wings of fire and warrior cats!!

e d g y c h a l l e n g e

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you heard me

@TimeTrxveller challanged, and i accepted.

inkblot

female, bisexual

born in rainwing village

4 years before the birth of the prophecy dragonets

seawing/rainwing

appearance: dark blue scales with bright orange, yellow, and pink splots.

made her a while ago

ok ok my art style changed alot

anyways

edgy

yeah

edgy stuff: when she was hatched, she posseted a variant of the usual rainwing venom. so, the nightwings stole her from the rainwing village, and tried to experiment on her. the venom mutation allowed her to burn through very thick materials with ease and caused it to spread through her blood and come out of her scales. this made her untouchable, and severely deprived from phisical affection. most of the time, she was locked in a cavern deep in the volcanic nightwing fortress, where she spend all of her time giving her venom to nighwing scientists, eating the few scraps of food she was given, and wondering why she was even alive. inkblot hated herself, her scales, venom, and cursed lungs. lungs, the only thing keeping her alive and yet the one cause of her misery and suffocation. after the venom had been coursing through her veins for too long - 5 years - her scales began to deteriorate and fall away, leaving patches of flesh on her body, almost like burns, or inkblots. this is when she got her name. of course, she didn't know it. she couldn't speak, her lungs were too damage. she could barely breathe, but she couldn't die. inkblot always thought this was her curse.

the nightwings used her venom to formulate a poison, which was deadly to animals but harmless to the dragons. mastermind set up an experiment to drink the poison, and kill an animal with one's teeth. the expiriment was successful, and a tonic which gave the consumer a poisonous bit was made. (this is my def for why the nighwing's bite was toxic in book 4, where animals would slowly die after being bit) 

inkblot spent another few years in painful isolation, before meeting a nightwing guard who had a shift in her prison. they spent time together, and he began to try and teach her basic speech and identification. 

"hello."

"he-he-l-l-o"

"good!"

"g-good!!"

the nightwing tried to teach inkblot, but her lungs were almost destroyed in the mix of venom and suffocating ash, and she couldn't speak. one day, as inblot was waiting for her favorite gaurd, she heard loud explosions coming from everywhere at once. crying out for help, she had no response. where is he?

a deafening crack exploded from the halls, and the heat rose dramatically.

the volcano was going to explode.

what inkblot didn't know was that almost all the nightwings were far, far away from the fortress by now.

what inkblot didn't know was that the captive rainwings were free once again, too.

what inkblot didn't know was freedom. the feeling of the sky, the sun, air. such simple things most dragons don't notice.

what inkblot didn't know was that the one guard had come back. for her. as he raced in and hauled the brightly colored dragon up to her feet, she wrapped her delicate wings around him. they shared a moment, before his stature changed back to that of seriousness. "we have to go, now." he said. although he tried to drag her toward the entrance, inkblot stood her ground. whirling around in panic, the guard frantically shouted at her, trying desperately to get her to move. but, for once in her life, inkblot stood her ground. 

she straightened up.

she stared directly into his eyes, emerald pools determined and filled with grit.

she spread her wings, and felt the heat surge up around them.

then, she spoke. she spoke the words she wanted to say her entire life, the words she knew she would die with. this time, her lungs let her speak with clarity and emotion.

"i'm ready."

confusion lined his face, but soon smoothed over to understanding. their tails entwined, and the magma surged up around them, closing off the exits. smoldering heat crushed the pair, and in their dying moments, the guard whispered to inkblot.

"death. my name is death. i understand you. you want to fly, so spread your wings and come with me."

HOLY HECK THAT WAS DEEP

sheesh not so angsty but still egdy as frickkkkkkkkkkkkk