Pale green scales reflected small spots of sun, dapples of light swimming around as wind tousled the forest trees. Cuckoowasp carefully avoided the nearby villages or towns of any dragons, no matter the tribe. They didn't particularly trust any dragons, none of them seemed to like Cuckoowasp very much anyways. Hoping to find some place with the bare necessities for their survival, they kept shakily walking along the uneven landscape.
"Why did this have to happen to me?" The pale green dragon thought to themselves grimly. "All I want is a peaceful place to settle" Cuckoowasp pleaded to no one in their head. The young dragon's claws were quickly becoming sore against the sharp broken pieces of rock on the forest floor. "I'll never find a place like that. Nowhere is peaceful, not anymore..." Looking around, the air around them was cold and crisp, the forest appeared to be empty. That was until a light rustling began emitting from a bush nearby, Cuckoowasp eyes the foliage suspiciously. Readying their deadly stinger, hoping it wasn't needed.
The rustling suddenly ceased. The whole forest was dead silent now, as if the whole place was holding its breath. A few birds flittered nearby, and a light breeze blew through the dense trees. Everything was still.
Then a twig snapped.
Cuckoowasp's blue horned head quickly swiveled to where the noise had emanated from.
A black patch of scales poked out of the green flora, a pair of beady blue eyes staring from between the gaps. There was a small growl from the bush.
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Hybrids of Hope or Hell
FanfictionWhen a strange HiveWing is chased from their home, they end up in Pyrrhia. They meet an eccentric NightWing and they fall into a dangerous quest that will determine the destruction, or salvation of both of the continents.
