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It all started with a -- 'CRASH.. THUNK' the dragon hurling itself into her mothers body, screaming.. all she heard was her mother's screams and the simple thud, she was out playing in the creek by the rivers cave. That's all she was doing, and yet. Fate decided she had other plans for the red one. She hated so desperately that all she knew was a crash. What else was there? What else could be there? Did she even want to know.
The red one, hauled herself out of the water, her eyes flickering to the sudden crash. A piercing scream echoed from another's body, one she had came from and one she had been raised with. Her mother, her eyes widened, her body taking action before her mind could process the actions. She yelled, screaming from help. As she barged into the cave, seeing a tall drake. The drake had vibrant green scales, so different from her own body.
She screamed more desperately, the sound bounced off the caves wall. Her soul and mind could not process the sound but her body did. It was painful, her throat felt like it was tearing up. Her eyes watered desperately, the warm tears against the red scales was almost menacingly as she screamed so harshly. Her words blending into primal sounds, into screams of horror. Before the green drake's eyes narrowed more irritatedly , the older male's tail flickering harshly against the cave. Hitting the tail hard, and leaving small cracks -- popping sounds as the rocks crushed under the massive drakes power.
The drake snickered, taunting her in a language the red one could not understand. The drakes darkened expression previously shifted into a more menacing one, grinning like a Cheshire cat. The red one stared at the drake, screaming at him even more. The green one watched with sadistic pleasure.
Her eyes found the body pummeled underneath the drake, the sounds coming to a halt abruptly. She swallowed hard, painfully. Her mind was running quicker then anyone could process, the scales glimmering shades of a dark bright red ruby that almost burned her own skin. She hadn't learned how to use her powers yet, after all. She was no younger then a few winters. Her mother, the one who was supposed to teach her the ways of fire..
Her fire was gone, taken. By the drake who seemed amused rather then horrified by his own actions. How could he not fear this, what even was this? The red one stood in place, her eyes widening almost comically as she took in the sight, Her fire was gone. Replaced by blood everywhere, covering her mothers body. Cementing the battered-to-a-pulp body to a halt. She screamed even louder, her mind losing control as she rapidly shook, her eyes darting to the mothers body everywhere. Her mother- wh- what- where-
She stared up at the drake, and the drake snarled, his teeth opening like a mawing jaw and showing off his sharp teeth. Older, larger, fiercely. her eyes swelled up with tears even more, taking any advice on how to handle this, her mind still horrified - her body, not quite processing what was happening. Making her chaotic, unstable. Mentally and physically.
So, doing what she remembered what to do. Her mothers soft fatigue-plagued words echoed her mind. "Fight back, show them fire." Fight.. Back. show.. them.. fire.. how do you show them fire, her eyes darting while the drake grew more unimpressed, the drake having the audacity to stick his tongue out. Her eyes darted directly meeting the green one's eyes. His eyes were sharper, narrow and plagued with a dark ill look.
But.. It was strong. She could be strong, That's what fire was. Right? That's the Only thing fire was. Fight back, show them fire. she whispered under her breath, 'Fight back, show them fire.' her voice spoke in her own tongue. One known only by the flame, still a bit broken from the novelty of the language she has, still. The drake cocked up an eyebrow, looking now more then ever disdainful. He spoke back in the common tongue, one The Red One has only heard few times.
"Do not speak in such language. It is ill and forbidden." The red one blinked, trying to understand the language. her eyes stuck back on her mothers body as she tried to think of advice for help, she had no one to tell her what to do but fragments of a previous dream she had once dreamt of less then a day ago. So, she gritted her jaw. And opened her jaws, in a weak attempt to snarl. She hissed harshly, her wings instinctively coming up behind her. Show casing the red wings, that held.. Fire. She hoped.
This nightmare, wouldn't last long. Dreams stayed happily buried deeply but nightmares would scorch you. Like a permanent marking or perhaps like a fateful reminder of all you've endured maybe even enforced upon others. The red one had known this for a long while by now, it had be years since this nightmare had happened. She never knew her mothers voice anymore, or the common tongue. The only language she knew were pieces to a song her mother had yet to fully teach her.
Her supposedly-new-pack, which she thought looked odd. A mix of different dragonic species, a few drakes. Only drakes of the cold which she had yet to understand their tongue, a blend of dragons. Which were much larger then the red one, their wings not as stream lined or sharp. But a thick and soft material that was known for flying the skies and wielding magic. She had no idea what drove them to be so empathic. Or so courageous, they got nothing in exchange for it.
They spoke the common tongue, the drakes spoke their own. A language known only for greedy bastards, she had learned by now. That whatever you spoke was how you were presented as. She stood alone as the only Wyvern. A rare type, of merely.. Painted red wings. She spoke a song no one knew, or would know. The elders or leader of this so-called 'pack' was known as 'Papa' or 'dad' - 'father'. But she knew it was bullshit.
That was a fucking wyrm. A serpent looking being, who could indeed fly due- miraculously. But not beautifully. That Wyrm did not deserve the title of father, they did not even have a father. How can you be called a father if you have none? (The Red One had never had a father of any sorts, and this Wyrm was most certainly not her father) Or even look like you're so called children. The Wyrm didn't even have a mate, merely claiming she was out for a walk with any mentions. Saying vague lines such as: "You'll see her if you go on a walk at night." In the same old withering tone, but with a warm smile. That didn't mean shit. She's not the sky, that's merely not it. She always seethed whenever 'Father' said such.
She had to escape this rotten cave.
As of right now for this matter, she was stuck in another long lesson. In the damned cave that kept her trapped, she hated it here. She often followed the drakes around, the two drakes in this pack were two twins. both unnamed, while she stood unnamed because she refused to be tamed by a name that could only be said by her mother. Her mothers voice was the only one that deserved to be saying these words, she was the only one. But she was gone, lost to fire and a drake. She hated drakes, she hated their stupidity. How stupid could you be to live up to a reality of being known as a mere land animal. How could you be so de-evolved you didn't have wings in general or even worked.
She cursed them all out, if one of them could commit such crimes to his mother. Then the whole lot of them could do so to, all damned souls. she thought to herself, despite her soft heart and well mannered hopes to survive, she was just as rotten. Maybe with rage instead, though.
She was sick. That's what the drake twins called her. But they were so stupid- to not even be named. She had a name, but it mustn't be said. so, she would let others call her what they wanted. They'd never be her mother. She was sure of this. She was hundred percent sure, no one could rip this out of her grasp. Not the damned drake who had condemned her of horrid wings, not those condemned claws that had torn her wings, or the drake who had taken her mom. That fucker could never take that out of her grasp, she would die like this. She was so condemned to this will, it might as well as been the only goal for her to keep moving.
( P.s, I hope you enjoyed this! If you want more written please ask I can do requests or if you're interested in the other children who live in the pack - Pov's (like I am) say so! <(￣︶￣)> )