Wings of 💩: A WoF Clíche

Prologue

     Foeslayer the 22nd paced across the pointy grass. We're starting with the egg hatching because that's how most fan fictions start.
       Foeslayer was a descendant of Darkstalker and Clearsight that was never mentioned. Her tribrid mate, Coast, was SUPPOSED to be bringing their egg, but so far he was not.
A crack of a twig sounded behind her, and The Nightwing Icewing hybrid spun around. There in the clearing, that was also not mentioned earlier, stood her mate in all his Seawing, Sandwing, Rainwing glory.
Foeslayer the 22nd was specifically known for being paranoid, so she asked; "Where in the moons were you?"
"I was getting are eggs," he said calmly, and scooted one egg forward, and then another one. Foeslayer eyed it suspiciously.
"Where did that one come from?" she asked.
"My sister died last week, this is her's."
"Oh, okay," she responded. If this was real life, they would be sad, but in fanfics, usually anyone that's not important doesn't matter.
Suddenly, the one that was theirs rolled into the moonlight. There it turned silver. Coast walked over to it.
"Is that supposed to happen?" he asked.
"How should I know?"
"Cause Nightwings have freaky powers, and you're Darkstalker's great great great great great great +like a hundred more greats great granddaughter," he said.
"Well I don't have any powers," Foeslayer huffed. "And no one ever talked about hatching dragonets, only important ones, like Mary and Gary Sue." Foeslayer knew this because she had two OP friends who got married, duh.
Finally the egg hatched in an explosion of silver shards that fell like silver rain, signaling that this dragon is in fact the mane character.
The dragonet in the middle of the shards had an elegant long neck and striking green eyes. She had a Sandwing bard even though her father didn't, and it was obvious she had Rainwing fangs to. Her wings had a Nightwing constellation that glowed and changed color. A tear drop scale at each eye did the same, and though the rest of her scales didn't glow, they were just as shiny.
Foeslayer the 22nd has an idea. She breathed fire and watched her new daughter expectantly. The new dragonet copied her, except her fire was blue. Which means it's stronger, obviously.
Coast decided to also test his daughter's abilities so he spit some venom on a leaf and showed it to his daughter. First she spit normal venom, then she spit ice encased venom, even though it should not be possible because neither Icewings nor Rainwings can and hybrids are just warped versions of their mother's, but this is a fanfic so logic can go suck a lemon.
"She's perfection in every way," said her parents in unison, not creepily at all.
"I think we should give her an elegant name," Foeslayer started, "a beautiful name. A name that has been in my name for generations..."
"We should name her Perfection," Coast said.
"That wasn't really what I was hinting at, but ok," Foeslayer said.
After seeing Perfection, Foeslayer had high hopes for her nephew's looks. Unfortunately, it was Coast's adopted Mudwing sister's son.
"Ew," she said. "What's that."
"It's Squishy's son," Coast said. "My adopted Mudwing sister."
"Since when did you have one of those?"
"It's a fanfic, the author can do random stuff."
(The fourth wall face palms.)
"What should we name it?"
"I think that we should name him Foeslayer," Coast said.
"Excuse me? No. We ARE naming him Plopsy," she growled.
"Okay, jease," Coast said like a human, cause it's a fanfic, so shush.

A/N: Hullo friends! This is a mocking version of all those fanfictions that have super OP characters. This is not meant to cause harm and is entirely for fun. I try to update as much as possible, thanks for reading!