Hello everybody! I have been thinking about this dragon tribe for a while, but I wanted to draw a picture of one before I did a guide. Also, sorry I haven't been around, life got busy

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Stonewings

Description: Mostly Rusty red, with strips of quarts, black stone, and orange. Spike-tail.

Abilities: Blend in well with canyon walls, long, venomous fangs. Club-like chisel tail, can go a long time without water.

Royalty: Queen Iroquois, Princess Navajo

Habitat: Mesas, Plateaus, hot desert-y areas with canyons.

Their names usually are do to the native people in their area, the rough jewel found there, or rocks. Instead of jewelry, they wear old feathers of birds of prey they catch.

"Queen Canyon, I challenge you for the throne of the Stonewings." Iroquois looked ready for what she was about to do.

"Please, daughter, I would hate to die or have to kill you, what about w-we have a p-peaceful transfer of-of power!" The queen gibbered, her strength lost from the previous challenger.

"No, you have killed my sister in cold blood, I will not allow you to do the same to me." Iroquois knew this was the best chance she had.

The fight with Quartz had weakened her, as the queen tried to ambush the older sister, Quartz turned and fought back, landing many strikes on the queen.

"Your choice. I hoped that I could face you and kill both my challengers." she smiled wickedly, her voice dripping with poison and hate. "I accept, Come at me daughter."

Iroquois dashed towards her mother, quick as lightning, scratching the queen's old wounds.

Canyon roared, turning to face the princess.

Iroquois quickly disabled the queen, leaving her neck exposed between her black talons.

"For Quartz and the Stonewings!!" She shouted as her long fangs dug into the queen's neck, expelling deadly poison.

Canyon was dead.

The crowd that gathered for the fight cheered, "Queen Iroquois! Queen Iroquois!"

The new queen bowed her head modestly, "Please, return to your homes, tend to your families as before."

The crowd dispersed, buzzing with gossip.

"Someone, take the queen's body and place it in the burial tomb. And someone get me a rag for my talons."

Queen Iroquois shook her talons, flicking dark blood away from her.

So, what do you think? I will make a full story if you like it.