So this story is a bit short, and I'm skimming some things, but I think you all should get the general idea. Just a cute thing is all. Nothing too crazy...yet. Also, most of this is pre-written, so sorry if something you wanted to see doesn't happen. Also, as normal, sorry if I happen to use any of your OC names, but either I didn't know they existed, or I thought of this before I saw yours. BTW, this one is shorter. Back to the writing!
Blacklight began to look forward to visiting the cave three from the right. He learned more about Neon and the world outside of the volcano everyday, and it was a drastic improvement to his learning, rather than just flying through smoke. They had really interesting conversations, and began to understand each other. There wasn't much he could offer Neon except for company, but she didn't seem to mind. When he wasn't there, Blacklight was constantly looking for sneaky pathways and other means of escaping the cruel fortress that was his home, in hopes of evacuating at least some of the RainWings. Fortunately, he had no one that actually cared about him (Aside from Neon, hopefully?), so no one bothered him or paid attention to what he was doing. On this day in particular, there was supposed to be a large meeting in the central chamber, and it was extremely risky trying to sneak away. Creeping in the shadows, the row of caverns finally came into Blacklight's view. Even the guards had left their positions for the discussion. Slipping in, he edged toward the back. Something was different about Neon today. Her scales still lit up with vibrant yellows (which were neon, ironically) in that cute way whenever she saw him, with slight pink tipping her ears, but it seemed less enthused, as though something had happened. He took off the jaw clamp, as was customary, and she shook out her head to loosen the muscles, frills fanning out.
"Hey, Blacklight. What's going on?"
"Uh, out there?" He glanced at the entrance, trying to remember the bits of conversation he had overheard. His ears wiggled from the thought. Darn things. A pit suddenly formed in his stomach, hearing the words from Greatness to the masses yesterday.
"The NightWings...they're planning an attack on the rainforest." Neon's scale pattern dimmed, hints of blue and light green surging up. What does that mean again? Sad?
"Are...are you going?" He swallowed, knowing this exact question would come up.
"Neon, I-I'm not sure if I have a choice. It's expected. As it is already...I'm not like any NightWing, in regards to that I have no idea what's going on. But...they are my tribe." This was clearly the wrong thing to say, and she frowned.
"Well aren't they going to slaughter mine?" The question stung fiercely, and he felt as if his heart had been stabbed. He couldn't lie to her that it felt like a responsibility to help with the attack, but it was still so wrong…
"We-we need a new home. You can tell that. It's awful here." Why am I arguing? Stop it! She sighed, growing slightly frustrated.
"Killing and seizing land is no way to go about that." His ears buzzed wildly as he tried to think of what to say. This was going south fast.
"I—you—maybe the RainWings, maybe they wouldn't mind? I doubt it, considering how lazy they are." The very instant he said anything, Blacklight felt the worst possible wave of regret and pain crash over him like a breaker on the coast. Okay, why by Darkstalker's name, would you say that?! You stupid son of... Silence ruled for a moment, and the lava outside suddenly seemed like a very comfortable place to dive into.
"...I thought you were different than them."
He recoiled, feeling actual physical pain as Neon looked down, sorrowful. I thought I was too. Tears welled in his eyes, and all of his happiness was gone. He had done the one thing he had never wanted to do. I hurt her. Several days of bonding, tarnished with one conversation.
"Neon, wait, I—"
"Don't talk to me!!" She had never before raised her voice, and it scarred him deeply. Not as much, however, as would her bared teeth. Black venom connected expertly with the horn on the left side of his head, and the most fierce, corrosive pain ever conceived plagued his nerves. Screaming with no means for decency or calm, he ran. He didn't know where, but it didn't matter, considering he was about to die. The tremors of severe pain sent him crashing to the hard rock. No one was around to care for the convulsing NightWing by the lava.
Suddenly, the hideous sizzling of degenerating bone stopped, and Blacklight looked up. So now I'm dead? Gingerly, he tapped his head where his horn was. Or, where it should have been. The glowing purple growth was eradicated down to the very base, where it would never grow back. He flexed himself a bit to make sure everything else was working, and his scar stung. Pain? Which means… I LIVED?! Sure enough, the gurgling lava was still there, as were...the caves. He blinked around, realizing only by the grace of the stars had he been allowed to survive such an attack. The only sign would be the missing horn. ...My fault. With a last glance back at the dismal arrayed prisons, he shed a single tear, and turned and left.