Cecilia

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this page is told through a story/the perspective of another oc bc i thought it would be cool >:) a major wip pls no looking this thing is filled to the brim with author notes 
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==you are entering an uncharted land…==
this takes place a couple years before the first arc. for the sake of your imagination, the “i” is a sandwing. also, beware of typos!!
in one of the sandwing kingdom’s empty expanses, a lone traveler walks on level sands. a thin, pale cloak hides their form. above them, the blue sky stretches on for infinity. there is not a soul in sight, save for a withering flower reaching out from a worn rock. 
i’ve found my target. 
they match the description perfectly — tall dragon with a cloak traveling alone through the sandwing kingdom, but on foot. i had laughed, but my client— this hulking, absolutely massive brute of a nightwing was insistent on wanting ‘em dead.
“no good piece of crocodile spawn,” he had spat. quite literally, in fact— all over my desk. real disgusting. “don’t try to reason with them. got no brains, that one. i expect them dead in three days. don’t, and my crew will be after you.” 
i didn’t ask what “my crew” meant, though this old scar shaped in a circle with a X inside on that nightwing’s neck told me ever’thing and more.
there wasn’t much room to negotiate, but he promised me such a hefty sum i would be beetle brained to refuse. it didn’t seem like such a terribly hard job either. at least if i died, i would die with squabbling in laws trying ta get their dirty claws on my wealth. 
so here i was, trailing the traveler high above in the sky, waiting for the perfect chance to kill. it would be simple— swoop in, slice their neck, and take a scale or two for proof. i been doing this job for almost my entire life, it was like a second skinoh god it’s the first 2nd skin reference to me. it don’t bother you if you don’t think about it too hard.
i wait for a heartbeat. then, i strike. 
i’m on the sand in a second. i silently land in front of ’em, not a single sand particle moving out of place. my claws reach for their neck, and lo and behold their head comes clean off. they’re dead before they even know it. 
or, that was what was supposed to happen. instead, when i land, a blast of blazing hot fire greets me like that dragonflame seed pod i swallowed once.
ha! 
i grin. a fighter. assassins ain’t supposed ta leave behind messy jobs, but i ain’t got a good fight in moons. my claws are itching for battle. 
[insert the most epic battle scene you’ve ever read here. i’ll write it… one day. right after i finish reading this guide. also the reason why cecilia is walking and not flying. dear babel i rrly need to write this] 
“i won’t rat you out, swear on my life, but ya owe me big time. i ain’t looking forward ta that big nightwing huntin’ me down.” 
they let out a small laugh. “i owe you, and i always, always repay my debts. the nightwing’s called infinity, by the way. he’d maul you if he hear’s you calling him ‘that big nightwing.’” they wait a bit before adding, “in case you need to find me again, name’s cecilia. i go by she and they. you?” 
heh. do they expect me to give my real name? 
“tumbleweed. nice ta meet ya.”i thought about a good fake sandwing name for a couple minutes and lemme just say tui took ALL of them 
i returned to the scorpion den a couple hours ago. not looking forward to facing that big nightwing again
==appearance==
well, she wasn’t much of a looker, that here’s for sure. 
==personality==
==relationships==
==notes==
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