A/N:
So, I've decided that you all need to know how hectic my life is. Because of my imagination, I have the gift of being able to come up with characters on the fly. The curse of this gift is that then I'm stuck with them. I live with *deep breath:
Sandstorm (WoF OC)
Gecko (WoF OC)
Cobra (WoF OC)
Inferno (WoF OC)
Nightreader (WoF OC)
Shadowstrike (WoF OC)
Frostbite (WoF OC)
Adder (WoF OC)
Darkspell (WoF OC)
Geirolf (Winged Wolf)
Danksticker (A NightWing like dragon with red, glowing eyes, golden metallic scales, and pure silver claws)
Quickstrike (Warriors OC)
Shadowpelt (Warriors OC)
Clearpelt (Warriors OC)
Shadowspeed (Speedster OC)
*exhales* Okay, now you know that it's pretty crowded where I live. Now, without any more delay...
Prologue
"Dark, wake up! Dark!"
Grumbling, Dark cracked open on of his eyes, glaring at the shrunken NightWing that was sitting next to his head.
"What do you want Shadowstrike?" Dark hissed, his temper flaring at the fact that he had been woken up.
"I wanted to say good morning!" The NightWing said cheerfully, a grin spreading across his face.
Dark uncurled his tail from around himself and stood up, glaring down at Shadowstrike. The miniature NightWing squeaked in alarm before flying from the room. Dark let out a satisfied snort, a small puff of smoke emerging from his nostrils. Stretching, he walked towards the door to his balcony.
Stepping through the heavy curtain that covered the exit out onto the balcony, he craned his head skyward, smiling as saw the sun lighting up the sky. Unfurling his wings, he lifted off, fly towards the lake that was in front of the three story brick mansion. As soon as he was above the lake, he folded his wings, plunging downwards into the lake. After a few minutes, he climbed out of the lake, walking over to the reinforced mirror he had installed so that he could make sure he was clean enough.
Dark was a big dragon, bigger than most. His scales were a coppery-bronzish red, reflecting light and making them appear luminescent. His eyes were a bright green, and they were lit from within with fire, the color not solid but flickering constantly like a flame. His wing membranes were pure black, along with his claws, and he took his name from the black coloration in his scales.
Satisfied that he was clean enough, Dark blew small jets of flame over his scales, causing any excess water to evaporate. Spreading his wings, he lifted off, heading back towards the house. Landing on the balcony, he walked inside, heading for a door set in the wall of his room.
Stopping in front of the door, he took a single claw and ran it around the perimeter, before placing his talon flat against the wood of the door. There was a soft, golden light, before the lock in the door clicked. Removing his talon, Dark pulled the door open, reaching inside and withdrawing his sword.
It wasn't very impressive, according to Shadowstrike, but Dark tended to ignore the NightWing. He had fastened the sword with his own talons, making small changes to the design until he was satisfied with its look and performance. He had ended up with a three foot long broadsword, with a slight curve to the blade, making it look slightly like a scythe. Putting the sword on, he adjusted it so that the hilt was above his right shoulder, easily accessible for him to draw. Closing the door, he heard the lock click.
Turning, he headed for the door into the hallway, which he had also removed like the balcony doors and replaced with a heavy curtain. Pushing through, he yelped as a streak of black lightning rushed past him.
"Shadowspeed!" Dark yelled, glaring in the direction the lightning had gone. There was no answer, and Dark sighed, heading towards the stairs.
He reached the stairs and started down them. Halfway down, he found Clearpelt stretched out on the railing. The cats transparent pelt glowing in the patch of sunlight he was laying in.
"Morning Clearpelt." Dark said, and the cat cracked open one of his eyes, a sky blue iris staring back at him.
"Shadowstrike wake you up again?" The cat meowed, but his mouth made no sound. The voice was inside Darks Head, like it always was. Clearpelt was able to talk in any stories he wrote, along with Shadowpelt, Quickstrike, and Snake, but outside of stories the cats voice was silenced, and only Dark was able to hear him.
"Yeah, he did." Dark sighed. Clearpelt stood up and stretched, before looking at Dark, a twinkle in his sky blue eyes.
"I could go teach him a lesson." The cat meowed, but Dark shook his head.
"Let it wait." He said as he continued down the steps. He reached the first floor and headed towards the kitchen. Walking in, he nodded at Geirolf, who was sitting at the kitchen, tearing into a steak.
"Please tell me that you at least cooked that." Dark said, and Geirolf glanced up.
"I had Shadowspeed cook it." The wolf said, his black wings folded against his back. "Then he ran off."
Dark sighed, pulling the refrigerator open and glanced inside. Sighing, he pulled out a hamburger, closing the refrigerator before blowing a small jet of fire over the burger. The bun charred a bit and the meat sizzled slightly, then Dark bit into it, grimacing slightly.
"Still cold on the inside?" Geirolf asked, and Dark nodded. Quickly finishing up the burger, he glanced out one of the kitchen windows at the thick pine forest behind the house.
"I'm going to go find Sandstorm." Dark said, walking out of the kitchen at the exact same time Cobra came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Morning." Dark said shortly as the SandWing stepped of the stairs. "Any idea where Sandstorm is?"
"He's probably in the basement. Him and Darkspell were going to do some kind of gaming marathon." Cobra mumbled as he stumbled towards the kitchen.
"Don't stab anyone accidentally!" Dark yelled after the SandWing, before opening the door to the basement and walking down. Stepping off the stairs, he glanced towards the TV, in front of which Sandstorm and Darkspell where sitting on the sofa.
"Hey Dark." Darkspell said without turning around. Dark growled under his breath. The NightWing was a great friend and all, but he was able to read minds, and he could see the future, so it was hard to talk to him.
"Sandstorm, you want to come find Danksticker with me?" Dark asked, and the SandWing shook his head.
"Busy." He replied shortly, and Dark snorted, turning and storming up the steps. Slamming the basement door, he headed for the back door. Stepping outside, he started towards the forest, when the door opened and closed behind him.
"Yo Dark, want someone to come with you?" A voice asked, and Dark turned around to see Shadowspeed standing on the porch, the speedsters mask pulled down to reveal his short, black hair. Flickering around him were arcs of black lightning, which almost always were there except when he wasn't in his suit.
"Sure." Dark said, and the speedster grinned, pulling his mask on. There was a flash of lightning, and Dark turned around to find Shadowspeed standing by the edge of the forest, grinning.
"No speed, and no suit." Dark said. Shadowspeed shrugged and thrust out his right hand. Black lightning started flickering around it as his suit got pulled into his ring, leaving him standing there in his usual black t-shirt and black jeans, wearing his black sneakers.
"Better?" Shadowspeed asked, and Dark nodded. Together, they headed into the forest. Eventually, the branches got to thick to just push through and Dark unsheathed his sword, hacking a path through. Behind him, he could hear Shadowspeed muttering under his breath about how he could just phase through the branches if he was allowed to use his speed.
Eventually, the two of them cave to a large clearing, which had a lake in the center and a mound of rock, the mouth of a cave visible in the rocks.
Dark sheathed his sword and crouched, placing a hand on a rock nearby. Closing his eyes, he stretched out his senses, eventually encountering something inside the cave. There was a slight rumbling sound inside his head, then he came back to himself, opening his eyes as scraping sounds came from the cave.
Eventually, the massive head of Danksticker emerged from the shadows of the cave, the massive dragons features reminding Dark of Darkspell and Shadowstrike once again, except for the fact that Danksticker's eyes glowed red and his scales were golden colored, gleaming in the sunlight. As the rest of his body emerged from the cave, Dark lowered his head in respect.
"It is nice to see you once more, Dark" Danksticker's voice echoed throughout the clearing, sending birds screeching into the sky.
"Danksticker, it is an honor as always." Dark said, keeping his voice level. The massive dragon turned his head towards Shadowspeed.
"Speedster of shadows, you can go. Use your powers if you wish." Danksticker said. Shadowspeed nodded, black lightning flickering around him as his suit emerged from his ring. Nodding at Dark, the Speedster took off, and Dark turned his attention back to Danksticker.
"I sense a question, ask away." The massive dragon said, and Dark glanced up at Danksticker.
"When will I gain control over my skills?" He asked. "I've already become a successful writer on FanFiction, so when will I be able to use my magic more reliably?"
Danksticker lowered his head until his eyes was level with Dark. "One's skill does not come from an outside source, yet comes from within." The dragon growled. "You powers will manifest as soon as you are ready. Advised be you, unshrink the NightWing Shadowstrike once they do."
Dark nodded, tentatively raising one of his talons. Danksticker allowed him to touch his scales.
"Thank you Danksticker." Dark said softly. "I'll be back in a couple of days."
"A vehicle approaches, your time will be consumed." Danksticker said as he backed up into his cave. "In a weeks time, I will expect you back."
Dark stared as Danksticker disappeared into the caves shadows, confused. After a few seconds, he became aware of a presence beside him. Whirling, he found Geirolf sitting there.
"Geirolf! You scared me half to death!" Dark yelped as he fell backwards. The winged wolf shrugged, his black wings outstretched.
"You need to get back to the house. Gecko just showed up." Geirolf said. Dark stood up, unfolding his wings.
"What did he want?" He asked as they lifted off. Geirolf was silent until they reached the house, then the wolf pointed with one paw at the road up to the house. A single black car was driving up, and Dark groaned as he saw it.
"Great." He muttered. "An unannounced visit from my family."
His family had moved out when the house had started to get to crowded. They usually called to tell him when they were coming. He groaned as he realized that this was what Danksticker had been talking about.
"Well, I guess I'd better be waiting for them." He muttered as he dove towards the driveway. Landing in front of the house, he folded his wings in, waiting for them to show up.
A/N:
So, in chapter one we're going to be meeting my family. My sister is going to be represented as a cat, my dad is going to be a black bear and my mom is going to be a puma. Later on in the story, we'll meet my girlfriend, who is going to be represented as the OC that she gave me for Jade University, Silverwings. Hopefully you'll like this story as much as my others, and you'll understand why I update the way I do.