The Lightning Flight

The Lightning Flight

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So, it's no secret I'm addicted to Flight Rising. I've been playing for around 3 days (when I wrote this) and already have 14 dragons and 8 farmiliars. I'm in the Lightning Flight, and I adore every one of my dragons dearly (MagicalDiary might go away, so some drama to look forward too!) if your interested in seeing these characters appearances and their family lines, go to Flight Rising and search StormieCat under user to find them! Storm was born without loyalty. She was an outlaw among her kind. Storm and her sister Blue were born to their mother, Navie, alone in the Arcane Flight territory. Not belonging to any Clan but being loyal to The Arianism was tough. When Navie died of sickness, Storm and Blue fought for survival. Once Storm went exploring, far beyond Arcane Flight territory, and saw the Lightning Flight. The desert. Something about it called to her. She abandoned Blue and started her own Clan, but there were many struggles for her yet to face. How do you survive in the highland scrub? How does a Clan get more members? How to deal with an angry sister?
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Siblings

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

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