"Hey! RainWing." Yelled someone behind me. They sounded male.
Shit,shit,shit,shit! That was train of thought went through my mind. I turn around to see a male SandWing two times taller and bigger than me. I made a noise that hopefully made it sound like I was clearing my throat.
"Uh...yes?" I say to him.
The dragon looks quickly behind him and then back to me. "So we don't get many RainWings in this town what brings you here?" He asks.
"I'm a traveling alchemist." I lie stepping back.
"What kind?" He asked moving closer to me.
What?! That always works for dragons that ask question to me. They will usually walk away like She's another one of those. This dragon apparently didn't think so.
"How many kinds of alchemist do you know?" I ask. This will throw him off I'm sure of it.
"Not that many." The SandWing said.
I looked around and saw vines on the side of one of the buildings. "Well then, you never met one like me." I say. "Vines trap him."
The ivy from the building grew longer and wrapped around his wrists, tail, and ankles. The male SandWing tried to break the vines but failed miserably.
"Those vines." I say. "Are magicked so you won't be getting out of them anytime soon."
"Animus." He growled. "HELP THERE'S AN ANIMUS!"
I ran to the end of the alley and then took off into the sky.
A flew for a while until I saw the egde of the city. I landed and hid myself around the edge of a wall.
Change color, Change color, Change color. I command my scales to change to a plausible hybrid. I made my scales into a black body with a cream underscales and rainbow colored wings and scales to make the picture.
That's as good as it's gonna get. I thought.
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Animus Stories (Under Editing)
FantasyAmethyst is a nine year old female, RainWing. Everything's good but there's just two minor problems. 1. She's an animus, a dragon capable of magical powers 2. She's a criminal. What if there was more to the story than that? What if there was someth...
