Arctic Winds

>> This is a Fanfiction By SnowLeopardTheRebel, based on Darkstalker Legends from Arctic's perspective. So yes, it will contain mentions of blood and gore, and no, I will not actually include the really gory details of Arctic's death. Enjoy the Fanfiction. <<(P.s: The Prologue is the same, since it was in Arctic's perspective. So, it will not be included.)
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==Chapter One ==
"Are you sure it's time? Tonight?"
Arctic paced around the nest, his eyes on the two eggs laying there. "Yes," Foeslayer replied, sounding irritated. "Nightwing mothers always know. And its the brightest night, like Foreseer said it would be. Three full moons.. we haven't had a thrice-moonborn dragonet in forever!"
The Nightwing twisted her head around to glare at him. "Snakes and centipedes Arctic, stop pacing. It makes me want to bite your ear off." Arctic's ice-blue eyes narrowed, but he sat down, his tail twitching. "Try anything like that and I'll enchant all your teeth to fall out."
Foeslayer paused, seemingly grappling with what to say. "Arctic- I was just kidding."
"Right. Me too."
A pause. Arctic could almost feel the negative energy crackling between them. As the moons began to peek through the clouds, Foeslayer stepped forward and gently, delicately, began to move the eggs so they were more exposed. "What are you doing?" Arctic hissed, moving in front of her. What if they get hurt? "We leave ours buried in the snow!"
"Ours have to hatch in the moonlight." Foeslayer replied. Arctic scowled again and Foeslayer rolled her eyes. "Stop scowling at me. It's perfectly safe, Nightwings have been doing this for hundreds of years."
"Hmm." Arctic stomped over to the eggs, one silver, one midnight black. Arctic rapped his claws on the silver one. "Don't touch them!" Foeslayer grabbed the egg back from him and settling it back in the nest. "Why are they two different colors?" Arctic demanded. Whats wrong with them? "Is it because of us? Maybe this one is more of an Icewing."
"No," Foeslayer tipped her head. "Most Nightwing eggs are black, but the ones hatched under full moons turn silver like this. I don't know why that one is still black though. They should hatch at the same time."
Arctic snorted. "Somethings wrong with them."
"Nothing is wrong with my dragonets." Foeslayer hissed. She tipped her head back and studied the stars. Arctic cast a glance at the cliff face some ten feet away. "This is too steep." he grumbled. "They could fall. Stupid tradition, we should have taken them to the Ice Kingdom to hatch."
"So they could freeze the moment they come out?"
"They won't. They're part Icewing. Remember?"
"And your mother would have been so pleased to meet them." Foeslayer snapped. "At least my family won't kill their dragonets on sight. They'll help protect them."
Arctic's mind flashed through screaming dragons, frozen claws, and a dragon falling out of the sky, flames eating her wings as she shrieked in pain.
"Your family has nothing to complain about. I brought royal Icewing blood to their line."
"I see. I'm sorry about mixing it with my peasant Nightwing blood."
There was silence as the two dragons glared at each other.
Then a cracking noise sounded from the egg that had turned silver. "He's coming, look!" Foeslayer got up and stared.
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