Sailor

sailor ⚓ she/they ⚓ lesbian ⚓ explorer & exile
appearance
*navy blue topscales
*pale gray-blue underbelly
*black horns and talons
*paler wings
*broad-shouldered
her main scales are a dark, navy blue, unsually dark for a seawing, which lead many to question if she's actually a seawing-nightwing hybrid. sailor, however, proudly claims that she is fully seawing with absolutely no traces of nightwing blood in her veins.
personality
*intelligent
*a bit of a nerd
*will not shut up about anything
*passionate and caring
*introverted
*can be a little snappy sometimes
anyone who knew Sailor is well aware of the SeaWing's hatred of NightWings, the tribe that killed her family and blamed their deaths on her. 
history
current was born nearly 200 years ago, the result of an affair between queen clam and a low-ranking noble named tidepool. she lived in secret, off the coast of the kingdom of the sea, for nearly three years with her father and half-brother, Ray. however, after a nightwing attack on the palace left her mother and father dead, current was blamed for their deaths and exiled from the seawing kingdom. having no evidence besides her word, current fled across pyrrhia, looking for refuge. she began to hate nightwings and the blame they placed on her for a crime she never would've even thought of committing. though she had disliked her parents' decision to elope, she had never hated them for that decision, and she loved them as any young dragonet loved their parents. she constantly replayed their death scene in her head- her mother, flailing desperately against nightwing talons. her father, screaming in fear and lashing out, managing to wrestle one of the nightwings to the ground before a spear skewered him through the stomach and sent his blood spreading in dark clouds through the water. the flickering light in her father's eyes as he gazed up at her mother, proclaiming his love for her one last time. clam's horrified expression, her desperate sobs, and finally, her shriek as the nightwing soldier slammed her against the wall and snapped her neck. and the fear. current had been completely captivated by fear and horror, watching her two favorite dragons die at the talons of her least favorite tribe. and then. and then they turned to her, their eyes bright with malice. then they fled, cackling as they carried out their brilliant plan. besides her parents, no dragon had ever trusted current. now they never would. current had tried to flee, but it had been too late. a young guard had spotted her, crouched over the bodies of her parents with blood flecking her scales, and he had reported her immediately. she hadn't even gotten a trial. why should she? she had no evidence, no witnesses, only the guard's account and the mistrust so many seawings had for her. no one had even seen the nightwings at all. 
why her? why had they targeted her? because she was the result of an affair? it wasn't her fault. no part of it had been her fault. it had been her parents' stupid idea to fall in love and elope. did they hate queen clam? if they did, then why would they blame her death on her only daughter?
current fled the seawing kingdom as soon as she had been sentenced to exile, leaving the seawings lost and queenless. a few moons later, a niece of the queen inherited the throne. a niece of the queen who, unfortunately, hated every single part of current. with her dreams of ever returning to the seawing crushed, current moved on a tried to find a new life wandering around pyrrhia, looking for odd jobs and temporary occupations until she could find something permanent. she eventually settled in a small hut along the borders of the mudwing kingdom, working as a cook and servant for a group of low-ranking mudwing sibs. however, current abandoned her job after she met oxbow, an eccentric and slightly strange seawing who called himself an adventurer. current wasn't sure what to think of him at first, this strange old dragon with fantastical visions and bizarre stories. however, she couldn't tear herself away every time he'd stop by her shack and tell stories of the "glory days", as he called them. 
the more time she spent with oxbow, the more she realized that he wasn't just a crazy old hermit who told made-up stories, but a dragon who had been damaged by grave loss and hardship in his life. it took a lot of convincing, but he finally agreed to tell her stories about his past, about what his life had been before "the incident" had occurred. current had no idea what "the incident" was. not one to pry, she never asked, though deep inside she was burning with curiosity. they talked about everything, from the kingdom of the sea to the current queens to scavengers to the best way to fry a fish. current noticed that maybe one of the reasons she liked oxbow so much was the similarity between him and her father. they both had a sad, quiet loneliness to them that they tried to conceal with humor and storytelling. 
a little over a year passed, and oxbow announced that he would be leaving the mudwing kingdom soon to fly to the desert. current was heartbroken, begging him to stay. he declined, but asked her if she wanted to come with him. current agreed without a second thought and followed him to the sandwing kingdom. along the way, current told him about her past and the death of her parents. she expressed the disdain she had for her given name, current, something that she had never shared with anything else. to her, it was a reminder of the sea and the death of her parents and the past that had haunted her for so long. oxbow suggested that she change her name to something that wouldn't bring back so many bad memories. he then offered up the name sailor, which she accepted eagerly. she liked her new name, and believed that it fit her better than her old one. 
oxbow and sailor arrived in a small town outside queen diamondback's stronghold, where they stayed for several moons. sailor met a handful of new friends, dragonets around the same age as her, and spent most of her time with them, though she always returned to oxbow's hut for more extravagant stories and thoughtful conversations. sailor enjoyed her life in the town, called prosperity by its residents. under the watchful eye of the queen and her guards, the town grew into a bustling center of trade and innovation. 
in the midst of a life that seemed perfect, tragedy struck. sailor was returning to oxbow's hut for her daily visit when she noticed something strange: the door to oxbow's hut was wide open, a note had been left on the door, and there were splatters of blood on the floor and walls. Most of the blood was red, but she spotted a few blue drops as well. panicked, sailor tracked down the local authorities and told them what she had seen. one of them recalled seeing a wingless seawing leaving with two hooded sandwings, and that the trio was supposedly heading north. as her fear mounted, sailor tried to follow their trail, heading north as the guard had instructed. after nearly a full day of flying, she came to a run-down outpost in the middle of the desert, nearly half a day's flight from any oasis. there were talon prints outside the door, and drops of blue blood on the sand. sailor barged into the outpost, daggers at the ready, but to her shock, it was completely deserted. 
to be continued lol 
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