Deep Within An Animi Mind

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==Prevoc==
I see everyone, crying, hissing, mad, no one wants to be glad or ever had. Everything seems red, in blood, in fire. Not even my mother shows her docile which makes me conspire. The Queen is silent, too silent to be alive as a silver colored dagger splits into her thighs. The walls of the kingdom began to stumble, falling one by one into the rumble. One tries to call my name, but they won't know it will never be the same. I was watching my body move like a driver in the passenger seat, the animus parasite becoming more of me than I. Everything is so loud, not kind, cries and panic and screams no wonder why. My angled, wicked tail would slaughter, barb slipping into scales with ease, no bother. Fire tries to wash me away, at the moment I had hope but that was a stray. The fire bent west, reflecting off my talons, my scales angled shape and my motivation endless, I question why I was hell-bent on killing this witness? I thought I had it all, I thought it was under control but the pain would poke me otherwise. I TRIED to fight back I TRIED to make a matter, but my TRIES were bent into nothing but worthless matter. Everything was getting louder and louder I couldn't help it I needed more power. I KNEW it was ending, I KNEW I was about to be done, throat slitting stares looking with not at all fun, if my name wasn't Sutekh then neither is yours, because no one dared to name them after me after this deadly war. It was the end, I maniacally laughed, a NightWing with bravery lept at me like a cougar running mad, I tried to play with him, mess with him, break his spirit. Before I could do it, that blade ran throu....................
=== General Introduction & Summary ===
One has read a book about the point of view of an animus before; but has one seen the point of view of an animus who has lost their soul? No; here's the solution. DWANM is a story about the first Scorching Animus (Phyrrhia Animus is different from Scorching but has same properties) and how he struggled to amuse the society without putting himself in danger, but ultimately failing.
== Guide to Early Pyrrhia ==
(Notes; Events happened 500 years after the Scorching; well respected generals were the 'rulers' at the time; MudWings and SeaWings came into existence; BeetleWings and LeafWings were banished; the first animus arised)
== Prologue ==
502 A.S., It was.
HIgh-Ranked, but not quiet leader-like, General Mosaic was wandering the field of SandWing eggs, ready to hatch. She scowled at osprey, fennec foxes, even small, big beaked finches, chasing them down if they ever wandered close to the nest. It was a bright night, a day where SandWing eggs were set to hatch in honor of Soleus, the desert ruler.
Soleus was a major part of SandWing religion, multiple even considered to be children of her. Every bright night, Soleus would watch their eggs and bless some with great power and dignity that will help carry the tribe. No matter what however, no SandWing would doubt her, and none did.
Late in the middle of the night, Mosaic ran her talons through the bumpy, textured shells, tapping every certain amount. She came across one egg, it felt odd, like it shouldn't be there. She reached into the group and lifted the cracked silver egg, quickly peering to one of the guards,
"What is this?" She roared in a rashed, worn-out tone.
The guard looked back, "No idea."
Mosaic rolled her eyes, she wanted a more specific, entertaining answer than the run of the mill "I dunno".
"Isn't this a NightWing egg? One of those silvery ones," Mosaic grumbled.
"Can it out, it's just an egg," A groggly, sleepy guard near the other hissed.
"Just an egg? Just an egg! Do you know, what we're at risk for. You know selfish NightWings, they'll do anything to pit us to give them lil' blessing and make up resources, we don't have any extra to spare for this hatching. Having one of their eggs will only give them a rightful excuse."
"It's hatched anyway desert rat, shut your snout and go take a nap in the west section," The grumpy one retaliated.
Mosaic opened her jaw to respond, this isn't productive, she changed her focus to a tap on her ankle. Annoyed, she peered down, smoke washing out of her nostrils, like a volcano's eruption aftermath.
"Oh!" She responded out of surprise, carefully wrapping the small, gold and black dragonet in her talons.
"False alarm, it was just odd lookin' maybe the moon reflected weirdly," She yelled, her clawmates groaning out of frustration.
Mosaic sighed, "Where did you think you were going?" She questioned, tapping his small, curved nose lightly.
"Grrrrrrrr....roarrrr!" The dragonet screeched.
"Put that thing down! It's going to grow attached to all of us!" The sleepy one walked over.
"Oh, shut up Snake, you look nothing like me," Mosaic replied.
Snake hissed, rolling his eyes and returning to his base.
The dragonet, of all things, was reckless. Without any influence, it began to tackle, bite, and jab at Mosaic's arm, acting like it was a warrior in the middle of a blood bath. Without widening his eyes, his aim was, acceptable, sometimes missing her entirely. Quickly the sparring ran the dragonet tired, it climbing on Mosaic's shoulders and perching like a parrot before falling sound asleep.
The whole time Mosaic kept a grim, Soleus blessed us with a fighter, she thought.
Carefully trying to not poke the dragonet awake with her talons, she settled it onto a moderate heater along with multiple other SandWing dragonets, wrapping a special towel over it before walking away.
The rest of the night was simple, not much activity other than to watch, wait and listen. Watch, wait, and listen. Watch...
"What's that?!" A younger, more energetic guard roared.
"I don't know, a canary small-brain! Keep it down!" Snake yelled.
"Can it cobra-head, you've been rude enough already," A sassier one responded.
Snake rolled his eyes, though paleness ran across his face.
Now every dragon's attention was moved to the panic-filled flight of a NightWing, her wings flapping like a disabled bird trying to lift off the ground with one wing.
"Told you," Mosaic replied, even knowing it was a SandWing hatch, "What are you going to tell us? We had one of your egg? It hatched as a SandWing for your informat-"
"No! I'm on my own!" The NightWing angrily claimed.
Mosaic peered, her eyes widened, "What are you doing alone in SandWing territory?!"
"It's because the IceWings," She tried to continue, hyperventilating.
"The IceWings what?" Snake angrily questioned.
Though it was too late, the NightWing was knocked out cold from her own breath, tears rolling down her eyes. Mosaic expected the body, there wasn't a single heartbeat or any sign of. She looked puzzled, it wasn't like she was doing that all her way to here, dragons have more oxygen to pass around anyway. She checked under her wing, on her belly, down her chest, finding a dragon's tail wide scar on her back that appeared like a trench in the endless void. The scare was curvy, small white ivory specks outlining the marking.
"Dear Soleus, she was mauled," Snake murmured.
==== Wave 1; Exploring the Stars ====
== Chapter 1 ==
"Seth-wait! Wait for me!"
Two SandWings at a young age of 5 chased eachother down the SandWing halls, tipping over utensils and pulling down cloths.
One, in bright gold with, his scales forming a black pattern down his neck, straight down his body, his pitch black eyes filled with excitement lifted a few forks with the rise of his talons and jotted them towards his clawmate like arrows during archery class.
The other desert-colored one lept behind a table, the forks splintering at a halt and falling down the table's surface.
"Missed!" He shouted, the other rolled his eyes,
"Catch up, stop hiding behind furniture," He joked.
The other puffed, "Easy for you to say Seth, at least you're not the one in the brink of death!"
Seth smirked, picking up a few clams and whispering a song, making them sentient and waddle towards his clawmate, making him jump back in fear.
"Why are you cared of a bunch of clams, Dung? They won't do anything!" Seth yelled.
"Well NOW they will with your witchcraft shenanigans, you heard Foreteller, don't use it for fun, use it for the tribe!" Dung argued.
Seth came to a halt, stopping as Dung slammed into his back from all of the running, toppling both over and making them slide over the smooth, sanded floor.
"Those annoying meanies can't tell me what to do, all they do is tell me stupid fake thing like 'Oh, you'll go insane with that magic one day' or 'Oh, stop playing around, that's like a weapon'. I've been doing to for a year and do I look mad?"
Seth gave Dung a creepy, off-centered smile as if he was forcing it onto his face during a photoshop, Dung uncomfortably nodding with no response.
Seth sighed, "I just want to do more than for the tribe, I want to do it for the world, both dragon and scavenger."
Dung nodded, his facing softening with understanding.
"I just wish they would let me, I just wish they would let me.." 
A few tears soured his eyes, Dung wrongfully rubbing his scales against his shoulder, "It's okay, you'll be an fully grown adult soon and you'll have as much freedom as you want."
"And what? Oh here is this NightWing coming to tell me that the foretellers have decided to lock you up in a prison for an entire century because you're, and I quote, Too Dangerous."
Dung was silent. The entire hall fell silent.
The males got onto their talons, formally walking down the hall without further interaction, the silence tensing up.
As they approached a gold-tinted steel door, Seth grabbed Dung's wing, Dung peering back in question.
"Hey, Dung."
Dung nodded.
Seth breathed throughout his mouth, his scales bringing gulps of oxygen before her met eye contact,
"Am I, Am I a good dragon?"
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Every dragon aligned into their seats, a mix of SandWings, MudWings and SkyWings with that every now and then NightWing sitting into the corner trying to become one with the shadows.
Ever since the inident, the SkyWings and MudWings had to stay with the Sand Kingdom to escape threats from the other two dragons, though NightWings were always there, being fortellers, predictors and all.
"Class has begun, I will hold out attendance," A oddly silver NightWing stepped up to the sunray casted from the pane-less window, her gold watch reflecting off of the sunlight and irritating Dung's emerald eyes. They always did, Seth had to cover them until she placed the watch down in an irritated way.
"Weaksight, Foreteller's child..." The NightWing announced.
The introverted NightWing blushed, his head moving forwards slightly, "H-Here."
Seth hated the name, the poor dragonet. His mother most likely didn't love him or even cared, daughters appealed more to her. They had to inform them it's Foreteller's too, just to dig it in that Weaksight was more than a mess up to the night tribe, possessing no foretelling or mindreading abilities, just plain old Weaksight.
"Carn-"
"HERE!"
Everyone covered their ears, watching the ruby red SkyWing burst out of her seat screaming like an annoying hatchling looking for it's mother.
The NightWing cleared her throat, "Carnage," She finished, "Don't yell."
The SkyWing ughed, laying back in her seat.
"Cornucopia?"
"Here, Starwatcher!" An orange-tanned SandWing jumped up.
Starwatcher ran through names, some said in a conspiring way as one was said in a baby-talk way, everyone hated it when they called for Shootingstar's name, she's already snobby enough, don't enable her! Seth thought.
"And Sutekh," She finished.
"Here," He responded, "Don't call me that," he muttered quietly.
Fear and distraught filled his eyes once the room went quiet, a gasp splitting the silence. A broom slowly rolled down Starwatcher's scales, Carnage repeatedly shaking the NightWing to death.
She woke up, gasping for air and straightening her glasses,
"Who threw that?!" Starwatcher hissed.
Seth came to a halt, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know the consequences of responding, he didn't want to. His mouth felt dry, he didn't mind to shut her up, he at least thought he didn't. He felt wanting to just straight up leave the class entirely, being sent on a self trip down to the edge of Pyrrhia where no guard or bounty hunter could find him. He could tell Dung felt what he did, he was trying to stare away from Seth as much as possible, his jaw draw as the desert surface.
"Miss, it just randomly appeared there," Shootingstar replied, "And wacked you."
Taking the word of the, almighty NightWing, Starwatcher nodded awkwardly, "Okay...moving on with class, history."
Sometimes Seth thanked Shootingstar for her spoiled state, it helped announcements she made that unintentionally covered up Seth's little accidents easy to believe.
Class history went on for a mind-boggling while, Seth calmed down ever since but still stressed the thought, feeling as if all the dragons in the world new it was him.
"Sutekh, lighten up."
Seth rose up, "You know I don't like dragons who call me that!" Seth hissed at Dung, making a smirk in unison.
Weaksight and Carnage caught up with them, being a pair behind the SandWings as they walked through the SandWing dominant halls which would make a dragon wonder if there's really other tribes that attend the academy, Chryso Academy.
It was easy to see the academy from afar, an emerald like Chrysocolla gem was bragging at the top of the dune, always glistening into the dead eyes of anyone coming near it with much accuracy that Seth believed it was sentient and purposefully irritating everyone.
Thinking for long, Weaksight snapped Seth out of his daydream, "Where did the broom come from, any thoughts?" He whispered timidly.
Dung, not wanting to break his spirit, gave his more kinder 'Don't ask that' stare to Weaksight, though the NightWing seemed to never got the sign,
"Like, who, who knows what will happen. First the broom, harmless sure, but then a rock, and a sword, or maybe even a spear itself!" Weaksight was already sweating at the thought.
Seth was too, what could his abilities evolve into. What if he does turn into a blood-seeking death-inducing monster that sees nothing but red. Thoughts ran too much in his mind like a hive of bees, making a face that reads only guilt.
---
"Wake up Seth!" Carnage roared.
Seth stepped back surprised, he noticed the agitated female MudWing's scowl and backed away, apologizing. He ran into another dragon behind him, only worsening his thoughts. He started mashing himself with his own words, running around his head both putting him down and under distress; danger, uninvited, monster, killer, wolf in sheep's clothing, a lost agate, broken wing, Seth.
He popped back into reality, staring down at the cinnamon cloth and the sheep-curled sheets of fresh fur. All of his friends were staring at him with concern, Weaksight at most, Carnage in honesty was looking for the tone in the room.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were worried as well," Weaksight apologized, "No wonder Dung looked at me like that..."
"It's not your fault, we should've told you sooner," Dung replied.
His ears caught to told, "Told what?" He said, his voice a little frail.
"You have this animus magic thing. By the way, how do I get some, I wanna wack that teach in the head too!" Carnage replied.
Everyone else stared frustratingly, Carnage finally getting to understand the situation, "Not that...it's cool or anything."
"You've never passed out like that before, what was going on in your head buddy?" Dung questioned.
Before Seth could explain, Weaksight changed the subject, "So any ideas for the fire-resisting project?"
Everyone shrugged, Carnage responding with her usual impossible, at the time, idea and everyone explaining why.
"Ugh, you all don't listen to me. Maybe Seth can enchant a set of armor or something, or even materials or whatever you can do," Carnage responded.
"Remember, we don't know what this animus magic is like, maybe there's something messing with him, like what the NightWings say," Weaksight argued.
"You don't either, nor do they, Seth, is your magic thing ruining your or something?" Carnage asked.
Seth stayed quiet, he was quiet the entire conversation, too busy studying the tiny lizard invader of Weaksight's dorm.
"Think of other ideas, Maybe a certain material that is similar to igneous rock," Weaksight offered.
"What, we reach our bare talons into a boiling volcano, great idea!" Carnage retaliated.
The two got into a deep argument, attracting the attention of Seth, Dung trying to stop him from stepping a talon in,
"How about I enchant the fire to bounce off of the chestplate, does that sound good?"
Everyone stopped,
"Can you take that much energy? Doesn't it use your soul or something?" Weak asked.
"I mean, we all known no one really knows, for all of us information the NightWings could be trying to weaken me so I don't become a threat to their awesomeness," Seth mentioned, in an odd tripping tone.
No one minded the tone, but Dung, always Dung, Dung always knew, "Okay Seth, as long as you are comfortable," he responded.
== Chapter 2 ==
Seth felt unhinged, sitting on a cloud of red dust swirling into a forever warm colored sunset. He rubbed his eyes, yawning silently which echoed throughout the void, noticing a large, fully blue figure that looked like an older him. Surprised, he called,
"Who are you?"
The figure replied,
"I am you, not exactly. We are one, we are together, forever, connected by the binding of soul and heart."
Seth blinked, shaking his head and attempting to pinch himself awake. We? Together. What does it mean, what is it really?
The figure chuckled,
"I can read your mind, your questions are intriguing, we don't have much time however, neither will you."
"What are you going on about?"
"Follow."
The figure forced his talons under Seth's, dragging him along with the stars, the clouds like a magical dust wonderland, heaven wringing throughout the atmosphere, but he knew it wasn't heaven.
"Where are we going?" Seth tried to retract his talon.
"Hold still child, we're almost there, don't waste my time!"
They reached a lifted arch, clouds falling from the sky like dewfall, Seth trying to catch one on his forked tongue.
"This is the Haven, here your will stay so when you're awake, I may talk to you," The figure replied.
"Talk to me? That will be a little disturbing..." Seth replied.
The figure rolled its eyes, "So what, I could tell you were worried about your magic, I just want to help, a dragon to a dragon."
"Have you been taught never to trust strangers?" Seth managed from his pure amazement of the arch.
"Yes, but I am no stranger, matter of fact I'm apart of you, I am a blessing."
Seth paused, a what...it snapped back to him about its ability to read his mind. Though it seemed the figure ignored it, shoving Seth onto the pedestal.
"Whatever you do, do not move from that pedestal or you will grow wicked with power."
Seth stared back, "How?"
The figure began to fade, the world began to fade, drowning in a void of darkness. The voice suddenly was sprinkled with malicious croaks and growls,
"You'll see, You'll see all the fun we have, as much fun we will have...we...we...we...we.."
Out of the whispering void, Seth rose to catch his breath, looking over to Dung sleeping in the curved, comfortable hammock beside him, slightly angled above his soft, sheep-fur flat bed. He smiled, the way Dung curled happily in his hammock brought him to home again. He didn't want to interrupt his sleep and bug him, so Seth tried to force himself a sleep, still wondering on the topic, is head pounding. A small whisper was trying to dive deep into his brain to keep him awake but he fought against it, getting shut eye.
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