Wings of Love

To Be Your Friend (Glory x Deathbringer)

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The Sun was shining and the dragon-killing snakes were hissing. 

The peace of the Rain/NightWing's secluded rainforest home was full of life. Splotches of black NightWings mingled with the varying rainbows of RainWings, speaking as if they were one tribe, not two, in the monthly market day at the wide Arboretum. Around the village(s), you could never find an unhappy face in the crowd. Unhappiness became a rarity when The Great War ended and with Darkstalker defeated. Productivity and peace bloomed all around the world again, dragons of different tribes laying down weapons and patching wounds, treating each other as old friends, not bitter rivals. 

Merchants varying different families waved their products around the chaotic dragon mob, waving pendants, fruits, and more from their timely stalls. It was hard to believe all the conflict that ravaged the tribes. It was hard to believe the plagues, injustice and death infecting Pyrrhia only several moon cycles ago. 

The Rain/NightWing forest was as beautiful as it's (original) colorful inhabitants, the shifting scales tied to the emotions; the village itself, the fruits of Rain/NightWing's (unwilling) labor.

But even the most majestic NightWings and even the most beautiful RainWings paled in comparison to Your Majesty, one of the five dragonets of destiny, Queen Glory. 

 Queen Glory.

The only thing that rivaled her beauty was her ferocity. The Queen Glory who allowed NightWings into the forest. The same Queen Glory that was as sarcastic as she was powerful. 

The same Queen Glory as the one screaming at Deathbringer at the RainWing pavilion.

"I don't need a BODYGUARD!" Queen Glory hurled the words at the big-headed, talented NightWing. Her normally (somewhat) controlled scales flared with colors of outrage all over her sleek wings and body. Her words seemed to ricochet off the grand curves of the structure.

"I think you do, Your Majesty," said Deathbringer calmy for the seventh time. If that insufferable NightWing was annoyed, he didn't let it show. Instead, Deathbringer (exasperatedly) continued: "There are many that want you dead for 'humiliating' them, specifically those idiot NightWings."

"I can handle myself, Deathbringer," Queen Glory snarled.

"I have no doubt about that, but I think you would be safer with an AWESOME former assassin like ME." Deathbringer proudly flexed his wings and puffed out his chest. Queen Glory rolled her eyes. 'Idiot NightWing,' she thought. His ego could eclipse all of Pyrrhia.

"Queen Glory! Queen Glory!" the high pitched voice of a teenage dragonet reached Queen Glory's alert ears. She turned towards the voice, secretly glad for a distraction from Deathbringer. 

"What?" she said darkly. 

The small NightWing dragonet flinched violently, looking down at the ground embarrassed. Then he, still embarrassed, nervously looked up into the Queen's eyes and whimpered: "M-my m-mother is sick! C-can you help?" 

Queen Glory's venomous gaze softened by a fraction. She regarded the young NightWing, noting the large black wings with red dots and the playful eyes.