Death, destruction, and decay

== Excerpt 1: What could possibly go wrong? ==
Inlet was sitting on the edge of the Great Ice Cliff, looking out to the sandwing kingdom. Just beyond that, was the Nightwing kingdom, where they were waiting. Did they see what was coming? Maybe. Inlet looked down, gripping the spear until it bit back at his talons. He looked up again, thinking about the help it would bring the icewings. Such a gift he was given, at least he should give back, even if it harms another, right?
"I still think you should rethink your gift." Flake landed silently, gently, sending up a small flurry of snow, freshly fallen from the night before. Flake's pale blue, graceful, arching neck reached out, looking at the tundra. Inlet looked back at his spear. He knew Flake would think that. He knew Flake would care. That was one of the things that made Flake perfect. 
"But if I don't do this, more icewings could get hurt. Your brother is in the war, right? You don't want him to get hurt, right?" Inlet looked up at Flake again, whose beautiful blue eyes, deep as the frozen ocean, filled with sadness. Inlet looked down at the cream of the spear, contrasting so much with Flake's ocean eyes. 
Inlet looked up, raising the spear to the morning sky, and chanted, feeling his gift flowing through him, given to him by his queen, him among so many other icewings, "Enchant this spear to seek out and kill all the Nightwing seers, starting with the most powerful, eventually making it's way to the least powerful." 
The spear rose to life, pale blue magic swirling and consuming it. The spear took off with unnatural speed, rocketing itself out of his talons, and streaked away, glimmering like a light in the darkness, pale blue against the grey of the rocks. Inlet watched it fly away, then turned to look at Flake. She was watching the spear, or where it went, her eyes filled with a sorrow in deep blue. It made Inlet feel guilty, and a little sad. He didn't want Flake to be sad. 
Inlet reached out with one of his white wings and pulled Flake closer, until her head was resting on his shoulder. Inlet looked out to the horizon, watching the morning sun rise higher in the sky, bathing the land in light.
"It's going to be okay. After all, what's the worst that could happen?"
====== An image of the spear enchanted, created in Chrome Canvas. ======Category:Alternate Universes
== Excerpt 2: We must hideCategory:Animus ==
Floe had wanted everything to stay the way it was. No war, no fighting, just her and her cabin, somewhere near the cliff, she'd forgotten, to just remain there. The weather was predictable, as well as the food. Wake up, gather fish, carve ice, check for bodies, eat, sleep, done. No irregularity. No concern. Floe was happy with her life. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was a simple, peaceful life.
Of course, it all changed when Queen Snowfox ordered the tribe to run. Messages, sent out from every messenger the palace could get their talons on telling every dragon to run to the claws of he cloud mountains, for a massive, unbeatable Nightwing army was coming, lead by a power-hungry madman. Floe didn't know what to think. Why now? The nightwings couldn't get past the great wall, so why should she worry? There was literally no reason for her to run. But many dragons did. Floe's mother, her father, her siblings, even her friends gathered their things and fled. Glaze, one of Floe's few friends, had tried to convince her to run, coming to her door and offering her a case to take her stuff in.
Thinking back on it, Floe should have taken the case and taken what few possessions she had. Because now, she was alone. It was first apparent when the guards who would take any bodies Floe had collected didn't show up. She'd wandered into town, but found no one. No one had stayed behind. There were still many things left by some of the dragons, valuables that were to large or weren't worth as much. It had made her uneasy. She'd even got to check out the royal palace, her and about two other dragons who also didn't go. The ranking board, the courtyard, everything as silent as a clear night, but brighter than the sun. Eventually, Floe had gone back to her hut, and just... waited. Continued her routine. For four days, nothing else much changed. 
She sat in her bed, looking up at the boarded roof. It seemed so wrong, so unsettling, that everyone had just left. And all because of a few things the Queen said? It was impossible for anyone to get past the cliff, so why, why had they'd been all so terrified? Floe sat up and rubbed her head. She couldn't sleep, so she decided to take a walk. Of course it wasn't part of her routine, but she was fine with that. 
Floe stepped out, looking at the purple sky, as the sun sank below the horizon. Floe sighed, and took a step forward. She stopped. No. This wasn't part of the routine. Surely these nerves weren't anything to be concerned about. She'd go back, lie down and close her eyes until she fell asleep. Floe nodded to herself, then turned back to see the first boulder smash into the great ice cliff. 
== Excerpt 3: It's mine now ==
"Hey, Frog, come look at this!"
"I swear, if it's another one of those snakes, I'm going to shove it down your throat."
"No, it's really cool this time. I think it's made of metal or something shiny."
"Metal? That's new..."
"Look at it. Isn't it cool? It's got all these shiny things in it too. You've been outside the rainforest, right? Do you know what they're called?"
"I think those are jewels, Adorable."
"Awesome. I'm going to try it on."
"You go ahead and do that."
"OOOOOH! I just felt a tingle when I put it on, and it's cold, like, super-cold!"
"It's metal. It does that. Say, do you mind if I try it on?"
"What? I just put it on, and you want to take it from me?"
"I just want to try it on, you know they don't have anything like this in the rainforest. I'll give it back, I promise."
"No! It's mine and I found it. If I don't want you to have it, you can't have it."
"Aw, cmon, not even for a-"
"Oh go eat your tail, you selfish jerk."
"..."
"H-Hey, I meant that as a joke- FROG?! FROG?!?! WHAT ARE YOU-"
== Excerpt 4: Strangers ==
The rain beat his wings. It poured down on them, flooding him to the point he was convinced he could have been swimming. Even the ocean below him seemed no different then the sky. It was dark, but it couldn't have been later than noon. It would seem like he was flying nowhere, leading a pack of dragons to nowhere. But he knew where they were going. He'd seen it. 
Latervision looked behind him. Behind him, a group of no less than 20-ish dragons were following him. Most were black or other deep colors, but one stuck out, being pale white. Even with most of the seers, no one expected the icewing to follow. At first, it was because they didn't have a choice, but over the two-week period island hopping, they'd learn to trust her. She'd even been allowed to carry one of the smaller dragonets. 
Not much farther now, Later thought. The next island was close. He'd seen it. Goldseeker had been for the last, and Hereafter the island before that. And then it would be the island. Not another hopper, but the island. The continent. He hadn't had any visions about it, but others had. They'd seen such strange images. Stranger dragons. 
Later slowly glided down and landed on the island. He looked up, and moved out of the way, as the group landed down on the island. They started to wander, and immediately Charmaker stepped up to him. He saw her face, through the rain, and he knew what she was going to say. He'd been possessed, like her, spilling out the words that drove them, all of them, to run, a terrifying, ominous prophecy. Charm, like the notorious Clearsight, had a stronger sense of prophetic vision, but not nearly as strong, yet strong enough to know. To know it happened. She looked up at him, fear, as each word spilled from her mouth, like the rain, drowning out everyone else, everything, just those two words.
"It's happened."
== Excerpt 5: Somewhere Safe ==
It was safe to assume the royal animus was already dead. With the rise of some nightmare god seeking revenge, laying waste to an entire kingdom, if not more, and the fact he'd hadn't return, nor had any of his guards, it was pretty safe to assume that.
Unfortunately, the tribe really needed an animus. That's really all Carp could gather from the frantic posters found everywhere, most varying what was written, but all stated the same, urgent messages:
!!Animi Need Urgently!!
* Hybrids
* Visitors
* Anyone with Animus Abilities
!!Report to the Seawing Palace At Once!!
Carp looked down at his talons. He wondered what could the Queen possibly want the animi to do, but he realized he should answer the call. After all, he was, in fact, an animus, although he was the only one who knew. He sat on the shore, thinking. What could they have want? He looked up at the moon, the only one of visible of the three, and he felt worried. But surely, if it was important, it couldn't be bad, right? He just didn't know. He just didn't know. Should he go? Sacrifice himself? Disobey royalty? 
He looked up at the moon, and made his decision. 
|I hope to add short excerpts like this about once a week.|
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