i promise they dont bite
as they dont need to. with all their Stares combined they can knock a full grown drake 6 feet through the side of a mountain. ignore the confetti that's an unrelated side effect.
(plus a bonus)
(you all know how i love my bonuses)
Not currently accepting more in-character asks (ooc asks still fine though).
Pineapple
by @trippinbawls
PINEAPPLE:
“Ehehe... That was really embarrassing, actually.
It was a while after I had fallen out of my hammock and landed on my wing awkwardly. I couldn’t fly for some time after and got really bored. I also remember Liana teasing me about my lopsided wing and how I was going to forget how to fly, which was less boring but also not very nice.
The wing soon healed up all nice again, but I guess what Liana said stuck with me, because heights were suddenly all scary to me. So I thought, hey, maybe I should ask one of the tree gliders to give me a little refresher, just in case? That’s how I got talking with Jambu.
Jambu was very gentle and patient with me, and he really knows his stuff when it comes to tree gliding. He is also very pretty and I remember soaring into a branch once or twice because I kept getting distracted when I looked at him. Oops, hehe.
I don’t know how it happened exactly, maybe I couldn’t ride the wind current well enough with my weakened wing muscles and took an odd turn, but I somehow got myself tangled up in a large creeping vine in the royal garden. This was a problem because you can’t cut down plants in there without a good reason or the gardeners will get real scary mad at you.
I suggested that Jambu should wake a gardener or get a healer to help out, but I guess he wanted to impress me and tried to untie me from the vine himself. Long story short, he also got tangled up in it and we were stuck together.
So with nothing else to do we just kind of... talked for the entire time. About ourselves, about what kind of fruit we like, and about how Liana can be a real tail face sometimes. I accidentally admitted that I thought his pink color was really pretty, and that made him even more pink and prettier. It was a really sweet time, even though it took them two days to find and free us.”
Arctic
by @americanman18
PRINCE ARCTIC:
“You think Animus magic has restrictions?”
Arctic barks a brusk, mirthless laugh.
“Animus is a savage beast that stalks you wherever you go. It leaves no trail, has no face for you to recognize it by, and no form you can make bleed. It never tires. It just hunts, day after day, year after year, preying on your good intentions and desires until it slays you with your own claws.
No, there are no 'restrictions'. The malice of magic is bottomless and infinitely vast. What you call a ‘restriction’ is likely merely a whim of one Animus user in history who placed it there. Maybe they were trying to tame the beast, or it was a foolhardy prank. But magic never stays still. Another short-sighted malcontent will find some way to unchain it again, and then it will devour the world and every creature within it.
This is why magic should have never left the talons of Icewings. We instinctively understand the danger this power poses when allowed to run rampant unchecked. The other tribes are too young and immature to know that danger. They treat it like a toy, or worse yet, a crown.
There will come a day when those who think they command Animus magic are made to surrender the privilege of that delusion, once their folly unravels everything. I pray I won’t be alive to see that day.”
Flawseer (that's me)
by @captain-crowfish
FLAWSEER:
“So, uh. It says ‘Fatespeaker’, but are you asking me that?”
FATESPEAKER:
“Huh. I don’t remember this. I must have asked this question during an out-of-body experience!”
FLAWSEER:
“Does that happen to you often?”
FATESPEAKER:
“Oh yes! It happens all the time, usually after I eat a lot of chili. This one time I had a vision where I was a Skywing archivist trapped in my office, and the walls were made of honey. I tried to eat it all to save my documents, but more just kept coming!! I got such an earful from my boss later when all my notes ended up stuck together. Ugh!”
FLAWSEER:
“Okay? Hope they didn’t cut your salary for that.
Anyway, to answer ‘your’ question, I don’t really ‘see flaws’, same as Starflight isn’t a ball of hot gas soaring through the air.”
TSUNAMI (from outside the room):
“That’s debatable~!”
FLAWSEER:
“I don’t have any Nightwing seeing powers, as far as I’m aware. There were no moons for me since my Sandwing blood made me hatch during the day. I didn’t even get the tail venom as a consolation prize. All I’ve got is the old Nightwing sniffer. That’s it.
I have the name ‘Flawseer’ because my mother, Faultless, thought it would be appropriate. I didn’t know her for long and she kept many secrets from me, but I knew she had been exiled from the Nightwing tribe and that it was a source of great shame for her. So whenever I looked at her, she called me her ‘flaw-seer’, implying she was a blemish and no longer worthy of her own name.
It’s really a rather depressing name, all things considered. But seeing how Nightwings usually name their dragonets, I suppose I drew a better lot than being called ‘Bloodspurt’, or ‘Grayface’, or ‘Bigbutt’, or something as such.”
