All The Hollows

ALL THE HOLLOWS
This story isn't necessarily canon the the character showcased, this is just for fun.
War and borders served nothing more than to tear dragons apart. Dissonance knew this very well as they traveled across the forested lands of Pyrrhia. But the war stings closer to the dragonet's heart more than what any dragon could understand, and all it took was not a bang but a whisper.
The coat tails of the morning hung in view over water logged trees behind the backdrop of a lilac sky. The wind whipped ears, sent fur wailing, and blew puffs of steam away from large nostrils.
Autumn was ever present within the area surrounding Dissonance as they make their way from their long night of travel. Letting the short body cloak they wore sit where it wants with its fur reaching up upon faer neck. They've grown to love chilled mornings filled with mist and wonder as they make their journey across the land aimlessly with their claws caked in leaves and mud.
All in all this brought more joy than being tied down somewhere whether for war or trying to follow the wildfire of rumors about schools being adding in Queendoms that would accommodate and accept all tribes. Even Dissonance knows from personal experience that these rumors were always cruel jokes and were never going to happen in this timeline.
Nonetheless they traverse the land and when finally the respective meadows, fields, and brush took over the forest to build what would've been a beautiful scene only to fall away to smoke from a village, fires found around grass, and bodies found laying around the space. Bodies of red, orange, brown, amber, all stained red.
Of course, the border isn't too far. Dissonance would have to think bitterly.
The SkyWings and MudWings should've been running along eachother with harmony after the original Great War, but many tribes don'trealize that the MudWings - Dissonance's own tribe - were forced to join the SkyWings and suffered under the SkyWings through social and economic means rather than military means. And of course no one forgave that and to this day the bad blood remains.
The tribes fighting over the most mundane and meaningless things which would erupt into violent altercations and border scrimishes that would be full war if the tribes declared it such.
And now before Dissonance stands a battlefield of a scrimish between both tribes. Fires burning corpses, scavengers circling and gathering around bodies, spears and weapons sticking out of the ground or bodies the hybrid couldn't see through the mist and smoke.
They tread tentatively through the dirt path that lead to the town found before them. Avoiding rodents, watching vultures for their movements, and always kept their eyes peeled for any large predator attracted to the smell of blood.
Upon their trekk, they found themself walking along a ditch filled with bodies upon dried grasses. Armor flung away as both MudWing and SkyWing sat on eachother post mortem. Three MudWings were found at the end of the line, carrying and tossing bodies in one right after the other with their heavy armor glinting in light and fur hidding beneath the plates to keep the wearer warm.
Two took notice of the dragonet staring at them and looked darkly upon them with shadows souring their gaze.
"Make yourself scarce dragonet, worse things happen to run aways that try to stare at the gore than those smart enough to run!" One yelled, pure malice and spit pouring from their mouth and words. Not one for fights, Dissonance ran trying to get to the town faster.
The town was surpsingly large, but granted anything from the border to the SkyWing Queendom to the Diamond Spray Delta will be large with lower class dragons. The streets were half paved and half dirt with a inn not far from where Dissonance enter the town.
They proded in as slowly the town rose to life in the morning as dragons got outof their homes and enter their respective buissnesses. Dissonance entered the tavern and spooked the near elderly dragon behind the counter going through a log book - at least what Dissonance could see.
"My, my, this is a odd hour for travelers." The receptionist was an extremely annoyed fawny MudWing and was clearly trying to mask it by speaking friendly words.
"I travel through the night. And I'm in need of a nest for the one day and-" The hybrid sniffed the air, there was a heavenly smell of food in the air. After becoming distracted, they returned to focus on the keeper. "And I'll happily take a meal before I retire."
The receptionist nodded and wrote down something. "20 scales for the room and 5 for the meal."
"Fair enough. I'll bite."
A creamy soup to warm one's soul and a comfortable rest cacooned in a comfortable set of quilts later and Dissonance prepared themself to leave this modest town om their way towards the next Queendom of their travel.
They reattached their bags, placed back on their talisman, and button on their cloak and headed out without batting and eye to the dragon at the counter.
When they left the building, the sky was heavy with rain clouds heading to the north leaving a clear sky of orange and pink. The sky left the shadows dark and bathed everything in a orange light with it being reflected in the large puddles dotting the roads.
And much like the storm that has went and passed, Dissonance needed to head north.
From wet, heavy dirt, to leaving prints behind on slippery stone the hybrid walked with their tail curled in a unusual and uncomfortable fashion. The town was definitely alive now with stalls filled with merchants yelling and open storefronts to gain a peak as to what craft a dragon offers. Jewelry making, smitthing, semesters, the whole works as even the largest street were filled with dragons of the earth.
Dissonance awkwardly made their way through the town or rather city at this point because first impressions didn't do justice for the sheer size. The street seemed to strech on forever as they had to squeeze through larger dragons and had to avoid getting stomped on by other dragons.
But woefully would get sucked in a crowd as they moved to gather around something or someone, surrounded by dragons much larger than them but still dragons they can't sneak out from under from. But that was until skeletal claws grabbed their shoulder and dragged them out of this trap and into a parten in the stopped wave of dragons.
"My dear, are you alright?" A low grumbly voice creaked out of a dragon who was centuries older than Dissonance, but was shorter than them.
"Yeah, thank you for that since I'm trying to get somewhere." They nervously laughed upon realizing how much attention was drawn to both them and the elderly dragon holding onto them.
But upon closer inspection, it make sense as to why many were seemingly following this dragon. Old and frail looking as he was, he was crowed in fine fabic and his horns filled with more twists than a branch had diamonds implanted in them. His glazy, faded blue eyes stared at them with a happiness that should make Dissonance shove him off but couldn't find the confidence to do so.
"Well, I do hope you have enough time to stay and hear this. You out of all dragons do deserve to hear this." He gave another smile, that damned friendly old man smile and Dissonance made the wrong choice.
"Yeah I should."
"Great! Here I'll give you a spot right up front where no one could bother you." He lead Dissonance to a spot in view of the stage where dragons gathered around. Tje crowd parted for the two where the elderly MudWing left Dissonance to take the stage. But even as Dissonance stood, they could still feel dragons staring upon them with either envy or hatred.
But all focused turned to what is found infront of them as the old dragon cleared his throat.
"My good folk, my family, my friends. We all know what happened the day before this. As the wings of the clouds gathered in a large storm and fell on our lands like locust as our own legions fought them off. Sending the bodies cascading away from out fine city.
We know well that those who hover in the clouds are dragons we could trust. No dragon who has their claws firmly of the earth are dragons who couldn't understand what simple kindness and selfishness is." The man pour passion and anger in his speech, Dissonance knew that this was wrong but couldn't look away yet.
"We know dragons of Sand caused a war that decimated our lands and forced us in our lowest period. The dragons of the sea won't stop stepping on our toes-" The dragon spat these words as tension ran high. "And now those in the Sky had the audacity. THE GULL. To come to us with the means of war. And then say it's just merely guarding the borders. And now we stan at the precipice of the conflict, we know more than any member of the tribe that we shouldn't trust anyone." The old man grew dark, and Dissonance knew what he was going to say next.
"We are the MudWings, we deserve no other tribe. We deserve our own land, to deserve to be whole."
The crow roared and cheered as the old man gloated on the attention and agreement.
But Dissonance never raved for this.
They looked upon in awe and disgust for the preformace around them. The sneered and turned back into the crowd and faded in to the crowd of earth dragons, flicking their spiked tail.
If one should've heard it, it shouldn't been someone else.
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