OC Oneshots

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OC Name: Indigo
Fandom: Wings of Fire
Species: RainWing, dragon

TW death

"Stop that-"

"No!" I dug my tiny claws into her scales as she tried to shake me off, completely aware and approving of the grievance I caused her.

"Get off of me, or so help me I will THROW A PAPAYA AT YOU."

I scrambled off of the older RainWing, giggling hysterically. The papaya threat was not an uncommon one. But I knew that Mango was too soft to go through with it. I still did what she said, though, just to humor her.

"Thank you," Mango said primly, sitting up straight. Her tail draped elegantly off of the tree platform. I looked at my own. It was dorky and clumsy compared to hers.

I did my best to copy her graceful motions as we leaped off the platform and into a hammock. I failed miserably, as usual.

"Can't you go disrupt someone else's suntime?" Mango sighed.

"NO," I yelled, attempting to mirror her pose from earlier. Instead, I toppled over and plopped into the hammock next to her. I giggled.

She chuckled as well. "Dragonets are ridiculous," she said, mostly to herself.

"You're a dragonet toooooo," I protested.

"Well, yes, but-"

"HA!" I bounced back onto the platform and pranced around it in my elation at being right.

"I meant," Mango said slowly, smiling, "that little dragonets, like you, are ridiculous."

"And older dragons are boring," I whined. "All you guys do is sleep."

Mango gave me a strange look. "Sleeping is the best."

"Well, YEAH, but you do it ALL THE TIME and I NEVER get to play with ANYONE."

"You can play with the other dragonets."

"Yeah but they can't take a joke. They just cry."

"A lot of dragons don't like pranks and jokes, Indigo," Mango warned.

I frowned. Why in the world would anyone be that grumpy?

"Come here, I want to show you something," Mango said, opening her wing. I excitedly hopped into the space it left and looked down through the hammock. The lower levels of the village were visible. I closed one eye and pressed the other to the hammock, peering through. " HI, PINEAPPLE!" I yelled. Pineapple, who was dozing on a platform quite far below me, woke with a start and looked around. I burst out laughing.

Mango grinned at me. The smile was slightly grudging, as if she knew she should scold me, but what I had done was actually funny. "Indigo-"

I giggled again and snuggled into her side. She draped a wing over me. Her scales were orange and green like gems and warm from sunlight.

"I'm going to show you something," Mango repeated. Her scales rippled with happy yellow to match mine.

She plucked a leaf from the tree we were in and opened her mouth, unhinging her jaw like one of the snakes that the hatchery keepers had told me to stay away from until I was big enough to withstand their venom. A small black liquid  came out of her fangs and landed on the leaf. The leaf started dissolving.

I gaped up at Mango in wonder. "How did you do that?" I asked reverently.

She explained how a RainWing jaw worked. I copied her movements like any good student and absorbed the information like soil taking in rainwater.

I opened my mouth to try, but Mango clamped my snout closed with one of her talons. "Not yet," she said. "First you need to promise me something."

I nodded.

She released my jaw. "You must never use this on another dragon. Ever. It could hurt them very badly. Promise me."

I gulped. I had never been good at keeping promises.

"Promise," she repeated, pleading it, demanding it.

"Okay," I said. She held out her talon for a pinky swear. I obliged.

"But what if I really need it?" I blurted.

"You shouldn't," Mango said. "But if other dragons come to attack us, which I don't know why they would, but if they do, I suppose it would be okay in self-defense."

I nodded like I imagined IceWing soldiers to nod - short and clear, like a note on the lute that Mango played.

Mango laughed. "Okay, now you can try."

I tried several times. The first few didn't go very well.

Finally, I managed to get a tiny drop of my very own acid venom out of my left fang and onto the leaf.

Mango gasped.

"What?" I demanded, instantly scared. "Did I do it wrong? Did I get any on you?"

"No," Mango said. Her expression was one of wonder and slight confusion. "No, quite the opposite."

A grin split her slender face. "We're related. With how fast your venom stopped my venom, probably siblings!"

I was incredibly confused.

One: this concept of "relatives" was very new to me.

Two: how the heck did the venom show that?"

Naturally, I asked Mango.

"If your venom stops my venom, which it does, it means we're related," Mango explained excitedly. "We're sisters."

I jumped to my feet and lost my balance again. I still didn't really know what that word meant, but her happiness was contagious. My scales were already dandelion, but they brightened even more now.

There were long waves of yellow among Mango's orange now. It fit quite well, actually. The colors looked good on her. Then again, Mango could pull off anything.

I snuggled a little closer to her. I had scooted away a little in our shared excitement. She accepted tiny awkward dragonet hugs.

There was a silence where I was trying to think of a way to annoy someone.

A question popped into my head. "Mango?"

But the older dragon - my sister, my relative, was asleep.

---

Several years later...

The memory was fleeting now, distant, as if it had never actually happened.

There were tears rolling down my face and dripping from my snout as I gripped a pale talon in both of my front ones. Slash marks - definitely from dragon claws - had disfigured her once-lovely face. My sloth, Cooper, crept onto my shoulder, but he wasn't really any comfort.

Mango was dead. My sister, and the only dragon I had ever truly loved, was dead.