When two dragons hatch from the same egg, one is always destined to have a long and happy life. The other's survival is never guaranteed. Starchaser was never meant to survive her birth, the fact that she did was pure luck. Her life wasn't the best...
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Here ya go! Contest winner is moonwatchersister! and her character Galaxy. Art by me. Here's a prologue for his backstory, and then you'll get to meet him in Possibility! Thanks for participating!
Darkclawed crept slowly up behind the SandWing princess. Just like his brother, he would become the greatest assassin ever. At least, that was what he told himself.
Hired by Blister to kill her sisters. Not exactly glamorous, but he had to make due. After all... treasure was treasure. The coming war would be easier with only two sisters in Pyrrhia.
Blaze smiled at the shiny rings adorning her claws. She looked so peaceful, so unaware of the danger stalking her. Darkclawed would have to wait.
It was agony, because she never seemed to leave the stronghold. She chatted up guards, and occasionally had a 5-second conversation with her mother, but nothing to write home about. (although Darkclawed never wrote home anyway, since his mother was an lava-snorting dung beetle who only thought about his brother.)
He wished he was a SandWing, so this particular job would be easier. Darkclawed wished more than ever that Cobra would have agreed to kill Blaze. But the duty lay to him...
... so why wouldn't she just leave the fortress so he could slit her throat?
He twirled the knife in his talons. For some reason, Darkclawed really didn't want to do this. Why? She's just a SandWing! With... round eyes, and beautiful scales, and a laugh that lights up a room. And she is nice, although not very smart... oh no. Oh no you don't, Darkclawed. Quickstrike would be so disappointed.
There was another option: take Blaze out on a date... and poison her food. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this. He took out the vial of toxic liquid, staring at it blankly.
The poison glittered green in Darkclawed talons. He definitely couldn't do this. It didn't matter if Blister tried to kill him. He couldn't do it.
He looked up to see Blaze coming his way. He tried to hide in the shadows, but he heard her laugh, and his heart sank.
"Oh, you silly NightWing! You didn't have to hide! I'm not very scary!" She giggled, grinning, eyes shining.
"I'm not the silly one, princess." Darkclawed said, trying to seem sinister. "Oh! There's no need for that! Call me Blaze!" She said, clasping her talons together. "Who are you?" She asked, smiling kindly. She's not even going to question the random NightWing in the Kingdom of Sand? How naive.
"Darkclawed." He replied gruffly. "Oooh, that name sounds spooky. I like it!" She said, laughing. Does she ever not laugh?
"I'm delighted to meet a NightWing. I haven't met very many other dragons from other tribes. Oasis doesn't like me very much, so I don't get to see her royal meetings with important dragons, like the queens, or prisoners. Ooh, or messages with news about the war.. Sad. Why doesn't she trust me?" She asked, staring at the rings on her talons.
