The Crew (An OC Book)

~HORUS~

Fandom
WoF

Tribes
Sandwing with a faint dash of Mudwing

Nickname(s)
Hori

Gender
Male

Age
3

Appearance
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Personality
This Sandwing has a sharp tongue filled with an endless pool of threats and insults, he even backs it up with his newly developed tail, which he is yet to find out if the barb has full effect due to his young age. As you may have already guessed, he has quite a short temper and snaps easily and is quick to try and 'put them back in their place' as he likes to phrase it. He looks like quite a cinnamon roll, though he is a reckless risk-taker underneath, think of it as a feisty dragon wearing the suit of a harmless animal. This bold personality is thought to be a facade, though, just hide pain and suffering. He does have a big capacity to love dragons, but he rarely shows this side and only his mother, father and grandfather have seen it/noticed it, but there are more dragons he may have shown minor kindness to.

Abilities
Weak poison tail barb, possibly can breath fire though he has never tried.

Sexuality
Supposedly doesn't matter to him but heterosexual.

Relationships
Unless you know what you're doing, I think you will want to back off.

Family
Mother - Sahara - Sandwing (@/open)
Father - Nile - Sandwing 1/4 MudWing (@/open)
Grandfather - Quicksand - Sandwing x Mudwing (deceased)

Occupation & Hobbies
None, unless insulting others counts.

Backstory
Born and raised within the Kingdom of Sand, both parents looking after him with his father out on many expeditions on many occasions, most lasting longer than a week. One trip, he decided to follow his father out of pure curiosity and to get the taste of freedom that he lacked at home. The dragonet was around the age of two at the time of this event. Horus hid behind the occasional cactus and small dips in the sand to hide from Nile whenever he glanced over behind him to presumably check if anyone was following but never noticed the small dragonet. After a single strenuous night, the young SandWing had almost lost all of his energy, until a horrifying scene unfolded before him. Horus' father stood next to multiple other SandWings in a circle formation, a small gap between the off-yellow scales and tails of strangers showed a body, bloodied and ripped to shreds. Even from the distance he was at, he could see it in vivid detail. Gleaming black eyes from the dead SandWing were glazed and glassy, a red (not sure what colour SandWing blood is) pool of blood surrounding them and spreading freshly, the kill had to be recent. His attention was quickly drawn away from the body and to another more horrific sight, another SandWing was gone, the harsh crash of his body hitting the dunes along with the large puff of sand arising into the air. This was an easily recognisable body, the shape of the talons and the gaping mouth were enough to alone to recognise it.

It was the face of his one and only grandfather.

Horus tried desperately to hold in his screech of fury and sorrowful emotion but his body wouldn't let him. The unholy scream of emotional agony was let loose upon the group of adults, their faces instantly turning in mostly confusion, but alertness. "Don't run, my son." His father grinned with bloodied fangs, the most disturbing smile any dragon in the whole of Phyrria could of pulled off. The dragonet screeched again and sprinted for dear life over the dunes. His hearing buzzed with the sound of equally disturbing chuckling from the other adults, his vision blurred and literally useless to the point he might as well be blind. Adrenaline kept him running, going, never looking back. His father did not chase him, but did continue to speak. "Make this easy for yourself, my dearest child." His father's voice rung senselessly into his head. "Surrender to me now and I will make your death quick." The male tried to cry "never" but only a quiet squeak would form. Always on the run now and never looking back.