At the age of 9, a lone girl raised in the wild sets out to find her only biological family, yet finds that isn't as easy as she thought. Especially for someone with her attitude and blood.
❝ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏɪ?❞
❝ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ?❞
❝ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ...? ᴡʜ...
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"The newborns are always so adorable!" Umbra purred as he gazed at the smaller dragons then them both. The newborns they were currently babysitting, much to his best friends dismay. She disliked spending time away from her mother, but these were casual duties for Wyrens.
"Yeah, thats true I guess." She huffed and cut pieces of raw fish for the small dragon using her nails. The cub squeaked happily and blew out fire accidentally, making her smile. The small cub was red and black, but it's scales changed when it flew. The red scales would all switch to the bottom half of it's body while the black scaled would all lay on the top half.
It was said that when dragons are born, you can tell which pack they are going to be in just by the colour of their scales, but her mama said that was just an old myth. Considering her mama is one thousand and three years old, Nova guessed it was a really old saying.
"Say, do you think this one will be in the leaders pack?"
"Worry about yourself," She answered her black scaled friends question but Umbra seemed displeased by the answer he was given. He whipped his tail at her head, hitting it harshly while demanding a better answer.
She growled at him and hit his snout, quickly making him drop to the ground in pain while clutching his face.
"I don't care what this cub is sorted into. I can only guess what I'll be in, which will be the leaders pack, of course."
"Tch!" Umbras laugh made her narrow her eyes, but it's not like he could prove her wrong. She was born to be in the leaders pack, even if you didn't get to often choose to be in a pack unless it was one of the lowers packs.
Her mama was the leader of all packs but was also chosen for the leader packs at a young age. Usually, a wyren is placed into a pack once they are thought to be mature enough, or their abilities have been discovered.
"When do we get sorted anyways?"
"I'm glad you asked that." Startled by the deep voice, they both jumped about five feet in the air before turning to look at Novas mother. Nova could feel a cold sweat run down her back, after all, she wasn't supposed to be talking about this in front of newborns or even distracting one another while on duty.
The other Macos and Wyrens snickered silently as the two froze, watching as Asterope slowly bent her head down and looked them both in the eyes-- somehow at the same time which creeped them both out.
SLAM
The next thing the best friends knew, they were both on the ground whimpering and roaring quietly in pain.
Asterope let out a loud laugh and retracted her tail, then she brought the tip of her tail under them both and curled it around them. Bringing them up to eye-level, Asterope licked both of them on their faces to ease the scratches on their faces.
