Cyanide (MilesDreamsicle323)

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Cyanide
WARNING!
HAZARDOUS CHEMICALS AHEAD
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Appearance
A dark figure, slinking through the shadows. It steps out, revealing a young dragoness. She has dark grey mainscales, speckled with a silvery color. She has bright, yet tamed colbalt blue underscales that compliment the dark midnight scales that line her stomach. You look at her chest, and see that she has a light, cream colored silk bag that seems to be filled with something. At first, you believe she's a Rainwing, but looking closer at her dark, midnight blue Hivewing-like wings, she must a hybrid. As she smiles, you realize her teeth are a pristine white color, but dripping out of them is a dark, sludge-like substance. Possibly a sort of venom? Her talons are white, and so are her spikes, but they seem to be stained with something you're not quite sure of. It could be ink, dirt, or even blood. Her eyes shine under the moonlight, like a pale, stormy grey star barely visible in the night sky. As she flicks her tail into view, you notice that it's her dark grey scales fading into a pool of a greyish-periwinkle color. You look back at her face, seeing her twisted horns. They're quite graceful looking, and they have the same periwinkle color as her tail. You blink, and suddenly, she disappears.She's just...
Gone
PersonalityYou close your eyes, imagining the dragoness. As you open them, you feel a talon on yours. She's back. In a soft, sweet, tone, she says to you, "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you," She's very kind to you as she takes you to an open valley, filled with delicate flowers and bright, fluttering fireflies. She brings you to a beautifuly cozy house in the field. She seems very hospitable and generous to you as she urges you to come inside. As you step inside, you feel woozy, and look at your arm. There's a needle in your arm, and you collapse.You wake up, tied to a chair with clean, stainless steel chains. As you struggle, she calms you down. She's holding a syringe to her front teeth, the dark sludge dripping into it. You sit there, numb. She gently rubs the side of your face, and kisses your forehead. She inserts the syringe, the sludge- which is truly a deadly poision- flows into your bloodstream. She whispers, "Remember that Cyanide is no chemical- or dragoness- to be messed with." as you drift off into an endless sleep...
*hospitable
*generous
*decieving
*dangerous
*murderer!!!
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