Tacocat565
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It has been three months since the dragonets "prophecy" came to fruition. Every Tribe was trying to adapt to the new peace. For one particularly stubborn tribe (cough cough, Nightwings, cough cough), they were having a rather rough time. Though one rude little bastard adapted slightly faster (mostly due to not wanting to starve again).
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Example dialogue: (this is used in the story)
Kiwi crouched down next to Fateseaker and examined his wounds with hurried desperation. After looking at his excruciating wounds she could only give him a distraught look.
"I'm... I'm not... that good with medicine, I haven't seen something thi..." she tried to keep her voice from breaking but was struggling to do so,"..never mind... YOU are going be fine", While she appeared to be confident, her words were merely a front as her scales displayed her emotions in horrible detail.
Kiwi glanced around, "HELP! I NEED A HEALER! WE NEED HELP!!", but both Tribes were still in a "Every Dragon for themselves" state of panic, so unfortunately nobody came to their aid.
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(A story about Breaking "Fate")
WIP chapters are technically "finished", but I'll add more details, better grammar, etc. The edited chapters will have a (rewritten # times) at the beginning.