Always wanted to do somethin' like this.

Bleh, it's like...3 in the morning, I'm super duper tired (and sick) but I've finally exalted dragons! For the first time! ...Even though I've been on the game how long? I dunno. Welp. I felt like writing something. It's crap, but hey I doubt anyone's reading this, and I enjoyed writing it. XD

Unto the Night

It was a damp night in early April. Tenebris and Illuma were standing silently at the mouth of the den, eyes cast off into the deep night, the surrounding air filled with a grim and restless tension. The apprehension and raw excitement of the flight drawing nearer by the second lingered heavily between them. What was to happen? Would they survive? Would they loose each other in battle and die for the PlagueMother? Illuma stretched her wings, there was no way to say.

With a shake of her head, she put the thought aside; the quiet comfort of her sister was all she needed.

Suddenly the sound of soft claw-clinks echoed from the cave, and out emerged Nightbird and Midnight Waves, the leaders of their den, with Leerian fallowing cheerfully behind - the same playful glee glimmering in the young Spiral's eyes as ever.

Nightbird wasted no time, greeting the two of them promptly with a sharp nod. "I assume you have said your goodbyes?" She asked quickly, clearly expecting a pointed answer; as always.

"Indeed." Illuma and Tenebris answered together, inclining their heads.

The lead Mirror nodded. "Good." Gesturing for Leerian to stand with them, she added almost gently, "We are most proud of you."

Illuma nearly danced at the praise, all of the work and effort poured into their harsh training threatening to erupt from her belly a fit of fiery giggles; but she kept her excitement to herself, and merely smiled appreciatively.

Midnight Waves then spoke, his deep, friendly voice, so rarely heard to anyone not his mate, a pleasantry in their ears. "A great honour rests upon you three, you are the first to leave the den in service of the PlagueMother. Take heart, you will not be the last, and shall bring glory to us all in the destruction of our enemies."

Tenebris, so often silent and passive to those around her, bowed her head in a seemingly beholden gratitude. "Our deeply thanks, leaders. We will bring the clan pride."

Illuma could only grin, "Thank you."

A pause fluttered through the air as they absorbed the moment, their last glance of their once home sinking into their souls. But all moments fade, and with a sweep towards the open sky, Nightbird ordered, "Onwards! Serve our most wretched mother in all the death you bring in her name."

Wings readying, they turned away from their childhood home to face the uncertainty of war. And as they crouched, Leerian looked back to the both of them over her shoulder, a look of joy beaming in her eyes. "Ready?" She asked in pure exuberance.

"Ready." They replied.

Thus, they launched themselves into the clearing skies, and on towards the battlefield.

Aha, ohh my babies - I'll hold you forever in my heart.

Have a good night!