#mirrorwings

Here’s a rough comparison chart of my fan tribes! HueWings are smol beans.

Outcast checked her mental list of requests. On the northeast point of the island, she and Gaboon sat in waiting.

Joining them was Delta, and a SeaWing Animus named Bluering. Bluering was a bit older than the rest, maybe ten, and a little immature, but Outcast wished for all the help she could get with these new dragons.

Gaboon had the prophecy scroll ready to show the diplomats, and was rehearsing his interpretation in his head. Delta was an onlooker, able to step in and hold Outcast back if she lost her temper (if there was a future with war involved, she wanted to make it the least possible one). And Bluering... had hidden his thoughts from Outcast. She eagerly awaited the day she would get a vision that explained his behavior.

As the sun set, Outcast saw the shapes of several dragons flying in a formation toward them. “Back up.” She said. “They came prepared.”

The group did so, Gaboon watching carefully. They were close to a forest, and Outcast’s firescales were unfortunately still very hot. Bluering had offered to take them away, but Outcast refused (and later, when he secretly gave her a necklace that did take them away, she immediately destroyed it and promised to burn him if he tried again).

The strange dragons landed. The most were a colorful group of short, stout dragons with black spots, in the ranges of red, yellow, blue, and white. The two black and white dragons were obviously in charge, though the tallest only came up to Outcast’s chin. She wore a simple ring with a diamond on it, a necklace with a small glass tree charm, and was covered in pale green stripes. They were all rehearsing plans in their mind, aside from their leader, who was composing her welcoming statement. The other black and white dragon was rehearsing a plan if things went south: red dragons were to build some kind of temporary shelter, the blue were to jump in and heal, and the yellow were taking stock of the plants nearby to start attacking.

The other three dragons were tall, pale white or gray, and seemed to shimmer like mirages as they studied Outcast Their minds felt like looking into a bowl of diamond under the sun in the Sand Kingdom on Pyrrhia: very, very shiny. The largest of them looked up at the sky, then flicked her wings at her guards. All at once something about them shifted, and they looked... lighter. Bigger. They seemed to be glowing, really.

“We come in peace.” Outcast held up a talon. Some of the group were sizing her up. “I warn you now, I was born with too much fire.”

“Firescales.” The leader of the glowing dragons said. “If we touch you, we’ll be burned, correct?”

Outcast nodded. “You’ve seen dragons like me before.”

“Not quite in build,” said the black and white dragons’ leader, “but some Ringalan dragons can be born with too much fire, as you are.” She paused, then bowed. “I am Queen Oak, of the HueWings.”

So the nearest continent was called Ringala. Outcast tucked away that piece of information for later.

“Queen Iris, of the MirrorWings.” The glowing dragon said.

Outcast bowed. “Outcast. I’m acting as Queen here. These here are my trusted companions, Gaboon and Delta.”

Bluering cleared his throat.

“And Bluering, my animus.” Outcast added.

Queen Oak tilted her head. ‘Animus’ seemed to be a new term to her, and the gathered dragons. “You lot, leave.” She waved off her escorts. Iris’s escorts retreated, as well. “May we ask what business you have on this island?”

Gaboon stepped forward, holding the prophecy scroll. “This, your majesties. Outcast here prophesied that this island was our refuge from the dragons of our own continent.”

The two queens took the scroll, studying it. “You’ve made translation notes here.” Queen Iris said. “Who is this… Darkstalker?”

A shudder went through Outcast’s gathered dragons. “He was a hybrid dragon born under all three moons- in his home tribe, this gives dragons powers beyond belief. He recently became mad with this power and tried to ascend to the throne.”

“He wasn’t successful.” Iris said, reading the notes. “It never would have worked, anyway. A dragon king, what a ridiculous idea!”

“He forced his own father to disembowel himself, nearly assassinated the reigning queen, and then… vanished.” Gaboon said. “The dragons on our home continent now see thrice-moon-born dragons, and hybrids, as dangerous lunatics.”

“You’ve noted that here…” Queen Oak said, pointing at the margin of the page. “And this sends you here because-“

“I’m a thrice-moon-born hybrid.” Outcast said. “The NightWings wanted me destroyed, and accused me of having an army.”

Both queens took an odd half-step back, shock rolling through their minds. “You… do you have-“ Queen Iris started.

“Not all of his powers, no.” Outcast said. “I inherited two things from my parents that he never did; firescales, and morals.”

Gaboon chortled into his talons, trying to disguise it as a cough. Bluering leaned forward, coming around her side. “Yes, quite correct!” He exclaimed. “Darkstalker’s powers didn’t drive him to the brink of insanity- no, it was his lack of morals! If you let us live here, peacefully, we can assure you that we’ll all live like Outcast and-“

“That is enough, Bluering.” Outcast said. “Though, I do suppose there is a note of truth, there. In any case, we just want to peacefully exist here- perhaps learn of the tribes on your continent, and some food and building materials to set up a proper society.”

“A peaceful society.” Gaboon said. “Where dragons don’t have to watch their step so tightly, in case all available eyes see their failures as a failing of everyone like them.”

Bluering sighed dreamily. “We want to make our own rules!” Outcast tried to ignore how he was staring at her when he said that.

Outcast nodded. “We would, of course, be functioning as a new tribe. Gaboon’s been outlining our system since we got here. Of course, we’re working on a name, and I suppose I will be filling the role of the tribe Queen, after all.” 

Gaboon grinned from his side- after all the times she’d yelled at her dragons for referring to her as such, she was royalty now. “She FINALLY accepted the title last night.” 

Queen Oak nodded. “We’ll spread word to all corners of Ringala. And perhaps, when the TempWings are done warring over their next queen, you can come meet the others.”

Both Queen Oak and Queen Iris wilted under the weight of this sentence. The war was a brutal one- the tribe was genetically split and were battling it out over their next queen. Whoever won, the other half the tribe would likely be ignored. It was a terrible system… unless…

“No.” Outcast said. “Take me to the TempWings. Gaboon and Delta can follow.”

Iris seemed confused, and slightly suspicious. “Why?”

Outcast flared her wings out. “To stop the war, of course! Listen, we just came from a war-torn continent. Arguably, the situation is different, but this one has a very simple solution.”

Bluering leaned forward. “Ooh, are we gonna enchant someone?”

Outcast turned and glared at him. “Absolutely not. You’re going to stay here.”

Bluering made a pouting face.

“If I find out you followed us, I’ll burn your tail off.” She added. “Now, to the TempWings?”

“If you’re so sure about this, Outcast.” Gaboon said.

“I am sure.” Outcast said.

“Queen Iris?” 

The MirrorWing Queen glanced up from her throne. A guard, Maroon, stood at attention there, his scales shifting between invisible and light blue. “You have a messenger.”

Iris shifted her scales to refract the light around her, becoming much brighter and impressive-looking. “Send them in.”

Maroon nodded, backing away and hurrying back down the hall.

Iris was not kept waiting long. The messenger was a young, barely-pink white HueWing, accompanied by a small, nervous-looking blue HueWing. They bowed immediately. “Queen Iris.” The royal HueWing said. “We are Cherry Blossom and Weatherglass,” she motioned a wing to the blue dragon, “sent with an urgent message from Queen Oak, if her majesty isn’t too busy to hear-“

“Up, you two.” Iris said. “What is the big deal?”

“Torn Wing Island has had dragons like nothing we’ve seen before flying around it for a few days.” Cherry Blossom said. “We’d go out there and deal with it ourselves, but if they’re dangerous, we don’t want to start a whole war with unknown dragons-“

“Especially if they have special abilities we don’t know about.” Weatherglass said. “For all we know, they could all have firescales, or be able to spit venom, or control minds, or… have death vision!”

“And you came to the MirrorWings because…?” Iris asked.

“The TempWings are too absorbed in their own war.” Weatherglass said. “It’s kind of impossible to get an audience with the CaveWings, and the StrikeWings are too far out of our way- besides, dry heat is abhorrent.”

“The worst.” Cherry Blossom said.

Iris looked between them. “I see. Why has Oak sent me two dragonets with this news?”

“I’m supposed to be learning queenly stuff.” Cherry Blossom said. “This is my first diplomatic mission.”

Iris hopped down from her throne, shifting her scales from refracting to diffusion, making her appear less impressive. “And does Oak have a suggestion for how to handle this, Cherry- may I call you just Cherry?” She asked, stopping in front of the small royal.

Cherry looked surprised. “Uh, yeah, I guess that’s fine.” A hint of blush crossed her cheeks. “Oak wants to send a battalion out there. Five reds, three blues, two yellows, and Commander Lily- oh, Oak will go too, of course! But we do want some backup- you know, in case everything goes all wriggly.”

“I’ll sent my finest soldiers.” Iris promised. “I may come too- after all, the more the merrier, correct?”

Weatherglass nodded. “Having two queens is good. More power against several unknown dragons.”

“We’ll meet at the southmost tip of the Torn Wing Delta.” Iris said. “Two days’ time. Is that alright?”

Cherry nodded. “I think so! Thank you, Queen Iris.”

Queen Iris nodded. “It is no problem. Tell Oak I said hi.”

Weatherglass nodded. “Alright, we will, your majesty.” He bowed once more, and they left.

(dragon references under the cut!)

I might have started watching Teen Wolf last night, and watched the first seven all in one go…

and will probably watch more today because of course it really helped me try and write at the same time /sarcasm….

yeah, halfway down the rabbit hole already

So why aren’t we RPing?

Probably because I am also shy when it comes to RPing. sdfkjhdskjfhsd

Mal was my only RP partner for years after a certain ex-best friend flew away... and Mirrorwings and I's just died out a couple years ago, EVEN THOUGH WE HAD IT GOING FOR A COUPLE YEARS. :C WHY DID IT DIE OUT, KATIE???

The same tragic thing keeps happening with momentsofmeekness and I. WHY DOES IT KEEP HAPPENING, NIKOLE???

I just started RPing with Rhu. c: And it has been so nice even though I am super parinoid that I suck. Says the girl with an English - Writing degree, yes.

But yeah, obviously I get paranoid that I'll suck or it will die out or something.

At any rate, we could totally RP if you promise to swoon over everything I write, ever.

Hey! thank you! I love these.

hey lets play how hot is that celebrity

Hugh Jackman

I love him as a person (and because AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE)

but I don’t really find him attractive.

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Bradley Cooper

Answered see previous :)

Jim Parsons

very much nope. and it’s definitely not just because I dislike bbt, It’s just that he’s

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Morgan Freeman

SCREAMING. I LOVE. SO MUCH. SUCH PERFECT. VERY VOICE.

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Leonardo DiCaprio

I absolutely adore him. I can only explain my affection by saying that today I cried when he won the golden globe. THERE WERE LOTS TEARS MAN.

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Robert Downey Jr.

I also love him. He’s done so well. he’s iron man. he’s hilarious.

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Orlando Bloom

He’s another guy that’s been in my life for so long, that it’s like this long standing crush. Like, I was really young when Lotr came out and I was head over heels for him as Legolas, and then WILL TURNER and generally, yeah. 

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Pierce Brosnan

Um I actually don’t know this guy. Apparently he’s a Bond man. so going purely aesthetics : 

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Antonio Banderas

I’ve had a crush on his accent since as long as I can remember.

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Denzel Washington

I’ve actually not seen many of his movies, BUT : He was in ‘Much Ado about nothing’ which is one of my favourite movies of all time.

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That was awesome! 

Such a cutie!!

Thank you!