Poison Flowers

==Chapter One==
The sound of raindrops echoing throughout the forest was the only sound, as dusk approached. It had rained all week, dreary wet rain falling from the sky, and Nerium hated it. What was the point of rain, other than to soak everyone's scales, turn the ground into a mess of water and mud, and make suntime even more hopelessly boring than it already was? She snorted, and whisked her tail back and forth, glaring out at the downpour. Her face and neck were already soaked, and her wings had small rivulets of water streaming down them. Whatever idiot designed the leaf houses, had done a truly terrible job. They were supposed to keep the rain out, and the dragons inside dry but no, of course the leaked, and drenched everyone. Stupid rain... stupid storm. Nerium's frown deepened and thunder crashed in the distance. "Its just rain Nerium.... and your a Rainwing." Came a voice from behind her, "Why are you so....." The voice trailed off, searching for a word. "Irritated? Annoyed? Its something like that right?" There was something in the Rainwing's voice that made her seem overly upbeat about everything.
Nerium turn over her shoulder to see Toucan on the floor behind her, with bright golden scales dotted with pink, and orange. "Not that you would know," She scoffed, and the little raining grinned. "Your right! I couldn't bear to be in such a horrible mood all day long, like you," Nerium turned her head back towards the storm outside and rolled her eyes. Toucan was right, of course, Nerium was always in a foul mood, but that didn't mean everyone had to constantly whine about it...
"Hey! We should race!" Toucan suddenly exclaimed, nudging Nerium's wing. "You like flying right?," That was true, Nerium liked flying... or maybe she just disliked it less than everything else. Toucan widened her toothy smile flared her wings, spraying Nerium with water. She neatly uncurled her tail and wrapped it around her legs. Respect... one of the many things Toucan, and everyone else couldn't understand. The thought must have spread to her face because Toucan laughed and whacked her in the snout with a bright golden wing. "Don't be such a sour-face Nerium, you need to take more joy in life! I'll race you to the edge of the Jungle! Toucan finished, and the flared her wings, diving straight outside into the rain. 
Swooping between branches, and dodging vines, Nerium followed Toucan, looking for her golden shape in the downpour. Her eyes darted back and forth, a tree to dodge, a branch to swoop around, and opening to dart through. The dull ache in her wings that came from them constantly pressing against her sides faded, and she flew faster to keep up with Toucan. The rain seemed to deepen, and thunder rumbled, the occasional streak of lightning danced across the sky. Toucan's bright yellow outline was nowhere to be seen as she continued to fly, shaking rain out of her eyes and off of her wings. A large branch ahead was marred with the long scratch marks of many claws scraping the wood, year after year.
The red Rainwing shook her wings out and landed on the branch, wrapping her tail around the slippery wood. Her wings pressed damply against her body and water dripped in front of her slanted eyes. It was darker now, possibly nearing dusk, either that or the clouds were thickening, probably bringing more rain. Toucan, who had probably gotten lost, was nowhere in sight, which was odd, the dragonet always loved being first in a race. Through the storm, she could almost make out the swampy river and valley beyond, where a small line of hills showed the boundary of the Mudwing's territory. It was really getting dark now and Nerium's thoughts drifted to Toucan. She could usually find her way to the tree, even if it was raining this hard. She snorted and unwrapped her tail from around the branch. 
Nerium stood up and stretched her wings, preparing to leap of the branch, and into the air. Her wing spread and she began to glide when an orange shape hurtled through the air and slammed her back onto the branch. Her left wing bend awkwardly against the wood and she screamed in pain, falling to the ground. Before she could recover her breath and stand, the orange shape, a Skywing, was on top her her, pinning her wings to the ground, and digging their claws into her back. Nerium cried out, turning her head about and sinking her teeth into on of the dragon's wings, and slashing her claws up towards their face. The Skywing roared and reared back, giving Nerium the time to release her jaws from their wings and scramble to her feet, blood dripping from her maw and back. Another, red shape landed beside the orange one, snarling in annoyance. "Grab It!" The red dragon roared, flaring his wings and pouncing foreward. Skywings! Why are they here!? Nerium back away, and opened her mouth, letting venom fly straight towards the red dragon who hissed and dodged. The orange Skywing wasn't as quick, and watched in horror as the venom started melting away their wing. Their screams of pain only enraged the red Skywing who sprang, fire streaming out of his gaping jaws. The blast of heat hit her in the chest, burning at her underbelly and the wing she used to try and block the flames. A snarl, partially in anger, and partially in pain escaped her as three more shapes landed on the muddy forest floor, each advancing slowly towards their leader who's face twisted into a cruel smile. The orange dragon, who's injured wing layed on the group, rose to their feet and hissed loudly, their teeth bared in a silent snarl. 
"This one is trouble!" They seethed "We should kill it! Here and now... we already have four others to bring back..." Her claws clenched and Nerium arched her back and backed away further from the Skywings. The red dragon shook his head slowly, and spoke.
"No, Scarlet ordered us to bring her five more living Rainwings... this one will have to do... Bind its mouth! We don't want any more incidents..." He advanced, and the three other Skywings followed, the orange shook their head and watched with burning eyes. Nerium backed into the trunk of a tree, her burned wing and body throbbing with a pain she had just began to notice. One Skywing sprang, and landed on top of her, pressing her wing against the ground, and her face into the mud. Another produced a metal band and she hissed, weakly spraying venom into the air next to him. Cold steel was clamped around her snout as she writhed and struggled, unable to free herself from the weight of the dragon on top of her. The third, who held a club, looked at her with mildly sympathetic eyes. Her own eyes had just begun to well with tears, from pain, and defeat. The dragoness with the club raised it and slammed the into the side of her scull, and her vision flashed white, and then faded away.
==Chapter Two==
Soulshifter sat on a balcony overlooking the pit where colorful shapes; Rainwings, milled around. Skywing guards, and a few other Nightwings sat in similar balconies, most of them looking as uninterested as he was. Their tail flicked back and forth as he stifled a yawn and went back to searching the minds of the dragons in the pit. Their thoughts, most of which whined about getting a longer suntime, or more fruit, were slow and harmless, just what one would suspect from a Rainwing. It was getting later in the day, and the new arrivals still hadn't come, which was rather annoying. Starling was almost never late... Amber made sure of that. Well... it is especially rainy this week, maybe they were caught by a storm.
The sun was almost touching the horizon now, and the days heat had begun to fade away. A tinge of annoyance touched Soulshifter's mind. Another late night was not what he needed. A sigh escaped them as he flared their wings. "Moonlight!" He snapped at the dragoness next to him. "Tell Copper I'm going to look for Starling!"
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