WOFSE: Scales of Hope

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WOFSE: Scales of Hope is apart of the WOFSE AU (Sonic Edition AU; a list of OCs heavily inspired by Sonic Characters rather than Sonic Characters in WoF.) and just a splurge of ideas.
==Blurb==
Gyrfalcon, a dragonet with his weird SkyWing appearance granting him a close eye of Scarlet alone wants to help change the world but is grappled down by the chains of the queen's eyes. However, soon, he might have a chance to put his own word forth.
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== A NightWing's Guide to Pyrrhia ==
== The Dragonet Prophecy ==
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=== ~ Prologue ~ ===
FLURRY
“The blue one is hatching!”
A slim, silvery blue dragon ran over to a nest built from brown sticks laid in an organized manner. She peered over a glossy, bright blue egg that was constantly crackling. It was bumping against 2 smaller eggs, one pink as the summer sunsets, and the other of a forest green.
“Sparrow, come quick!” The silver dragon yelped, “You don’t want to miss the hatching!”
“Coming dear,” A voice echoed through the crystal hall.
As she kept watch over the egg, a dulled crimson scaled dragon slowly emerged from the corner wearing a gentle expression staring at the nest. As Sparrow stood beside her, he wrapped his dull orange wings over her and smiled, leaning close towards the nest.
“Flurry, we’re going to be parents today,” Sparrow smiled, “A SkyWing and an IceWing, sure dearly if the queens were here right now we’d be lying dead in the mountains.”
“Probably, but it’s a risk I’d take for you,” Flurry replied, adjusting the mahogany scarf around her neck.
The dragons’ attention was moved. A piece of the blue egg was moving, yet not quite making a wide enough hole to fit through.
Maybe they need help. Flurry thought.
Flurry reached for the shell when it popped off, pieces scattering over the adjacent eggs. Flurry examined the dragonet as it knocked itself over, sliding out of the egg. His vibrant blue scales reflected off of her talons as large, observant emerald eyes stared at her. Steadily the dragonet fell into Flurry’s palms, closing his eyes and wrapping his body over her fingers.
Flurry smiled, lifting the dragonet close to Sparrow. The SkyWing nudged the dragonet’s face, yet the offspring responded by staring back with a mix of curiosity and confusion.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Flurry said.
Sparrow nodded, “And with these large wings, we might as well get a larger satchels that actually make it across the wingspan,”
Flurry looked back at Sparrow perplexed before unraveling his wings as they wrapped around her wrist. She perked up with realization. She hadn’t thought of a name. 
How was she going to address her own dragonet without a name? What should she name her? 
He looked like a mix of hot and cold, scales that couldn’t decide to lay in a mountain filled with sapphires or the arctic near the blue ice. Blizzard nor Sear would work. Flurry thought, tapping her index talon onto the nest's stand, Maybe a bird like an Auk or Peregrine or….
“Gyrfalcon,” Flurry said, “Gyrfalcon the IceWing-SkyWing,”
Sparrow tapped against his chin before nodding, “Has a nice ring to it,”
“Yeah, we can even shorten it to ‘Gyr’,”
“Alright, Gyrfalcon it is,”
Gyrfalcon yawned, curling into his tail, closing his eyes. His wings curved to block out the silver light flowing through the windows.
“Let me get a satchel,”
Sparrow left the room as Flurry settled Gyrfalcon back into the nest. He popped up, looking at his surroundings before attempting to bite the rose pink egg near him. Flurry pulled him away, grumbling quietly under her breath.
Immediately Gyrfalcon curled his neck towards Flurry, rubbing his talons against his wrists shyly. Flurry turned to a cabinet pulling out a silver jar filled with small, cooked filets. At the sight of the meat Gyrfalcon pointed his beak towards the jar and patiently waited. 
Flurry took 2 filets out of the jar and gave them to Gyr. The dragonet grabbed them with his talons and ate one at a time in a messy, quick manner.
	By the time Gyrfalcon finished the first filet, Sparrow re-entered the room with a worried expression. Flurry tilted her head,
	“What’s wrong? Are there more snakes in the den? I told you dragonbite snakes don’t live near IceWing borders,” Flurry questioned.
	“No,” Sparrow responded, “Blister’s dragons are here—”
	“We can fight them off, I just need to take time to hide Gyrfalcon,” Flurry interrupted, grabbing a bronze key swiftly.
	“No Flurry, you need to grab our dragonets and hide,” Sparrow sternly responded.
Flurry paused, perplexed. We always fight against tiny scout groups, She thought. No, something’s different.
	
	“Is it an ambush? If so we should all leave, it’s not worth protecting our home if we all are going to get killed!” Flurry growled.
	“It’s,” Sparrow paused, his tail curled around his legs, “It’s worse. I don’t know why but Blister’s greatest troop is here,”
	“Her what?!”
Immediately the ground began to shake as the roof cracked. Flurry frantically searched for a window, peering outside. Her eyes widened as she solemnly gazed at the view.
Fire curved between roads as the cottage-filled village burned. Blue, brown and gold dragons loomed over the fleeing silver dragons. Poisonous barbs dug into scales, talons slashed against faces, and firebreaths scorched wings between the troops and the fighting citizens.
Before Flurry could turn back and say anything, Sparrow had already wore his silver chestplate carrying a stained SandWing spear,
	“Just take them and leave,” Sparrow responded, “Bring this too, it is a gift for Gyrfalcon,” He handed Flurry a necklace.
Flurry blankly stared at the necklace, “You’re coming too,”
	
	“I can’t, if Blister sees you leaving, she’ll send her soldiers after you. However, I can act as a diversion,”
Flurry frowned.
	
	“And what kind of distraction do you think you’ll be doing? The dragonets will be devastated if—if they don’t have a father to help raise them—,”
	“And they may not be able to grow at all if you just linger around here, drastic times call for drastic measures Flurry, and it’s vital to just keep you four alive rather than dead along with me,”
Flurry stood in silence before nodding, shaking as she grabbed the three eggs and crawled out of the den, watching Sparrow soar into the sky tackling down the first SandWing sighted. Flurry ran towards the tall, looming forests followed by multiple other frantic IceWings. In her satchel were the two eggs as Gyrfalcon laid on top of them. Flurry looks down to see Gyrfalcon’s eyes had fully opened, matter of fact they appeared to have been wide open for a long time. He stared up with a mixed face, one of horror yet confusion. Flurry didn’t think about it much, he could possibly be starving and she had more to focus on.
Matter of fact, as the group began to peak out of the woods, they stumbled across an open winter plainland making it half way along the field when cactus bombs began to fall onto the exodus. 
A few were hit directly, however the rest were surrounded by a maze of rouge fire weaving in front of them. Flurry stared in horror as guards dropped from the sky killing the front row of escapees. Flurry stared in disbelief, they were almost free, the kingdom was just around the corner, yet they were still unable to make it. However Flurry didn't give up, almost immediately she retained composure, swallowed her fear, and quietly made her way through the maze of fire disappearing into the flames growing behind her as screams filled the air and puddles of blood stained the snow red.
=== ~ Chapter 1~ ===
GYRFALCON
“Wait up Gyr! I can’t run that fast!”
“Well you’re have to keep up somehow,”
Dragons cleared the way as two sky dragonets ran through a market, the faster one curving through tails and wings, making sure his blue scales never rubbed a surface.
Despite this, all of the dragons backed away in fear, glaring at them with smoke rising from their nostrils. Some had scales as red and orange as a sunset standing behind stands selling jewels, cooked food or weapons while others had scales as pale as sand or deep as mud checking out the stands, occasionally leaving with produce.
Finally the dragonets stopped, the slower one crashing into the back of the first as he got up.
	“Where did we stop now?” The second scowled.
	Gyr looked back, “Harrier’s Hawk, we’re here,”
He glided up a tower, landing on a protruding edge before knocking on the wooden door. He waited patiently folding his wings yet they still covered the whole balcony. It’s a struggle, it helps him control his flight, yes, but why this big? He’s no scientist, yet believes the length is overkill as if he could be a curtain himself.
The door creaked open, a dim cinnamon dragon peeking over the corner fanning her mouth as she yawned. Her red eyes locked on the two dragons before looking at Gyrfalcon.
	“I’m guessing this is from Finch,” She asked.
Gyr nodded handing over a basket filled with prey and flowers.
	“Thank you dragonet,” She replied, grabbing the basket and softly closing the door behind her.
	“How many more do you have?” Hawk asked.
	“A couple, though I’ll be done in a tail flick,” Gyr responded.
Hawk smirked, “Meet you at practice then,”
Gyr watched Hawk soar off, his amber scales glimmering off to the distance. He took to the skies as well, gliding high into the air, his wings catching the wind.
He made sharp turns around towers and poles leaving the mainlands as buildings disappeared. 
He brushed the edges of the trees, the leaves tickling his wing tips before he fell near the water, his reflection waving, his wingtips riding the surface.
His attention was redirected as a bright glow appeared over the horizon, a castle growing from below staring down at him menacingly. Gems decorated the beige walls as gold railing tipped the balconies.
His flight wavered, slowing down before eventually running into the ground drifting into a half circle just barely missing the pavement to the entrance of the kingdom. He walked, checking a satchel given to him for a set of accessories, specifically an earring tipped with an emerald gem. He didn’t trust the gem, having received it by what he believed to be Peril’s father. Yet he felt some sort of connection running through the father and the earring. He didn’t think too much of it, yet it constantly rang in his mind like a school bell.
It’s none of my business.
He made it near the castle when a large, dark-orange scaled dragon landed in front of him drizzled with ruby jewelry and large red wings. Her face was slim and sly, gold eyes glaring down at him,
	“My jewels?” She rhetorically asked, her talons laid flat open.
He nodded, handing Scarlet the satchel, the queen staring at it suspiciously before checking the jewelry.
“Ah, thank you Gyrfalcon—by the way I’m hosting a feast tonight—”
“I’ll be coming,” Gyr grumbled.
Scarlet glared. 
The stare didn’t phase him. Every single meeting with a queen or a messenger, Gyr was on display for being a ‘SkyWing with pretty scales’. Killing him would ruin this, something Scarlet isn’t willing to do without some sort of substitute, all of which are sent automatically to be dead for SkyWing tradition. The more he thinks of these threats, the more he questions how he’s alive in the first place, something he swears not to think a lot but the thought recurs frequently.
	“Yes, but I also have something for you before it, some—dragonets to meet, I want you in the throne room in a few hours—at sunpeak,”
Gyrfalcon tilted his head. Why would he need to meet any more dragonets? Does she not want Hawk hanging around him longer? It was about time, he had a long staining hunch that Scarlet might realize Hawk’s ever so growing distance from Scarlet’s ways, it bugged him every time despite giving the illusion of not caring or being oblivious.
One would think she’d say a word in it though, which put Gyr off and made him think of what other reason could this be. 
	“Sure,” He said.
Scarlet looked back before taking off, smoke flowing from her nostrils, clearly outraged at the demeanor Gyr talked at her with. He wasn’t the royalty kind, or at least for corrupted queens. He likes to be more boundless, not without rules but without strict chains grappling him, living on the edge of a moral compass.
He turned to the skies facing the next destination, the training grounds. Every weekday Gyr met at the training grounds, something Gyr didn’t take seriously. Of course he had to show up, he didn’t want to be a menace, but at the same time he felt he could handle himself with his own fighting style, not a regulated, restricted SkyWing only offense that didn’t even fit his wings or serrated talons.
He landed at the scene, his feet kicking up the dirt with his tail flicking before he grounded on full legs. He wore a smirk, lifting his head in accomplishment mocking one of the students whose blood red scales retracted in disgust.
Hawk soon caught up around the corner, “Heh, Tanager’s mad,”
Gyrfalcon was to respond but it was halted from the teacher’s call.
	“All dragons on the line,” He shouted.
Immediately all 12 dragons and dragonets stood on a white chalk line, standing in a straightened posture with their snouts to the sun.
The instructor walked around, his tourmaline scales glistening as he held a stern red face. He inhaled slightly, smoke fizzing out before he spoke like a waterfall of clouds of gray from his mouth.
	“Listen up, today is the day you rookies prove yourselves you are able to make it on a minor offense winglet,” He walked around them, “It’s a test of your speed, agility, strength and knowledge, and it may be your last. It’s a hefty war out there, and Scarlet needs a new winglet by sundown so this is your only chance, got it?”
Everyone nodded. Some gulped and glanced around, Gyr slightly hesitated but kept his composure. Agility and speed were already in the bag, he just had to show strength and knowledge of his surroundings and other tribes’ offense, two things he wasn’t too keen on. The way they fought didn’t annoy him just because it was stricting, but also it didn’t feel right in general. Of course he was a SkyWing, but he also was admired by how the IceWings fight. They were swift, tactical and very sharp, fast even. He expected the SkyWings to fight the same, air lifted torpedoes soaring in the air, yet they only did that in some cases, usually when the other team was evacuating or during executions, something Gyr didn’t really feel was right.
He always wanted to learn how to fight like other tribes, but obviously it wasn’t happening, especially in a Pyrrhia-wide war. However, he still just wished for a slight chance, a bit of hope from eagerness hidden under a cool, down to earth personality. 
	
	“First up, Hawk. Even as a prince, you won’t get leeways on the battlefield, matter of fact I expect the most of you,” He turned to the group, “Then Gyrfalcon, I’m looking for tactic and offense with a bit of paying attention for once,”
Gyrfalcon snarked, “Alright, Carrion sir,”
	“I mean it,” The instructor hissed, “Next-”
Gyrfalcon tapped his hind foot against the ground, humming from his mouth as Carrion listed dragons and their expectations before Carrion signaled Hawk to line himself up on a protruding rounded edged with walls. He watched as the first Hawk swirled through a small course facing different obstacles hurling at him, one of which was over a rugged river bustling with heavy winds and swerving hoops behind arcs and trees. Hawk made it through with struggle, nearly losing balance for a moment but catching himself and using the wind to propel forwards.
He made it to the end where a small sparring match took place, quickly going through core tactics, meanwhile the other dragons were practicing themselves, Gyr in particular practicing his reflexes by catching himself after ledge dropping.
Soon Hawk returned, tiredly walking to Gyr and resting his head on his shoulder.
	“See—easy—” Hawk gasped.
	“Get up! You still have the other half,” Carrion roared to Hawk watching him fly off to pick up a heavy basket, “Gyrfalcon come forth!”
Gyrfalcon gulped but smiled, this was the moment, and he was going to make every little detail as dramatic as he could. He walked up to prepare his wings and to blaze through the obstacle course, but Carrion stopped him.
	“Gyrfalcon you’re a special case, you’re a pretty fast dragon, however, you overestimate yourself often,” The instructor stared, “I’ll rearrange and add some obstacles,” 
Gyrfalcon shrugged, waiting for Carrion to return. All the dragons behind him stared perplexed, they knew he would probably need rearrangements, but what rearrangements exactly?
In a handful of minutes the instructor returned, landing on the ground panting.
	“Gyrfalcon you’re up, start when you’re ready,” Carrion said.
Gyrfalcon waited for elaboration, but realized it wasn’t happening. A surprise was more engaging and fun, right?
He lined up with the ledge stretching his neck out and squinting to get a head start idea of what might’ve changed. He couldn’t see much and by the time he saw at least one change, Carrion roared at him to start.
Gyrfalcon started roughly, nearly jumping off the ledge before soaring off. Though the take off didn’t matter as he immediately gained most of his speed, soaring past poles and arches.
His tail trailed, correcting his patterns by moving his tail flaps around for sharper turns. He nailed every part, bringing him to question whether the difficulty really rose. It was getting boring as he began to mess around, purposefully hitting caves on the side as it was impossible for even Carrion to supervise him at this point.
However as the course gaped open, Gyrfalcon realized he soon soared above a wide bowl of water, a large river. 
He wasn’t too offput, sweat rising a little between his scales yet he kept moving at a regular pace. 
Then, he looked up.
The arrangement of the hoops was abysmal, specifically made for his pseudo-top speed. Hoops were stretched far apart like an ocean of air is between them, but not further forwards, but far to the side. He lost his focus, slowing down to make a sharp turn. By the time he made it through the first hope he could see Carrion’s scales flickering into view. He was still quite far away, but close enough for his SkyWing eyes to lock onto Gyr. He had to get through this.
He tried to straighten himself, forcing his wings straight with a bit of wobble. He kept pushing forwards not caring about his misalignment. Nothing happened yet, and he was gaining confidence. Yet the moment he felt safe, he realized he was flying head first into a hoop rim. It was a last minute decision, he was going too fast to change directions or his wing would be hooked onto the hoop. In an automatic decision, he curled his neck forwards to where his back just barely was able to peak past him and hit against the stiff wood making him fling back. He tried to take the earlier preparation into mind but everything was happening so fast not even his own reflexes could keep up as he plopped into the water.
As soon as he hit the ocean he lost all what was in his mind. His thoughts scattered, his sight blurred and he started to flail.
A knock hit his head as a fish skittered past him getting further and further away. He regained control of his mind, curling around, trying to push himself forwards. He was irked back, bubbles gurgling out of his mouth before he realized.
His wings were too big for him to flip over.
He was done for, he tried to move his wings yet they were too large and heavy to budge against the water’s tension. The only thing left was for him to yell, attempting to breathe smoke into the river as a signal but the water already clouded his throat. He kicked his legs trying to turn over, his neck moving forwards yet no result.
His breathing became swift, his heart beats echoed through his ears and his sight darken as water continued to push him down and silence flowed into the scene.
Then, a shadowy figure graced the surface as his eyes closed.
	“Hang in there, soldier!”
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