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★ ★ ★ ★ EmberWing Hybrid Base(s)

★ Ember/Leaf Hybrid

★Ember/Silk Hybrid

★ ★ ★ ★ Short story Commissions/Gifts By Daychorus

★ Simp for my gremlin dictator or die ★ Cool kids wear Popped up Collars ★ Because according to the encyclopedia of ibeuubfjnerwn

★ I smell beef ( A new rp)

★ ★ Plagued hopes, Gift for greenzhboy (300 word minimum) (599 words) (3288 characters)

''Laughter was the slaughter of hope for Plague. It's the name he earned, the older dragonet's would laugh... If only they knew how right they were.'' Plague awoke, his head hurt, it burned like toxin. He took a moment to clear his thoughts before looking at the papers in front of him ,If only the formula would come to me, he thought miserly, he glanced back at the shackle on his leg and cursed. "Who knew science could make you end up in jail" He grunted to himself. Allowing his gaze to follow the curved, whitewashed wall of his cylindrical prison, before casting his gaze up to the small, open sky light above the center of the cell. He remembered what the guards had said to him "You'll need your sun time Rain' wing", one had sneered while the other said "The queen is forgiving, just figure out what she wants". The second guard had lied; the queen had ordered him to figure out the most impossible formulas, ordering anew after he finally solved one, then the next, and the next. He shook his head, the light in the room dimming. He took a few steps forward, standing under the sky' light, looking up. Rain dripped onto his scales, reminding him of his position. He was about to turn away, before he wrinkled his nose, a intoxicating aroma wafting from around him. Bile rose in Plague's throat, it smelled of death to him, a dire message, he turned away from the smell, only to see a plume of dark, ugly green behind him- some kind of poison. He thought again, but as the rain stopped and the cloud of toxin settled, black blotches started to appear on the preened, white floor. He watched in horror as the black splotches crept onto the wall... as if waiting for something. After a few moments a guard entered the room "Why does it smell like a horror show in here?" He snapped, growling, before noticing the black spots that had clawed their way onto his leg. The guard opened their mouth in a mute scream, convulsing, like a cripple he stumbled out of the room, the black indulging his face and back. Plague stayed rooted to the floor, his breathing heavy, the noxious smell still lingered in the air. After another moment he heard screaming, and an alarm went off. Only to be followed by yells, shouts, and a mass of wing beats taking off. Plague forced his body to obey, and he stepped out into the hallway, through the open, white door. He let out a choked sob, staring at the blackened bodies of guards that lined the halls, most were alive, breathing heavily, and many, it seemed. Were locked into cells by their own Regiment. Plagues head burned and he doubled over, white spots shown in his vision, if any of the guards were yelling out to him. He didn't hear. He had to move. He forced himself to move. To survive. He stepped over the black bodies I did this, He thought, They were right about me, his thoughts trialed off into nothingness as he stared at the stairs, climbing up them, he took a deep breath, reaching the final landing. Pushing open another set of whitewashed doors, light flooded his vision. The true impact of what he had unleashed was before him, Bodies everywhere, screaming dragons, clutching their heads, bashed down doors, trees knocked down. ''This is what I am... A plague, he sobbed again, staring at his talons, I have to stop it- I have to...''

Plagued Hopes Part 2: Discovery by greenzhboy

Plague had escaped. It was pouring, Plague could barely fly. He had tried landing, but the grass had turned brown, and then a charred black. The trees nearby had black clumps of the toxin covering them, eating through their life force. Plague avoided as many living things as he could, remembering the effect it had on other dragons. The toxin lingered, but Plague still had to avoid the ground, as the green, noxious gas would affect any dragons who came near where he was. The bile smell, the gas ripping through the air, snuffing out any forms of life. But Plague saw a cave. Safety, he thought. He could remember the sneering, SMUG faces of the other dragonets, teasing him. Plague couldn’t change colors to his emotions, and he disliked fruit. He was different, bullied. He had a fluency in chemistry, and he spent a lot of time in the rain instead of the sun. When the sun was out, he was normally making mixtures. But none of them could have caused this toxin, it was completely unknown. Plague was also the only dragonet who left the rainforest. ''I’ve seen things they haven’t. I shouldn’t listen to them.'' But Plague wasn’t normal. He was emotional, easily upset, easily angered, easily scared. He couldn’t show his emotions, but he had them. Other dragonets didn’t seem to think that, though. ''I shouldn’t be thinking about this. I need to solve this mystery about the toxin.'' It was easier than Plague thought to figure out what caused the toxin. It stopped as soon as Plague was out of the rain, it was also much less traumatizing to have the toxins there when other dragons weren’t nearby. The poison appears to be caused by a chemical reaction from my scale to the rain, though it doesn’t make sense. Plague was definitely NOT going to any civilization until he figured this out. “I’m… alone. Truly, alone. Nobody’s coming to help me. I need to do this… myself.” You aren’t ACTUALLY alone. Plague had heard something. He whirled around. “Who’s there!?” ''I’m in your head. Hi, I’m Cure. You?'' Plague was trembling. “I- I’m Plague,” “W- who are you? WHAT are you?” Well, you see, I’m dead.

★ ★ Strange Encounters, Gift for AvatheEmberWing (300 word min) ( 490 words) (2816 characters)

Abnormal flicked her tail, flexing her claws as she stared with vigorous intent at the scrolls, her deep, purple eyes scanning the page, eventually, she sighed curling the scroll up, peering outside a large, circular hole in the wall that could barely be called a window, the surrounding wall so cramped with books and scrolls that they hard stared to obscure the hole, daylight shinning onto their covers. She let her gaze drift to the large birch forest near her village, it was on one of the outer islands, so the image was blurred, she had heard whispers of a brewing war, over that territory, but more interestingly, a new tribe; Ember' wings. She wondered what they really looked like perhaps they have antlers, like the rumors say. She thought to herself, before, ''but what tribe has antlers? It would be so strange we haven't seen any before...'' After releasing another sigh, she noticed a aqua green sea wing, laughing at an unfortunate Night' Wing, the red spread across their face so clearly and vibrantly that Abnormal couldn't help but grin. Croak, she thought to herself. He typically visited the village to pick up scrolls from Abnormal, at this point she knew him well enough to know he would flirt with all the tribes just for a good, hearty laugh. She rolled her eyes, whatever he was here for, it had to be something interesting. Which, for Abnormal, was saying a lot; considering her position on scrolls. He pushed her way through the leaves covering the doorway. Padding towards Croak, who had turned his attention away from the flustered Night' Wing and was now looking towards the Birch forest, Twisting something in his talons. Abnormal picked up her pace, tapping the Sea' Wing on the back in greeting. Croak nodded before saying "Come to catch the action Sweetheart?" Abnormal blew out a breath of warm air, "I thought at the least you might have information on the Ember' Wings" The green Sea' Wing raised a brow "Always a curious soul, Ja?" He paused "But yet, they are real, I thought it could lead to some.. business opportunities" Abnormal frowned, she disliked his talk about "business" he was always secretive and it was one of the many details of his life, that she could not seem to pry from him. To Abnormal he was a story that needed to be finished, or one the public had no business knowing about. "Well can I join you on this venture, I'm interested in the forest" She cocked her head towards the distant Pangalo trees. Croak paused again, "I suppose you could, Ja?" He broke into a grin "Even little Sweethearts need an adventure sometimes~" He nudged Abnormal before getting up. "Lets get going then, Ja?" Croak stated before flying into the air, leaving Abnormal looking like that Flustered Night' Wing, before she shook off her nerves and followed Croak onto a new adventure.

★ ★ Shopping for Gems, Gift for Kxlqn (100 word min) (295 words) (1670 characters)

Vespal padded through the hive, the buzz of Hive' wings in the background. Many Silk' Wings carrying baskets full of goods, he himself kept a small satchel around his neck, money jingling inside. He passed a Honeydew shop, a bright marigold banister at the front, wherever it lead, Vespal wasn't interested. He thought to himself If I can just find that store, His line of thought was broken as he shuffled past a few Hive' Wings, who were murmuring something In hushed voices, the largest of the group let out a bellowing laugh, the others chuckled with him. His brown antennae twitched, the group's laughter soon faded off as he approached a large jewelry store, cramped between too other buildings. Finally, he thought to himself, pushing through the door and entering the shop, he gazed around at the spectacle, bedewed necklaces lining the walls, diamonds and rubies imbedded into white gowns. A pair of pearl earrings caught his attention; they were big ivory loops with a large Peral seeming to hang from midair in the middle, he knew it was held their by many thin strands of silk but it was still rather impressive, he gently cradled the earrings in his palm; walking up to the store owner. Their were a Lavender hued silk wing with small freckles lining their cheeks and legs. The shop keeper smiled at him, before nodding to the earrings "that will be 3 scales please" Vespal smiled back, taking the scales out of his satchel, and handing them to the shop keep. He put on the earrings, looking at a small mirror to the side of the counter. "These are prefect; thank you" He said to the shop keeper, who nodded as Vespal walked out onto the busy street side...

★ ★ Smoldering Flames, Gift for Kratt09 (100 word min) (407 words) (2321 characters)

Ebony raised a brow at Flicker, his dark scales seeming to move on their own in the dusky light. He gazed at the young, Ember' wing, the color of a vibrant orange sunset, with fringes of red tucked around his edges, her gleaming, heterochromatic eyes, one a shimmering ocean blue, the other as fiery as their tribe name. With a sigh he nodded, Flicker grinning, practically bouncing out of her scales with untethered excitement. "I'll do great! I can promise you that" Flicker hopped from one foot to the other, her lopsided smile showing. "Even with your antlers just budding you can't seem to stay put" Ebony complained, although the playful light in his eyes revealed his true emotions... For hours on end the pair would train; at times to the Night' Wings displeasure, stating things like, "Wouldn't you rather sleep in?" or "Not Again" But the dragonet yearned to learn to see the word in a new light, and so with this mindset; she excelled in many areas, mastering combat, flight, writing, reading, and more importantly, learning how to pull a good prank... As time went on, he made new friends, and now, In a loud, noisy tavern, she chatted with one. Candle was their name. The hybrid resembled an Ice' wing, but hints and pockets of orange dotted their scales. But more importantly, he had a familiar Ember' Wing accent that set him apart from other Ice' Wings. "So new tattoo's I see, Ja?" Candle exclaimed, raising a brow as he inspected their antlers. "Did you expect anything less?" Flicker said with a sly wink, which caused the pair to burst into laughter. As they were about to toast to a new day and their friendship, a hooded figure walked towards them, his breathing was gravely and heavy, his pace reminiscent of a soldiers march. You couldn't even see his face, all covered up in the dark folds of the cloak. He paused before their table, with a flourish (,and much to the displeasure of the bar owner, who watched from further away,) slammed his knife into the table. When Flicker looked up, the stranger was already striding away, the ends of the dark outfit skirting across the wooden planks as he disappeared into the drunken tavern crowds. When Candle and Flicker looked back down, they saw a paper wedged between the knife and the table, carefully, and silently, Flicker started to pick it up...

★ ★ Running from the Swarm, Gift for Xfayex (100 word min) (259 words) (1433 characters)

You approach a large hive via the silk roads that run between them, in a hurried brisk trot. Your trying not to look out of place; for yesterday you had been discovered as a flame silk by the hive' wing guards and if a blind, jade colored silk wing doesn't stick out like a sour thumb... well your not sure what could. You follow the vibrations of other dragons, finally making it to the hive, knowing that your friend, Faye, works around here, you break from the crowds and shout, "FAYE" She comes running quickly, from her pace seeming as destressed as you feel. "What happened? Malachite? Are you ok?!?" As you explain the situation a loud buzz fills your ears. You both pause to listen, Faye then exclaimed "Grab onto my tail" As you fumble around for a moment, finally getting a grip on your friends spiked tail, Faye lifts off. Immediately you know you have been spotted because the droning noises of Hive Wings have been getting increasingly loud as you speed across the open, billowing plains, trying to keep a grip on that spiked tail... Faye announces you have reached the bored of the poison jungle, and she is going to land; she spotted a cave in the foliage. The next thing you know, your panting, deep in the cave system, having just out flew and out run a whole drone of Hive Wings. Suddenly, You both stop, turning your head towards the direction of a strange sound... almost like talons tapping on a cavern floor....

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