Dark Talons

= Hiii! =
Dont edit, claim, steal, copy, bla bla unless you are me, Chasm, and I doubt you are. So.
This fanfic is set almost 100 years into the future from canon, so almost all canon dragons are dead, except for really really young ones that are super old now. (Like Peacemaker)
= CONTENT WARNING! =
This page contains blood, gore, murder, violence, and assassins. Y'know. The norm.
= Some Changes =
* Hybrids, tribrids, quadbrids (or is it quadruplbrids? or bridquads? or..) are WAYYY more common. 
* The 2 continents have way more communication than before and dragons travel from one to another a lot.
* There is a current small-scale war between HiveWings, MudWings, and Skywings over the territory of the Five-Tail River.
* Without the Outclaws, the Scorpian Den is more violent and crime-ridden than before.
* RainWings arent lazy and are quite possibly the most violent tribe as of late.
* maybe more later I'll have to think 
= Prologue =
Breeze roared at the head of his battlion, diving into the fray of HiveWings and MudWings that lay before them. A SkyWing's flame barely missed his tail, and he spun to catch the dragon in the wing before it could escape. After finishing that, Breeze whispered the name of one of his good friends who had died in a battle yesterday. It was a tradition of his, a sort of small vengance that made him feel a small bit better.
Pain shot through his shoulder as a beefy MudWing grabbed him and threw him through the sky. Breeze roared again, battering the mud dragon with his four wings, stunning him. Flame shot from the MudWing's mouth, spraying everywhere as the dragon tried in vain to escape Breeze's death wishes.
Claws gripped his back suddenly and hauled him away from the MudWing. Breeze spun, expecting it to be another enemy, but found his commander instead. "Fall back. We're losing." He said grimly. Breeze roared to get the attention of his fellow soldiers, before fleeing with the commander. 
He had just reached the edge of the clouds that they were going to use as cover when acidic pain bloomed on his tail. While he spun toward the ground, his claws hooked the HiveWing with the stingers and snapped his neck before crashing on the peaty ground. A soldier from his unit grabbed his limp body and carried it to the clouds above.
***
Breeze was dying. 
The medics knew that he was unsavable, and so did he himself. I must act, before I'm gone.
He suddenly gripped the talon of the doctor. "Listen t-to me." Breeze snarled weakly. She gasped softly at the sudden feeling of claws deathgripping her wrist, then nodded.
"I need y-you to tell m-my sister not to want reven-...." Breeze cut off as cold claws gripped his throat and he couldn't breathe.
All his breath gone, his head hit the floor for the last time.
= Chapter 1 =
I inspected the note, my boss's order. Violet, SeaWing, Female, 23 years... I folded it and stuck it in my pouch hanging from my wing. Grimancing at the humidity in the air near the swamp, I took off into the crisper air to head toward the sea.
I took a deep breath, sea air filling my lungs and sunlight lifting my wings. Now for the mission.
It was a good day to kill a dragon. 
The note said she was an official in the SeaWing court, who was trying to stir hatred toward any kind of black market or dark operation in the Sea Kingdom. Of course, we (My boss) wouldn't have that. 
I soared onward to the small island that held the Dark Talons Sea Kindom base. My talons hit the soft sand quietly, and before I went in, I made sure I wasn't followed. Hm. No wingbeats, no invisible talonprints on the sand. Good to go.
As I walked through the increasingly tangled undergrowth, I was aware of sharp eyes in the trees, scouting my movements.
A sudden rush of wings and scales, then a midnight blue dragon stood in front of me, scales uncloaking. 
"How was the coral reef?" Star asked cheerfully.
"It went fine, but it was just me on the tour." I responded in the same tone.
This is code, by the way, JUST in case there was anyone spying. Star is asking me how my last mission went, aka the coral reef. I told him it went good, with no witnesses.
Star stepped aside and let me pass, until I found my way to the base. The base of the Dark Talons, a group designed and run by a Night-Hive hybrid named, you guessed it, Darktalon. His mission is to have more or less peace by killing off the troublemakers. (Or dragons who get in his way.)
I soon saw that I had unconciously made my way to my favorite room, the Weaponry/Armory. My two knives needed sharpening anyways. 
I stood gazing at the seemingly endless rows of knives, spears, harpoons, bottles of poison, daggers, swords, chestplates, and helmets. I selected a new poison to put in my proscetic tail barb, since I had lost my barb in a particuarly gruesome assassination. Besides, this one works better anyway, now that I can choose what poison to put in it. Then I just dropped my two replacement knives that I had been borrowing from the stocks while my personal ones were being professionally sharpened. I walked over to the table and there they were, one short, wickedly curved, and thicker, while the other was longer, thinner, and gleaming in the candlelight. Along with them was a note saying,
Now you owe me 4 emeralds, and a gold nugget. Keep this next one clean, alright?
Yours truely,
Alpine
I sigh. This Violet had better have something in her pockets, or I'll just get newer knives that don't dull as easy. 
Also, Alpine is a SkyWing, tasked with the dirty job of keeping weapons clean and sharp. It's a bit gorey, but he apparently loves it.
Also, he thinks I love him and he loves me. Figures.
***
The sea is a glistening sapphire landscape as I fly to the remote island where Violet apparently vacations. Dumb idea.
As I soar down to the white beach, I spot the tip of a tail slipping into the small hut on the edge of the trees. I walk in quietly, and see her making some sort of tea. I silently palm a disk and let it glide trough the air.
Thwip! Thunk.
The SeaWing's head thuds hard on the floor and I tense, wondering if she's here alone. I wait a beat, then another, and nobody comes rushing in and screaming, like that one time where I lost my barb and had to fight to the death. That was a bad day.
I creep over to the still form and nudge it around, finally spotting what I'm looking for. A small bag, slung around Violet's neck. I peek inside. Holy three-tailed scorpions! There are riches in this bag, and after a quick count, here's how many: 8 emeralds, a ruby, 5 gold nuggets, and a ring with three opals embedded in the brass. I hold the ring up to the sunlight. This will fetch a pretty penny in the markets. 
As I swept out of the house, riches in tow, I took one last glance around before winging back to DT to report.
= Chapter 2 =
I sigh. New missions come within the LITERAL HOUR, and now I'm off to take care of a cruel political leader in the Scorpion Den, where many of my assassinations take place nowadays.
I inspect the note closer, getting a thorough read-through.
Pebble
Sky-Sand, crime leader, wanted in the kingdoms of Night, Sky, and Leaf for stealing objects of value.
Hm. Talk about a very detailed description.
= Gallery =
Put some fanart!
Just a note: I cant comment so you can ask in the comments if you can put it in and I'll respond on your user page's message wall.
=== Also ===
It would be WONDERFUL if someone wanted to make me a fancover, because I suck at drawing anything other than a side-view, and I think that wouldn't make a just DASHING cover. All ye artists out there, I am staring at YOUU
(Snickers)
No fanart :'< 
= Yes, you can have OCs in this!! =
Please comment and I'll respond on your user page if they got in! They can be any tribe, and you can say if you want them to be in a certain place or job.
=== Other User's OCs Used: ===
none so far. :'<
= Trivia =
* This idea came to me when my friends and I were having a short-story WoF contest (I dominated them ofc)
* Only Surf, Pebbles, Hornet, and Nightshade will have character pages (Might change later)
* More flying in soon... 
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