We Are The Chosen Ones

Storm:
The IceWing opened the front door and instantly everyone’s attention gravitated towards him. His scales where a beautiful cool blue color. His color was only made more striking by the black of his cloak and of the tattoos covering his arm and neck. As the IceWing moved through the bar the sand dragons sitting around at tables watched him with narrowed eyes. They could feel the chill of his scales, but once he'd passed, they returned to their conversations and drinks. The IceWing slid onto one of the stools in front of the counter. The SandWing behind the counter came over to the blue IceWing. "Can I get you anything?" The IceWing nodded. 
"Information." The SandWing looked around out at the bar then back to the blue IceWing.
"What kind?" 
"I'm looking for someone. He goes by the name of Cairo." The bar keep nodded. 
"Anything else?" The IceWing nodded.
"He has two different colored eyes. One black and one a bright blue like the heart of a flame. He also has a stylized S shape on his check, like this." The IceWing pointed to a black s shape with spiked edges at the base of his throat. The Bar keep nodded. 
"Someone like that passed through here a couple days ago. He holed up here for a day or two, then left in a hurry." 
"Did he say, say anything, anything at all?" The IceWing said, his voice growing harder. The bar keep nodded.
"Last day here he had a little too much to drink and let slip that he was heading towards the mountains, didn't say where or why." The blue IceWing nodded again and stood. 
"Thank you." He said setting a gold coin on the counter. The bar keep looked down at the coin, then back up at the IceWing.
"You have a name?" The IceWing looked down at the SandWing and nodded.
"Storm." Then he turned away from the counter and walked out of the bar. As Storm stepped back out into the sun he grimaced slightly. "Of all the times to rebel brother, why now?"
Cairo:
Cairo had to keep running. He couldn't stop. If he stopped now, he'd be dead for certain. Cairo had taken far too long in the last town, but he'd been so hungry and tired. If the SandWing hadn't stopped, he might have died. Cairo shook himself and glanced down at his claws. The dark rotten spots around them were spreading, he could even see the white of his bones in some spots. The farther the rot moved up his arm the more it hurt. It was a constant reminder of what he'd escaped from, and what it had cost him. Cairo didn't like thinking about everything he'd left behind. The Blood Fangs weren't going to get their claws on him ever again. Cairo was going somewhere where the Fangs wouldn't find him. He was supposed to meet with a SkyWing named Rocky. He would be safe and far, far from the reach of the Fangs. Cairo looked over his shoulder towards the horizon and he knew he wasn't safe yet. The golden SandWing was lucky to be a few days ahead of the Fangs. Once he'd escaped their compound it was a ticking clock until they noticed him gone and sent someone after him. Cairo had to keep running. He couldn't stop now. If he stopped now, he'd be dead for certain.
Storm:
Storm found the heat oppressive. He longed for the cool halls of the Fangs compound, but he knew if he failed to complete his mission, he would never be able to return. Storm hated that the Fangs had assigned him to hunt down Cairo. But he understood why. Cairo and Storm had once been the best of friends, until Cairo betrayed all the Blood Fangs. He was their weapon; he was supposed to kill not flee. The leaders thought that Storm would be able to convince Cairo to return without killing him. Thinking of Cairo's betrayal Storm could feel his anger rising and he tried to calm himself down. The IceWing recited the Fangs' code. "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion I gain strength. Through strength I gain power. Through power I gain victory. Through victory we rule the world." Storm found little comfort in the words and that worried him. Everything about this mission felt wrong…
Cairo:
After almost two days of flying and the mountains were finally in view. They were so close. “Only a bit farther now. You’ve got this Cairo.” It was strange how fleeing from death made you think or say things that you wouldn’t normally. Cairo thought that he would be ok with stopping to get some rest. As he touched down Cairo grimaced in pain as the sand came into contact with the rot on his arm. Looking at it in the dim evening light Cairo could see that the rot had spread to his wrist. Only small bits of golden color remained on his talon. The SandWing wondered how far the rot would spread and what it would do to him. Keeping his talon close to his body Cairo used his other talon and his wings to burro down into the sand until he reached a cooler layer. As comfortable as he possibly could be Cairo fell into an uneasy sleep.
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