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Trench: 11 years
Princess Nacre: 11 years
Neptune: 10 years
flashback
The ocean flowed, so calm and beautiful underwater. On land, waves erupted and smashed into the sand, slowly washing it away. A Nightwing flew down to the beach, where waves had run along moments beforehand. He dove into the ocean, salty water filtering through his gills. It stung a little bit, the salt that scratched along his sensitive gills pierced him, and learned to control it. He floundered through the water, flailing his wings and arms everywhere to push himself through the water. He looked like a drowning bird.
Not so far away, a SeaWing felt the vibrations crashing along her body. Another SeaWing beside her flashed his lights:
-Do you feel that?
she replied.
-Yeah, should we check it out? Someone might be hurt.
He nodded. They inhaled through their gills and started gracefully gliding through the ocean water to the spastic vibrations. The male SeaWing widened his eyes, then flashed his lights.
-It's a NightWing! Nacre, we should stay away, we don't know what he might be up to.
The female SeaWing swiftly glided over to him, wedging her claws under his arms and hoisting him up onto the beach.
"What are you doing!" he screamed, annoyed. The NightWing coughed up water, then made eye contact with the SeaWings, his pupils dilated and frailed up onto his claws.
"Don't hurt me, I use mercy!" he yelped.
The female SeaWing laughed.
"Don't worry, I'm not predatory or genocidal. I'm glad you're alright." Her precious and beautiful scales lit up in the rising sun. "What are you doing in the ocean? You're a volcanic Nightwiiiiiinnnngg.." She took a look at his purple gills, moist and revealed. Her pretty talons trailed across them.
"Beautiful.. so, you weren't drowning? Your SeaWing genetics would've made up for the terrible swimming you were doing."
"He's.. he's a crossbred dragon?" The male SeaWing asked, confused.
The NightWing huffed.
"I've never used my gills before, or swam, ever." He puffed up his scales. "That's why I was creating a racket, and also why my swimming is terrible, and why it was hard to breathe." He took a glance at her beautifully lined one-of-a-kind jewellery. A rainbowish shell attached to each of her two horns.
A- a SeaWing PRINCESS?
He jumped. "Your horns, and your neck,,
you're royal! Right?"
She sighed.
"Yuppie, I'm the SeaWing princess. Second born of six." She stood up on a nearby rock and shouted, quite 'royal-ly';
"Princess Nacre of all SeaWings!" Then quickly jumped down.
"I'm princess Nacre, it's been a pleasure to meet you, Sir. NightwingWithGills."
The male SeaWing in the background came forward.
"And I'm Trench, my father is the SeaWing royal artist so I'm pretty important-"
"—Seaspray?" He blurted. Trench lowered his ears concerningly.
"..Correct? What about him?"
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Torment
Short StoryA short story I wrote about my Wings Of Fire ocs, I wrote it for backstory purposes but I may as well post it. It has gore in it, and just some really dark stuff like murder, torture, etc..
