Orangutan's Story

== Warning + Note ==
This is going under a rewrite! I'm revamping the page entirely but the plot and storyline stay the same- just... y'know... better. Under the revamp, don't take any content or written pieces unless you have total permission from me. THIS IS NOT THE REAL STORY! IT IS MADE UP! 
== Prologue ==
“Have you ever once done something, something you never thought you’d do? Something you regret… something that you’d wish you’d never done?  I have… a great thing I would regret, and I was very, very, VERY wrong… so wrong, it ruined the lives of my friends and my adopted dragonet… and my former love interest…”
Orangutan never forgot what happened, what those shadow-fed dragons did to him or his friends and family. No one else cared too much, his life meant nothing to anyone else. He could sob to himself all he wanted, but it wouldn't do anything.
He could hate against the NightWings- those miserable NightWings- but it wouldn't erase the mistakes he made. The mistakes that still scar him.
Once in a while, he would twist himself to stop missing Amethystfinder. "She betrayed me-" 
But every morning to his awake, he missed her- but at least he had his friends and dragon here, in this afterlife, where they could look down among dragons and guide them away from making brutal problems for themselves.
WIP Lmao
“Why did I let this happen? I failed miserably and now my friends, my dragonet, and me… myself, are dead.  This is my story, and it just barely started like any other… but somewhere I’m not meant to be… nor any other dragon… but this, this is my life. My end.  My freedom.”
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== Chapter 1 ==
7 months earlier...
These next chapters are sappy because I'm doing one revamp page at a time! Continue reading until further notice.
Orangutan hissed abruptly, baring his venomous fangs at the NightWings who aggressively pulled him off his rattling, long silver chains.  “This one won’t stop fussing,” one spoke lowly.
“Enough, just set it down here.” Mastermind growled. “No! Let go! My kingdom needs me!” Orangutan howled, wrestling against the talons that dung into his scales like daggers and snakes biting into his skin underneath.
His sight blurred from tears, the grey walls filling his head with images of the old orphanage.  ‘I must get back to my dragonet… I must or he’ll be sent there!’ He thought, bringing up the courage to fight the obsidian black dragons once again, his grey, once beautiful orange wings flailed out for balance against the tugging urge to lay down.
“You won’t keep me hostage here!” he roared, his long, curled tail lashing.
“Our queen needs you more. Those lazy RainWings you call a tribe will never come to save you,” one NightWing chimed brightly, hysterically falling backward from laughing.
Orangutan fought off the horrid thoughts, pushing himself to get out. “Come on! Just get another chain!” the one named Mastermind growled.  The guard’s grips loosened, the one commanded to do so grasped three tail-long chains.
With little to no grip on him at all, the majestic forest dragon swiftly whirled toward them, baring his glimmering white fangs. His deep grey scales rippled into a deep shade of red and orange, showing the vibrant pained anger he felt rising inside him.  “You won’t keep me in your terrible prison!” Orangutan let out a thunderous roar, releasing venom out onto the distracted NightWings.
Black, sizzling venom bubbled on the scales of the night dragon victims, the male RainWing watched as they cried and yelped in pain, scrambling on the floor like dragonets first learning to walk.  “No! You won’t leave!” Mastermind hissed, seizing at Orangutan with complete and utterly visible fear.
As the two tumbled to the stone floor, the two aggressively bit and wrestled each other.  “I don’t want to hurt you! It is just for science!” Mastermind pleaded.
“I could never believe you. You-you all are the same! Worthless, lazy excuses for dragons, and liars!” Orangutan spat, slicing his talons across Mastermind’s snout, knocking off his small glasses that were once perched just inches from his face.
Blood flowed down the male’s snout, silently roaring as his green yet bloodshot eyes widened from blindness.
Mastermind tumbled backward, trying to paw around for his glasses.
Orangutan bared his fangs, turning to the other captured RainWings, specifically two among the crowd. He paced up to them. “Don’t worry, now that they’re dealt with, I can set you free.” Orangutan spoke gently.
The elderly one wheezed. “Don’t, Orangutan, get more help…” he huffed. “No. I can’t leave you, Bright, and everyone else here.”
“Tapir is right. You can’t do this by yourself,” Bright nodded, poking his snout through the deep grey bars that held him back.  “No. I refuse.” Orangutan hissed bluntly, baring his fangs at the two. “Trust us, Orangutan. Go.” Tapir whispered, gesturing his talon to Mastermind.
His silvery eyes landed on Kinkajou, far across from them, entangled in fear, chains, and pain.
“The others will come, get them. If not for us…” Bright slowly glanced at Kinkajou, Bright’s gaze revealing deep worry and pain. “For her,”
The male forest dragon pulled his sight to the wall and away from the dragonet, thinking for a simple, pretty little minute to make up his mind.  “Fine. But do not fear. I will come back.” He growled. “We’ll try not to worry-“ Bright paused. “-Or die!” Tapir added.
Kinkajou perked to the elder’s words, flinching unnoticeably, at least to Bright and Tapir.  Orangutan swallowed hard on the lump in his throat, clearing his mind of the negative thoughts.
“Stay put.” He hissed, pacing off.
“Oh, and where will we go?!!” Tapir bellowed, shaking his head quickly and fiercely. “Somewhere, soon,” Bright reassured him.
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== Chapter 2 ==
Orangutan snuck through the long, swerving tunnels of the volcano, avoiding the lava that dripped heavily from the ceiling above.  ‘Where is that tunnel? It’s here somewhere…’ he thought, glancing down a two-way entrance that split from the main tunnelway. 
As he once did in the rainforest during hide and seek, he built up the urge not to yelp out “anyone down there?”, despite the hard time.  He bit his lower lip, his scales rippling the colors of dark green.
For distraction, he pulled himself one way, tranced by the dark walls that seemed to briefly light towards the bottom from pools of bubbling, extremely hot lava.
He stopped mid corner, his ears flicking towards the sounds of approaching voices. 
“Where’s that pathetic RainWing? It couldn’t have gone far!” one voice, a deep male-sounding croak, growled.  Orangutan’s heart raced, pounding in his ears as he quickly and abruptly scrambled down the tunnel.  “I hear something!” a feminine voice roared.
He jumped around the two-way corner, panting heavily, his talons trembling on the stone floor beneath him.
“Nothing. Let us go, Fierceteeth,” a male hissed. Orangutan sighed with heavy relief, his pure, pearly white scales fading slowly, scale by scale, to a calming, soft yellow color.  He approached the sharp turn, his gaze locked on the moving shadows from the bubbling, bright lava.
He perked his snout around the corner, turning face-to-face with a young-looking NightWing. She was a bit small, but her deep scowling face looked to kill.  “Hello… goodbye…”
His scales raised into a deep green and soft emerald, his trembling talons scrambling to turn and get away.
He whipped around, smacking the dragon in the face with his long, prehensile tail, and darted down the tunnel, still trembling.  He spread out his wings for balance, his wings splotched with emerald, dark green, pale green, white, and dark blue, each color stumbling over each other, mocking his talons that stumbled heavily over one another.
He could hear the voices of shouts, but he didn’t stop, he continued running until his legs hurt and his surroundings blurred.
He kept running and running until he couldn’t hear their angry roars, the clatter of his stumbling talons, the sound of his heart beat in his ears, or the pants of the feeling like his lungs were going to give out.  Once he slowed his pace, collapsing down in the dirt and mud of Pyrrhia beneath him.
His sight cleared from the blur that covered his eyes, once his gaze was more usable, he saw his surroundings and couldn’t be more relieved than right there and then. 
Heavy, lush trees… poofy, strong bushes… bright tropical flowers… low hanging vines… loud, bustling toucans… slow, friendly sloths. “Home.” He sighed, letting his tense posture relax in the squishy, cold muck.
‘I’ll get to see my dragonet again… and I’ll free Bright, Tapir, Kinkajou, and the rest… I won’t fail them, I’ll save them… and pass this freedom down to my dragonet…’ he thought, his eyes feeling heavy. 
He pressed his head into the mud, letting most of it consume him as his scales flooded into a soothing yellow color.  Unaware of the blurry figure hanging its head low toward him, he began dozing slowly off into his thoughts… ‘I’ll see my dragonet again… because this is freedom…’
‘My freedom…’
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== Chapter 3 ==
Orangutan slowly blinked awake, abruptly flashing white and green.  His gaze was locked on the mound of NightWings sitting there, staring into his soul… their eyes seeming to glow.  “Holy sloth-dung!  Where- who- WHAT?” he yelped, scrambling around to feel the rough scratching of a thick rope wrapped around his neck, tied to a wooden post that was meant to keep him still.
“Animals! Beavers!” Orangutan roared, once realizing the night dragons were dragonets.
One slowly stepped up to him, a silver-grey color for scales, not something he usually saw in NightWings but more in RainWings. “Hai.” It cooed, having a light, angelic and feminine voice.  “Uhhh… hi…” he choked out, trying not to be rude.
His sight led away from the dragonet, rather to the wooden border that surrounded this area of rainforest.  Within the walls, it looked like a little camp of some sort.
“Where am I?” He slowly turned his head back to the dragonet, his scales flooded with shades of dark green.  “Outcast Camp!  Here, exiled NightWings can live in peace!” the dragonet grinned brightly; her teeth rather blunt… some were missing.  “Uh…” he hesitated, feeling it was his right to declare that NightWings couldn’t have peace and were monsters.
“Great… can you untie me?” Orangutan grunted.
“No, Lady Amethystfinder has to, we can’t or we’ll be in trouble!” the silver dragonet squeaked, her white wings uncontrollably shaking, rather uncomfortable to Orangutan’s view.  “Can you go fetch… what’s-her-face?” the male rainforest dragon wheezed.  “No.”
‘This is going to harder then I thought…’ he thought, hissing bluntly to himself as he turned away.  “Why not?” he responded, his long, thin tongue slipping beneath his fangs and out of his slightly departed jaw.
“She’s here already.” The dragonet huffed, tilting its small silver head, its gaze leading to behind him.
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