Oh look! Another one-shot. Yey? Anyways you can probably guess what it's about, so let's see. I still don't own WoF, just my OCs
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Citrus was a mute. Ever since her big sister Pinapple died, from a head-on collision with a tree, Citrus hadn't spoken a word. She communicated using her scales. Sometimes she would need to write on a scroll so the Rainwings understood, but mostly, she could "talk" or at least say how she was feeling, using her scales. But every dragon has their secrets
Her scales flashing a lemon yellow, Citrus flew through the forest. She landed in a spot far away from the village. And she sang. Her scales slowly changed to her favourite colour, grapefruit pink. Her voice was so sweet, reaching the perfect notes, in a wordless song. Birds joined in creating a beautiful symphony. She sang and sang, until the sun began to set. She was about to fly back, when a voice called, "Wait! Sing more! Your voice is beautiful!" She froze, a alarmed orange blossoming on her sides. A big Nightwing stepped out of the trees, his silver and black scales gleaming in the sunset.
" Will you sing more?" He asked, and Citris blushed and turned away. The Nightwing stepped closer. "Please?" She took a breath and let out a stream of notes. The Nightwing smiled. "I'm Fearstriker, but don't be scared of my name. What's yours?" Citrus flashed her scales, turning them orange, pink, yellow and lime green. "Huh?" He said, clearly confused. "Citrus " she breathed, the first word she'd spoken in two years. "That's a pretty name. It suits you." Fear striker moved closer.
As the sun turned to moon, they talked. Citrus found the Nightwing easy to talk to, not like the Rainwings. They talked until the sky darkened and rain poured down on them. "I hate the rain" sighed Citrus, as she covered her head. But there was no need to. Fearstriker put his wings around the smaller dragon, and they snuggled in the rain. When the sun came up, they had to part.
"Fearstriker, I have to tell you something." Citrus began, " I lov-", but she was cut off by him kissing her. She stiffened, shocked, but she melted into the kiss, and her scales turned as pink as her blush. "Meet me here tomorrow?" He said, smirking. Citrus smiled and nodded. "I'll sing for you".They parted and Citrus returned to the village, Fearstriker to the volcano.
She surprised everyone by singing for them, and she talked too. The Rainwings tried to ask her why she suddenly changed, but Citrus would always smirk and say, "Honestly, I think it was love." But she would never say whom.
Every night, she would fly away and meet Fearstriker. They would sing, and sit watching the stars.
And if it was a rainy night, Fearstriker would kiss her, lift up his wing and Citrus would snuggle inside.
AFTER THE WAR
After the war, nothing changed. Except for the fact they could be together, and now they had two little dragonets. They were happy. And they still snuggled on rainy nights.
Aww! So cute and so much fluff. I was debating wether i should turn this into a full on story, but I think this turned out fine. Thanks for reading.
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