Oh! I forgot, My answer to the question last chapter was Blister… I thought she would become leader.
Blister- /
Burn-
Blaze- /
That day was one never to be forgotten. The day the Rainwings fell into the talons of a "great leader". The rainforest, is no longer filled with beautiful fruit, the sounds of animals having a good time, and dragons talking cheerfully. These days, all that can be heard is one certain dragon barking commands at the Rainwings. This is the story of how it happened, and how the other tribes fell aswell.
Tropic stretched her wings, flapping them for good measure. A new day! Cheerfully she walked over towards a significantly large pile of fresh fruit, that happened to have delicious looking Lychee on top of it. Tropic seized the fruit in her talons and stalked over towards a shady tree.
"Someone's in a bad mood." Another dragon commented. Glory. Good old Glory. The new leader of the Rainwings was a good hearted person, but she happened to have a habit of sneaking up on people. Apparently spending like four years in a cave does that to a person. Tropic sighed. She turned her head to respond, but the beautiful scales of the dragon had already blended into the trees nearby, so Tropic didn't bother. Plus, how would she defend herself? She was grumpy. But who wouldn't be if they had had a dream like that? Tropic sighed again. She knew the answer to that. Glory.
The dragon stood wing lengths from her yet all Tropic could see was its solid black shadow. She stepped so she was inches away, and realized that the dragon wasn't in shadow. Its scales were just that black. Too black. There were no stars on the dragons wings, so it couldn't be a Nightwing. But, Tropic still had suspicions. A fitting description for this dragon would be naming it Night Of No Stars.
The black dragon turned, it's piercing blue eyes fixed on her green ones. Considering the fact that she had only been taught how to change into a solid color, she was able to camouflage herself fairly well. But Tropic didn't know how to change eye color, so the dragon could still see her frightened face.
"I know you're there Rainwing." The dragon lashed its tail. So it's a girl. Tropic concluded. Her voice wasn't manly. It sounded more like a girl's best impression of a boy. "Come out from hiding coward!" The dragon slashed a talon across Tropic's shoulder, which gushed up blood almost immediately. Rainwings might be the camouflage masters, but they can't change the color of their own blood. The dragon lunged straight at her, and darkness fell upon Tropic.
Ooooh! Cliffie! I love cliffies. Now you have to read the next chapter!
What happened to Tropic?
Who is this mysterious female dragon?
Question- If you could rename Starflight, what would you name him?
I would name him Shadow.