Overflowing With Poison

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A Hivewing And Leafwing discover each other’s existence, chaos and friendship ensues.
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|-|The Tribes of Pantala=
==HiveWings ==
===Description:===
Red, yellow, and/or orange, but always mixed with some black scales; four wings. 
===Abilities:===
Vary from dragon to dragon; examples include deadly stingers that can extend from their wrists to stab their enemies; venom in their teeth or claws; a paralyzing toxin that can immobilize their prey; or boiling acid sprayed from a stinger on their tails, and in some cases, the ability to emit a disgusting smell. Those who have been stabbed with a stinger from a dragon who has eaten the Breath of Evil, as mentioned in books 12 and 13, can be mind-controlled by that dragon, like Queen Wasp controls most Hivewings.
===Queen:===
Queen Wasp
==SilkWings==
===Description:===
SilkWings dragonets are born wingless, but go through a metamorphosis at age six, when they develop four huge wings and silk-spinning abilities; as beautiful and gentle as butterflies, with scales in any color under the sun, except black.
===Abilities:===
Can spin silk from glands on their wrists to create webs or other woven articles; they can detect vibrations with their antennae to assess threats. Some SilkWings develop a rare ability; flame silk, which is silk on fire instead of normal gray, silver silk.
===Queens:===
Queen Wasp (the last SilkWing queen, before the Tree Wars, about fifty years ago, was Queen Monarch)
==LeafWings==
===Description:===
Thought to have been wiped out during the Tree Wars with the HiveWings but actually aren’t. This tribe has green and brown scales and wings shaped like leaves.
===Abilities:===
They can absorb energy from sunlight and are accomplished gardeners; some are rumored to have unusual control over plants.
===Queen:===
The last known queen of the LeafWings was Queen Sequoia, about fifty years ago, at the time of the Tree Wars. It was later confirmed that Queen Sequoia is still alive, and has a great-granddaughter, Queen Hazel.
|-| Prologue=
==Prologue==
<It was those exact words that kept Lady Vespa awake at night, the words that shook her mind and worried her to her core. The words that were passed from future to now, by a messenger from far across the sea. This made her chest tighten as she lay to rest.
A war will begin, 
One Hive will win, no doubt
But the aftermath will not be without.
A meeting of two, a flower, an ant.
By motion of course the war shall be 
But thou whom can’t,
They shall’t see. 
Once this word is told there is no undone
A killer shall strive for revenge, for fun. 
Only speak, keep kingdom closer
Or all fall and die from the claws of a jokester... 
Vespa shivered, blinking. Surely they would prevail, the prophecy said so. There was no doubt in her mind, of course. She rolled in her bed and tried to drift into sleep, tossing and turning every few moments, in an attempt to get comfy, though her best efforts were futile.
	Sharp knocking hit her door like an axe on wood. She stretched, her striped gold scales catching the bit of remaining candle light. Vespa got up, lifted the candle holder and lit her way to the door. She opened it with a soft yawn and looked down the HiveWing Guard before her, “What is so important you interrupt my beauty sleep?” She asked, her tone condescending.
	“It’s just that your son, Bullet is no longer in his quarters, m’lady.” Said the guard, his expression dull, much like his monologue voice.
	Vespa flipped out. Her stinger tail lashed about in annoyance. “Move,” she hissed, raw, motherly rage seeping through her and dripping from her words like thick red blood. Her black striped scales gleamed in the moonlight as she stormed off through the hive, looking for her son, Bullet. 
	Her emerald gaze flickered about, as she climbed the silk woven steps up unto the higher levels of the hive. Once she reached the very top, she paused to look out over the silver painted scene. Trees for miles in every direction, each coated in fine white light, like fresh melted iron. 
	Vespa turned her gaze across the way, finding a small dragonet, maybe five, certainly no older, resting on the edge, relaxing with a scroll in his talons. His scales were a dark ebony, with a curved axe head shaped ridge on his head, and pale golden lines highlighting every scale. His dark face had silvery gold streaks near his eyes, and matching colored scales separating his light yellow underbelly from his ebony main-scales. 
	Those same silvery gold scales covered his knees, and his top of his forearm. They cascaded neatly down his legs and arms, his face highlighted with them under his axe like crests, that were a bit of a darker shade. That same shade shimmered down his back, matching the sparse spikes down his spine.
	His wings rested on his back, segmented neatly and beautifully, separating the four shades of gold that painted them. None of the same shade ever touched on his wings, making it a beautiful abstract design. 
	Vespa tapped her talons impatiently, watching the dragonet for a moment. “Bullet!” She called, catching the male’s attention, for his head swung to face her. “It’s almost Moon high! Why aren’t you in your nest!?” She demanded an answer.
	“Sorry ma!” The little one squeaked, “My candle went out while I was reading so I came out here to read in the moonlight!” Answered Bullet, fluttering his wings slightly. He rolled up his scroll and got onto his feet, already walking over to his mother, so he could return to his nest and sleep. 
|-|Part 1: Ordeal=
=Chapter 1=
 is being worked on rn
|-| Part 2: First Blood=
|-| Part 3: Doubt=
|-| Part 4: History Rewrote=
Category:Fanfictions (Incomplete)
Category:Fanfictions (Semi-Canon)
Category:Genre (Romance)
Category:Genre (Prophecy)
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Category:Genre (Mystery)