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Slipknot x random thoughts yay :)
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The world spun. Whirling round in a dizzying spiral. A dragon, his scales the color of azure plummeted from the sky. His limp body slammed against the snow-covered ground with a thumping boom. His wings, crumpled beneath him had long slashes torn through their webbing. A long slash ripped across the right side of his face and eye. His left arm was torn of a bit below the elbow and gushing dark blue blood. Pink bone fragments stuck out from the bleeding stump, pale against the powder white snow. Lockheed lay in the snow, drifting in an out of conscienceless. He couldn't feel anything, but that was a feeling that wouldn't last long. He closed his eyes, chest heaving for breath. Things weren't looking good for him. 
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Written by: Isis The Masked Dragon
Lockheed opened his eyes. The sky was a dark slate grey, the sun had moved farther down the horizon, and it was nearly night. Lockheed's entire body was in agony. From wings to tail. He attempted to sit up, trying to prop himself up on his left arm but found it missing. Lockheed stared down at the stump, congealed and frozen blood enclosing the end of it, preventing more bleeding. The cold winter air cut at his wounds like knives cut through butter. The pain was intense, but Lock didn't cry out. He laid back in the snow, pressing his arm against his chest. Hot tears fell from his eyes, but he didn't make a noise. Lockheed was in the middle of SkyWing territory. Patrols could be anywhere, and any sounds could give him away. Lockheed knew he couldn't lay in the snow forever. He had no idea for how long he was knocked out for, or if the dragons who'd attacked him were still looking for him. Though it hurt him immensely, Lockheed stood, albeit a bit unsteadily. He tried to extend and stretch his shredded wings, but to no avail. They were useless to him at the moment. The first thing Lockheed would have to do was find Galaxy. Or his corpse. He had the emergency medical kit and maps. Lockheed would need them if he was to get out of SkyWing territory alive and in enough pieces to be fixed later. 
Lockheed didn't look for very long before he found Galaxy. The slush colored IceWing was tangled in the branches of a dead tree, his wings torn apart by the branches. One long branch had ripped through his throat and killed him. Blood was everywhere. It coated the tree and the ground around it. It was an awful sight. The bag that contained the medical kit was lying on the ground under the tree. Lockheed picked up the bag, albeit rather awkwardly and hung it around his neck. 
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