Ryns.
The soldier caste of dragonlings, a particularly vicious species of shapeshifters.
Dragonlings are dangerous.
Ryns are deadly.
Born and raised to be a bloodthirsty soldier, Anita's life has never been her own. She always knew her fa...
Though a Wyk may have several mates in her lifetime, a Fyn will only have one. He must treasure his mate and care for her.
This is Our Law.
~From the Dragonling Grimoire
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The black fyn twisted through the sky, trying to escape his own pain. He had so much to worry about: the war in the south, the aftermath of the egg murders, his own vicious rivals. Yet... a single thought haunted him, pushing everything else out.
Why did I leave?
Letting his wings stall, the fyn allowed his body to freefall for a few heartbeats before catching himself. Beating the air with his wings, he rose up again.
If I hadn't, the eggs would be okay.
A part of the fyn wanted to let himself fall and hit the ground as hard as he could. Maybe it would hurt less. His thoughts were trapped in that winter's night, with his beautiful Anita. Her scales shone in the moonlight, casting a lovely blue glow on their surroundings.
Of course, the fyn knew who his mate was. Not at first, but after a quick glance through the records, it was easy to figure out that his gorgeous wyk had been none other than Anita Rhyan.
Even after he discovered who she was, the fyn had debated returning to his mate's side and be with her permanently. But he wanted to keep Anita safe. A lot of good that did...
In his colony, everything had to be ripped from the claws of another. Violent rivals had dogged his steps. He couldn't bring her into his world just to be used as leverage against him. At least, that's what he had told himself. But... who was he kidding? He was afraid.
The fyn hadn't wanted to be a father. Raising them in a colony like Thundercrash was unsafe. He went to great lengths to avoid unfamiliar wyks and had already turned several of them down. His genetics were foreign to this colony and thus he had a choice of wyks, but he never wanted one.
Not until Anita.
Anita... what was it about her that made the fyn so distracted? Her attitude was atrocious and her pride wasn't much better. But she was keen, fearless, and persistent. He watched as she struggled against everything life had thrown at her and come out on top.
Except for this... because of me. With a heavy sigh, the fyn drifted down
Spring had finally broken over the land. It brought wildflowers that filled the air with a powerful aroma, woke hibernating animals that provided a nice change in the dragonlings' diets, and warmed air currents from the south. Dragonlings swirled through the air and enjoyed the warmth. Their scales created a kaleidoscope of stunning color.
Despite the awakening beauty all around the fyn, he couldn't appreciate it. The agony from the death of his children was far too raw to enjoy anything.
