Moss carried her lumbering tail over to the side of the path,the drying mud melted by the sun was soon to be frozen by the moon. She felt the warming mud squish through her talons as she trudged through the sides of the pathwalk.
Moss has never been anywhere except the mudwing marshlands and places they set camp for war, the war was said to soon be ending by the dragonets of destiny, which was hoped dearly by most of the mudwing tribe.
Moss spotted a familiar face, talking to a dragon whom had a torn horn, dark brown eyes, a bit starved, and had a small golden earring plucked through the senstive skin that held their ear together.
Egret!
Moss almost plummeted herself towards her sister, but rethought before she bumped into the mudwings passing, she just decided to slip her way through, saying the casual,¨excuse me!¨ to everyone whom slammed into her on accident, When she finally made it to her sister and the weird dragon, They where talking about a note or something, a ¨Rumor¨ was the last word she heard before jumping into the conversation to confront her sister.
¨Egret¨
Moss said, scaring her big sister whom turned around as fast as the flight pace of a skywing, she side eyed the dragon behind her, signaling for him to leave, he got the message immediately and scurried behind a few dragons, slipping into the crowd like they where just browsing.
¨yeah Moss?¨
Egret replied, like she was hiding something, which was very obvious, Egret was a very bad liar.
¨why didn't you wake me up think morning? what happened, and who was the person you where talking to, most of all.¨
She paused.
¨What where you talking about?¨
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Moss's Story
FantasyMoss is a mud-wing OC of mine with a birth defect which basically deleted her arm shes the second born of her siblings and doesn't let her non-existent arm get in the way. ALSO READ this is one of my first stories so expec...
