--]

since you don't seem to have anything to say i'll-

Stormriser awoke near-silently. His mind was awfully quiet, thanks to it being so early, not to mention that he preferred to sleep away from everyone else. He picked up a few distant thoughts, coming from especially intense dreams, but that wasn't what he was looking for. He sat up, glancing around his sleeping place. The valley he had chosen was awfully barren, looking as if some enraged dragon had decided to take out his flaming vengeance on the plant life. He'd managed to scrounge up some leaves to lay on, but that was about it, besides a few patches of sparse grass sprouting up from the bare dirt. He finally stood, stretching his wings, preparing for takeoff.

Crimson, unlike Stormriser, had woken up rather noisily, protesting against his younger siblings. Skywings didn't have family groups, like the Mudwings did, but that didn't stop Crimson's relatives from being a pain in the tail to him all the time. Another thing that set Crimson apart from Stormriser was the fact he had woken up extremely early, though he couldn't fathom why his siblings had chosen then, of all the times. Having nothing better to do, he was aimlessly flying, steadily getting further away from the Skywing kingdom.

Stingray hadn't slept at all. She'd spend her entire night tossing and turning, achieving nothing but spooking the fish and making a mess out of her sleeping spot. Swimming towards one of the islands, she felt unnatrual panic creeping over her. Stop it, she thought to herself. You're tired, and you're imagining things. Just try to stay calm. She crept up onto the shore, glancing around to make sure there wasn't any dangerous things nearby. Thankfully, she was all alone. At least, she hoped so. Being unable to sleep always made her uneasy.

Ella stared out at the brightening sky with a sigh, watching the desert glimmer to life. "It's so beautiful, but...I wonder what's beyond it." She closed her eyes and recalled her dream..flashes of the scenery depicted in the tapestries, blues and greens and purple birds...brown swamps, rushing rivers, tall mountains. Not a speck of sand in sight. How she longed to explore them and know a world of color outside her tan, tan, horizon, dotted with the matching scales of Sandwings and the occasional muddy green cactus.

Stormriser flew out above the ocean, gazing at the endless stretch of glittering blue. From the edge of the Rainforest Kingdom where he had set up camp, only the sea lied beyond... as far as all of dragonkind knew, anyway. He suspected that there very well could be things beyond the continent, but he was content with knowing the world as it was, without any outside lands tempting him.

Crimson began his descent. From his previous location in the Sky Kingdom (he had been visiting a relative rather than being in his hometown elsewhere, for whatever reasons), he had flown all the way down to the Kingdom of Sand. Glancing around to make sure there weren't any Sandwings patrolling around--even in a world where peace had reigned for many years, you could never be too careful--he proceeded, making his way across the newly sunlit dunes.

Stingray crept further inland, until she was sitting at the near-center of the island. She glanced at the bracelet she never was seen not wearing, eyes narrowing. She'd always been a very calm, agreeable dragon, but she couldn't help being a bit suspicious of her accessory. A close friend of hers, a Seawing princess, had given it to her. Stingray didn't much care for jewelry, but she'd accepted it nonetheless. She'd never suspected her friend of being an animus--perhaps the skill did run in the royal family, but if her friend had it, then she'd never brought it up. Or perhaps she had, when Stingray wasn't around... Why wouldn't she have told me? Stingray argued with herself. Her friends trusted her wholeheartedly! She didn't care for drama, but she wasn't a backstabber and she wouldn't've told anyone who wasn't supposed to know. Shaking her head, her mind returned to the bracelet. She hadn't started the rumor herself, but many people seemed to think that it was animus-touched. She had never had a chance to see if it was, much less a way. She wondered if she took it off, whether she'd be any different...

Ella heaved another dramatic siiiiiiiiigh. The most color she got here was from the sky..she glanced down at the sand and picked out a speck of green here and there, and even a rare red...funny, the red blob, likely a rock, looked like it was... Ella sprang up. "I-Is that a-a SKYWING?!" Peering out from her tower, she kept low, trying to blend into the sandy walls around her. "It's so RED! I mean, the scrolls said they were red but this is SO RED! I can't believe it's a REALLY REAL SKYWING OH MY GOSH!" She flapped her wings excitedly.

[sORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY I HAD TO SLEEP]

Stormriser turned back towards the continent, landing on the shore. Nothing exciting happening today, he thought. Not even a single RainWing or NightWing wandering through the forest.. I mean, I suppose it's early, yes, but...

Crimson spotted the SandWing palace (or whatever/? iunno,) in the distance. Perhaps he could go explore a bit, seeing as he had nothing better to do. Turning towards it, he began to walk, once again.

As soon as Stingray touched the bracelet, she winced. Why am I taking it off, even? she asked herself, spontaneously thinking about why she should keep the bracelet on. She shook her head once again, glaring at the bracelet. This must be part of the enchantment.

Ella squeaked excitedly. "He's coming this way, he's coming this way!" She leapt out of her window and hugged the tower as she dove, hitting the ground below gracefully and silently. She folded her wings and watched the red speck get closer and closer.

[just gonna, leave Stingray and Stormriser to be idle for a few moments, since they're irrelevant and just kinda chilling]

Crimson, after a while of walking, finally arrived at the castle. He had no intention of going in, but, for whatever reason, he felt drawn to it. Like some sort of strange force was pulling him there. He stood, looking it over for a while, not having noticed Ella yet.

Ella twitched her tail, slightly nervous as the Skywing stood just feet from her. Summoning her courage, she took a deep breath and stepped forward. "U-uh, hello!"

Crimson flinched as her voice took him by surprise. That SandWing--I didn't even notice her! Imagine if she was openly hostile, and thought you were an intruder... Come on, Crimson, you need to try harder. Use your eyes for what they were meant to do. SEE! Realizing it had been about a minute since she had spoke, and he'd probably been making some odd, annoyed faces, he attempted to compose himself and adopt the cold, cruel demeanor commonly associated with SkyWings. "Greetings," he said, his voice calm, but in a way that seemed almost forced.

Ella's mouth twitched with amusement. Sorry, Skywing, but I'm a master actor, I have to be. And you are so bad at faking a cold attitude. "Uh-huh," she said, rolling her eyes. "As you can see, I'm not a normal Sandwing, and as I can see, you're not a cold heartless Skywing monster. You need to work on your acting," she laughed, folding her wings non-threateningly.

Crimson's eyes narrowed slightly. "Cold, heartless SkyWing monster? Why would you describe any Skywing like that? I mean, sure, there are probably a few who deserve it, but they're probably long-dead.." He semi-awkwardly shifted his wings after he spoke.

Ella looked at the ground. "I'm sorry if I offended you. I haven't really ever left the Deseret so my sources of information on other tribes are...limited. I guess I've just been told the same things my whole life and assumed they were true. Wow, I was just super awful...I'm so sorry."