Andhi

“Speak no evil.”
I’m chasing freedom for the fearlessI gotta do it cause I can’t chase fear myself
“
Soon enough, this war will simply be a monument to the past. The sins we commit will be eroded away by the sand in the wind and all that will be remembered was a monumental movement from the Queendom of Sand. While the Rainforest withers, the desert will be here forever.
”
~Andhi
A N D H I 
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Andhi is an adult female SandWing, the second eldest daughter of Queen Thorn and Ex-King Qaril, the mother of Prince Mirage, Princess Gazelle, Prince Flint, Prinxe Fester, and Princess Fever, and the current queen of the SandWings. She was at war with Visionseeker and the Rainforest Tribes for nine years. She serves as the main antagonist in Two Alone Too Alone and the deuterogamist to Angler's PoV in In The Powers That Be.
When Jade Mountain Academy was founded, she was one of the first students to attend, being the SandWing of the Silver Winglet, the Pearl Winglet, the Agate Winglet, and the Onyx Winglet.
Andhi is under the ownership of Unique.
(E X P L I C I T)
Andhi 	Andhi
 	
Image Artist 	Pigeon-Nuggets
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	Unique
Main Attribute 	Vengeful / Stoicism
Theme Animal 	Cape buffalo
Theme Color 	Browns / Yellows
Theme Song 	STFD • DJ Jeff (explicit)Twisted • Two Feet
Character Information 	Character Information
Age 	30 DY
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Biromantic Heterosexual (leans towards males)
Occupation 	QueenAdvisor (formerly)Jade Mountain Academy Student (formerly)
Tribe 	SandWings
Goal 	Become queen (formerly)Start a family with Nightcrawler (formerly)Demolish the Rainforest Tribes (formerly)Rebuild and reconcile
Residence 	Royal SandWing Stronghold
Allies 	Aztec, Sandstorm, Nightcrawler, Cornice
Enemies 	Visionseeker, Kultarr
Powers and abilities 	Typical SandWing abilities
Love Interests 	Nightcrawler (formerly)Cornice (formerly)Bristle
Quote 	“I’ve been waiting—hoping—that you’ll do something for moons now. You’re our queen. You’re my mother. You were supposed to protect us. You failed. And now you need to be replaced. Queen Thorn, I challenge you for the throne of the SandWings.”
Relatives 	Relatives
Parents 	Queen Thorn (deceased)Ex-King Qaril
Significant Other 	King Bristle
Dragonets 	Prince Mirage (deceased)Princess GazellePrince FlintPrinxe FesterPrincess Fever
Siblings 	Princess Sunny (half-sister, deceased)Princess Khamsin (deceased)Prince Javelina
I'm ’bout as broken as I confessBut better than most that lay cowerProud of who they crowd
A P P E A R A N C E
She slithers to the forefront, wiry and compact, sandy scales glinting beneath the torchlight, and you think, Queen Thorn. But then you blink, and it’s not her. Instead, Queen Andhi stands before you, the first SandWing Queen to have truly fought for her throne in thirty years.
Black diamond markings encircling her snout, the scales at the base of her sail are brown, much like the sail itself, if only a tad darker, her forearm and wings following suit. Of the latter, the membranes are stark white, the same of which could be said for her horns. Beneath her waist, her pale blond scales give way to a darker brown streaks. Years of vigorous training are evident in the muscles that pad her. 
A single crown, weaved by golden wires to ensnare several emeralds in place, once in the ownership of Queen Thorn, sits delicately atop her head.
You don't know meComing to take your crownBow downYou know that I can do betterI don't need you to come in and show me howSettle downCause you know that I can do better
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Beloved by her queendom, Queen Andhi is regarded as righteous and good, a worthy head to wear the crown after all she's done on the throne. She carries out her responsibilities with a level of fairness and wisdom that many yearn for, perfected by years of dutifully watching her mother strive as queen.
But she, of course, is not without her faults. Though usually a thoughtful analyst, Andhi is cunning, perhaps even sometimes unknowingly cruel, and isn’t afraid to use her power for her own purposes; usually the infliction of petty revenge. She is not a dragon that dwells on sadness, it’s simply not in her nature. When confronted by grief, she takes to burying it deep beneath an overbearing amount of work to avoid ever having to see it again. Because she’s the queen. She has to be at her best, always, for her subjects.
If one were to somehow win her loyalty, she is fiercely protective of them, going to great lengths to ensure their safety and comfort. Otherwise, many of her subjects have come to describe her as intimidating and cold. 
All in all, she simply wants what’s best for her tribe, and to live up to the legacy that Queen Thorn left behind.
I'm not here to take no names or reservationsI'm the devil telling SatanI'm just wildSit the f**k down
A B I L I T I E S
Besides the typical abilities that are expected of any SandWing, Queen Andhi is a sensational fighter and possesses the leadership qualities that are necessary to the throne. ya da ya da ill come back to this
I'm a kill it let me live just how I'm livin'Ghetto heart with good intentionsI'm just wildSit the f**k down
H I S T O R Y 
It had been three years after the Great War of SandWing Succession, and Andhi hatched in a time of peace and prosperity for Pyrrhia. She was the eldest of her three siblings, the first daughter of a new royal lineage led by Queen Thorn and King Qaril. She had expectations to uphold, expectations she was determined to uphold well.
Andhi’s dragonethood was spent familiarizing herself with politics. Silently, she would watch her mother and her council work, accompanying her on business trips and making note of every action that bought her success. She wanted to be the best queen she could be—she didn’t have time for anything else. At least, not at first.
Around two years after her hatching, news of Jade Mountain Academy officially opening to the public in the coming months were spread through Pyrrhia. Thorn, believing their attendance would be beneficial to their education and maintaining healthy relations with the other tribes, registered both Andhi and her youngest daughter Khamsin to the school, even despite the former’s protests. Andhi believed she could learn far more at her mother’s side and in her court, but the queen’s mind could not be swayed.
“For one year,” Thorn insisted. “You will attend the academy for one year. If it turns out you really don’t like it, you won’t have to return again for the second.”
So, months later, off she went, flanked by her sister and their personal bodyguard Qibli. She was placed in the Silver Winglet and shared a cave with Honey, her MudWing clawmate, and Ether, her NightWing one.
Her winglet was acceptable. Aside from classes where communication was required, Andhi made it clear to them that she was to be left to her own devices and they respected that. She spent most of the free time she had studying or shadowing her older sister Sunny, and the few friendships she formed were among the SandWing students, who frequently flocked to her as her entourage. Her grades were exceptionally high, as she expected them to be, and she was practically a model student and teacher’s pet. 
Needless to say, her stay there was fascinatingly ordinary.
And… for some reason, she returned the next year. She wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because of the sentimental attachment and protectiveness she had for her sister and her friends, who were insistent on attending the new year. Or maybe it was because a small part of her had actually enjoyed hanging around the other tribes, learning about their culture and visiting their queendoms on field trips. Whatever it was, it had been enough to compel her to come back for another three years.
She was moved to the Pearl Winglet in her second year and was given an entirely new set of dragons to know. This time around, she put a smidgen more effort into the communication and relationship building aspects of attending the academy. She began to divert from devoting her every thought to becoming queen (although she still had every intention to ascend to the throne) and instead she focused on the dragons of her winglet, particularly her clawmates Azul and Flurry, who quickly grew to be her close acquaintances. 
And for the first time in a long time, she experienced fun.
It was during her second year that when she met Nightcrawler, a first year NightWing-RainWing hybrid in the Gold Winglet and one of Queen Glory’s dragonets. The student body was amusingly excited to have him, he was a dragonet of one of the Dragonets of Destiny, after all, and he seemed to graciously soak up the attention. Andhi was one of the few that didn’t spare him much thought at first.
At least, that was before he got a bit too comfortable at the academy. As the first few weeks of the new year went on, he became more and more troublesome, picking fights, arguing with teachers, and failing his classes.
“A spectacular disappointment to royalty and heroes everywhere,” as Khamsin liked to call him during their lunch break. 
“Clearly he didn’t inherit either of his mothers’ natural talent and grace,” Aztec spat, spearing her boar.
“I think he’s still pretty cool,” Sandstorm coined in, to which everyone ignored.
A month into the school year, Andhi was called into Sunny’s office, the reasons unbeknownst to her and the SkyWing they sent to collect her. When she arrived, she was ruffled to find Sunny and Queen Glory greeting her. As she dipped into a respectful bow before the Rainforest Tribes queen, she shot her sister a questioning glance.
Apparently, they wanted her help. They believed that perhaps an excelling student that they were both comfortable with (like herself) could assist Nightcrawler in offering guidance and friendship, someone that could talk to and educate him. Perhaps then his behaviour would improve. While begruding, she didn’t even consider refusal under their expectant and hopeful stares.
So the next day and the days after that, whenever the opportunity presented herself, Andhi would seek out Nightcrawler. He was ecstatic to finally talk to another dragonet that somewhat tolerated him and actually listened to his (usually ridiculous) rambles of the future. And as time went on and they grew closer, Andhi found him more and more endearing and less annoying than she expected. She would even go so far as to say she was fond of him.
Eventually her time at the academy came to a close. She was seven now, her fourth and final year was nearly complete, and she was ready and determined to return to the Queendom of Sand and throw herself into training to become the next queen. But even then, she promised to keep in contact with the friends she made throughout the years, particularly Nightcrawler, who had somehow found his way to being one of her closest friends. 
She graduated at the top of her grade.
Andhi was right back at her mother’s side upon her return. With her new multiribal knowledge and insight, she was appointed as one of Thorn’s top advisors. She continued to train, to learn, to fight, her efforts increasing tenfold. At this point, it was obvious to almost every dragon that she was destined to take the throne. And she would. Perhaps in a decade or two.
Two years later, she would find herself meeting Nightcrawler again. Thorn had sent Andhi, a few other members of her court, and a talonful of her royal guard to traverse to the Rainforest Queendom in hopes of establishing fruit trade. They were given residence in Queen Glory’s tree palace—a massive tree in the center of the Rainforest Tribes’ capital, Paradise—for the five day period they’d be staying there.
When she wasn’t negotiating, she was spending time with Nightcrawler. To say he was elated to finally have the chance to guide her around his queendom was an understatement (she didn’t have the heart to tell me she’d already seen it several times before). He buzzed from one hotspot to another, convincing her to partake in activities she would not have tried otherwise had it not been for him asking her to (she even tried suntime. Ugh.) His company made her stay there more than enjoyable. By the time she and the SandWings had to return to the Queendom of Sand, she almost didn’t want to leave. Almost.
Fortunately, that was far from the last time she saw Nightcrawler. Quite the opposite, actually. The following weeks, she pounced on any opportunity to visit the rainforest. Her mother found her sudden fascination odd, but she didn’t question it, not finding any reason not to oblige her requests (which was good, because Andhi wasn’t quite sure why she kept going back either). And soon enough, Nightcrawler began to make frequent visits to the desert, too.
“You two are obnoxiously adorable,” Aztec commented after one particularly fun outing. “And as entertaining as watching you two continue to skirt around each other might be, I think Sandstorm might blow a casket if it goes on for much longer.”
...Right, okay. Sure. Whatever that meant.
When she brought it up to Nightcrawler the next time they met up… he laughed. Then he got too flustered to comment, which Andhi had thought was cute, but also very, very infuriating because she was the one that usually understood everything at first glance, not him.
He eventually worked up whatever courage previously fled him, explaining to her through nervous chuckles and hiccups that Aztec and Sandstorm believed that they had fallen for each other. 
That made Andhi pause. And it made her think.
“I have.” She cocked her head as Nightcrawler froze. “Fallen for you, I believe.”
He fainted then, leaving a partially confused Andhi to fuss over his body. A few minutes later he came to and attempted feigning ignorance about what had happened, but she had harshly jabbed him in the side before he could get very far.
“I guess…” he trailed off, looking away, before pulling himself together. “I’ve fallen for you, too.”
That day, the two officially became partners. Their visits to one another—dates—grew in number and lengthened, Nightcrawler became dramatically more poetic, and for the next two years, they were happy and in love.
Until the night Nightcrawler had been hanged. 
It was a grueling sight. He was limp, strung up only by the dozens of thick vines that were wrapped around his throat, those of which had no doubt choked him to death. His eyes were bloodshot and his tongue lolled out from a corner of his mouth.
It’s uncertain how long Andhi stood there, staring, numb and deaf to the world around her. She didn’t cry—she would not cry—no matter how hard the sensation stung at her eyes. 
However long it may have been, someone had found them, presumably spent several moments wailing in horror at the loss of their prince, and then ran off to fetch dragons much more equipped to handle the situation than they were. She finally startled out of her somber when Queen Glory, two of her sons, and one of her daughters came descending from the trees, horrified, furious, accusatory, and demanding answers.
Andhi had none.
She was forced to stay at the rainforest palace for the night, pocketed off into a guest room until her mother could come collect her the following morning. The daughter that had accompanied Queen Glory had loudly protested, believing a prison cell was deserved. Andhi had wondered why, but she didn’t care to put much thought into it, not when she was so drained from her grief. She slept horribly that night, if all.
And she quickly learned the reason for the princess’ hostility the next day.
Thorn expectedly came tearing through the rainforest for her daughter as soon as the message was received early the following morning. Andhi woke to her shrieking outside her room, though most of her words were intangible until she flung the door open and becokned her out. Her mother’s entourage was composed of Six-Claws and a few of his royal guard, including her younger brother Javelina. They were facing off against Queen Glory, her wife Queen Dawnbreak, and some of their own guards (the ones that were visible at least), as well as the princess from the day before.
“My daughter is not a murderer,” Thorn had growled, “She had no reason to harm Prince Nightcrawler. She didn’t kill him. She would never. Your accussations are baseless.”
“She was the only one at the site,” Queen Glory retorted, far calmer than her mother, despite the edge to her tone. “Being in the rainforest was suspicious in itself, but she was right there, standing in the front of Nightcrawler—the body.”
“If she found it, why didn’t she report it?” Queen Dawnbreak put out.
“And if she killed him, why would she remain at the scene of the crime?” snapped Six-Claws in her defense. 
They spent the next ten minutes like that, arguing back and forth, the conversation not really progressing in either way. Andhi spent the majority of it silent, until the voices blurred into distant, buzzing ringing in her ears and she couldn’t take it anymore. She just wanted to go home.
“I didn’t kill him!” Andhi yelled suddenly, flinching as every eye fell on her. “I—we were—” She lowered her head. “I didn’t kill him. I found him like that. Please believe me.”
A warm wing engulfed her and pulled her into her mother’s side. “There you have it. We’re leaving. When you approach me with some cold, hard evidence, then we’ll talk.”
No one stopped them as the SandWings made their leave. Several glares were thrown in Andhi’s direction, but their royal guard was quick to block them out. They returned to the desert through the animus rainforest tunnel and hastily flew back to the royal stronghold.
Andhi was put under a week of house arrest and leave of absence from her advisory duties. “I believe you,” Thorn had said, even though Andhi hadn’t made any protests. She hadn’t said much of anything, really, not since her outburst. “But others won’t. This is for your own protection.”
She spent the week in her room, mourning. She didn’t have to leave anyway—servants had her meals delivered to her and there more than enough essentials in her room. On several occasions her friends stopped by to try and get her to leave, but she didn’t budge. Sandstorm and Aztec had paid their respects, them being the only ones that had been aware of her relationship with Nightcrawler. For the most part, she was left alone, just her and her thoughts.
She hated it.
When the week was over, she decided she wasn’t going to waste time grieving anymore. It wasn’t what Nightcrawler would have wanted and it wasn’t what she wanted—or even liked—either. She threw herself back into her training, more vigorous than before, and her duties, trying to force herself to forget. Those memories didn’t matter. She didn’t need them. Not anymore.
Or so she thought before she discovered she was with egg. 
As her mother liked to say, “blood-red eggs and fireballs”.
She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want it. Because it was a distraction, a burden, a painstaking memory. But she also wanted it. Because it was a memory, it was a dragonet, and it was hers. Why couldn’t anything just be simple for her?
In the end, she laid it and she kept it, and a year later, a small, oddball of a dragonet hatched from its shell. She tossed aside her doubts and hesitation the moment she saw him. He was… he was beautiful and she loved him, despite the obviousness of his hybrid ancestry. Her family had been elated—Sunny and her mother more so than Khamsin and Javelina, who honestly didn’t seem all that pleased. She didn’t care what they had to say about him, though. She loved him with all her heart and gifted to him a name she thought best represented all three of his tribes: Mirage.
She was prepared for the onslaught of questions she knew she would receive once others caught sight of him. A hybrid, how? and Who’s the other parent? and Where’s the other parent? and So that’s why you’d been sneaking off the rainforest so much… And each time Andhi would give the same answer, “Is it really any of your moonblasted business?” 
She always made time for Mirage, no matter how busy she got during the day. Even if the wingery teachers handled his education, she still taught him everything she knew, from writing and reading to the locations of the desert’s oases and Nightcrawler’s favourite music and songs. She showered him with love and considered, maybe for a moment, that the broken, hollowed parts of herself that she long since buried after Nightcrawler’s death would heal.
She was wrong.
Several months after Mirage’s hatching, the first body of many dropped. He had been an old veteran general from the Great War, greatly recognized for his heroics across the queendom. A patrolling guard had found him on the outskirts of the kingdom, resting dead in blood soaked sands, a nasty gash torn through his underbelly. But that hadn’t been what had killed him, or what had even been the worst part.
Ugly bubbling black wounds had his face almost completely melted and unrecognizable, his skull caved in. Andhi’s stomach had twisted with disgust and confusion. Everyone had thought what she was thinking: only one thing could have possibly caused this.
“RainWing venom,” Six-Claws reported at the court meeting later that day. “His head had been practically doused in it.”
“Why would a RainWing come to the desert to attack a SandWing?” asked Tawny. “What have we done?”
“I can think of one reason,” growled Javelina, his eyes flicking to Andhi, “and she’s sitting right here.”
She bristled. “What?”
Thorn narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you implying?”
He simply shrugged, though his wings had quivered with anger. “Just that Andhi was never truly cleared for the murder she may or may not have committed a year ago. I don’t care about the prince, he’s not a SandWing. What I do care about is the possibility that the rainforest tribes may have chosen violence as a way to retaliate for the possible actions of one of our princesses.”
“I already said I didn’t kill him!” Andhi snarled. 
“And I believe you,” Javelina replied stonily. “Do they?”
The court meeting was adjourned. They had nothing conclusive that pointed to the Rainforest Tribes as a whole even being responsible. Word was sent to Queen Glory, but she had been as unaware of the matter as they were. She reassured that a heavy investigation would be conducted.
Two more SandWings were found murdered the day after, followed by another three the day after that—the causes of death all being lethal venom wounds—until eventually the killings became a daily occurrence. Meetings between Queen Glory and Thorn grew in number, but sufficient results were lacking. The killer never left much to go on.
Andhi was frustrated, how couldn’t she be? Her dragons—her future subjects—were being targeted. And what had her mother been doing? Talking. While SandWings continued to die, each death more gruesome than the last, she negotiated and conversed with the Rainforest Tribes, determined to somehow find a solution there, all while blatantly ignoring her own tribe’s constant and growing demands for justice. They wanted blood in exchange for blood. Andhi couldn’t help but share the sentiment.
“I’m not going to jeopardize the continent’s peace over the possibility that one dragon is trying to stir up trouble between our tribes,” Thorn refuted once Andhi finally confronted her during a court meeting. “The SandWings don’t deserve another twenty years of bloodshed.”
“They don’t deserve to be murdered in their own queendom either,” Andhi growled. “Your talks with Glory are getting us nowhere, Mother. The death count is rising, our dragons live in constant fear that they or their loved ones will be the next to die. Everyday they come to the stronghold begging for safety and insurance that we can not provide, screaming about how we failed to protect them and that they don't find any comfort in our idling. That they expect us—they expect you to be exacting vengeance. If you don't do something, our subjects will. I don’t want a war—I’m sure no one here does—but how can you call this peace?”
“I have to agree with my sister,” said Javelina. “This can’t continue for much longer. We need to show the Rainforest Tribes that their horrible actions will yield very dreadful consequences.”
“Did either of you listen to a word Her Majesty said?” cut in Six-Claws. “We don’t know for certain if the Rainforest Tribes are entirely responsible for these attacks. It could be rogue RainWings. It could be another terrorist attack. We. Don’t. Know. And until we do, we should not be making any proclamations of war. Queen Thorn and Queen Glory have been conducting endless investigations into tracking down this assailant. I trust they’ll find the individuals responsible.”
“So in the meantime we just continue to let SandWings die?” Aztec asked nonchalantly. “Is that your plan, Your Majesty? General? Watch you and the Rainforest Tribes run about like hopeless insects chasing after a murderer that may very well be among the dragons you’re working alongside? Brilliant! That’s worked so well so far! Such wisdom you’ve bestowed upon us, Your Majesty.”
“Watch your tongue!” screeched Armadillo, glaring threateningly at the younger SandWing, who ignored him. “That’s your queen you’re speaking to.”
Andhi looked stonily to her mother. Her jaw was set. She looked prepared to speak. Andhi beat her to it. “Not for much longer if she doesn’t find an actual solution to our problems.”
Thorn froze, the courtroom fell silent. The implication was clear. Several heads turned in her direction. She was met with a variety of expressions—shock, fury, hope, fear. Then the queen leveled her with a glare of her own. “Is that a challenge?”
Her eyes narrowing to slits, she lifted her chin. “Not yet.”
On that note, the court was dismissed. Andhi was the first to slip away, intent on escaping the questions that were sure to find their way to her. She picked up Mirage from the wingery, silenced the stuttering flying instructor with a glare, and spent the rest of the day hauled up in her room, training.
Days passed, bodies continued to fall, the royal court continued to descend into arguments and chaos. Beside the new tension between Andhi and Thorn, nothing had changed.
A few weeks later, a talonful of SeaWings arrived in the queendom. Among them was Queen Angler, wife to Queen Scylla, her sister Euxinia, a member of Queen Scylla’s council, and seven guards to watch over them. Worried by the whispers of war brewing in the Rainforest and Sand Queendoms, Queen Angler had suggested there be a neutral party to assist them in coming to a peaceful solution and diffusing the tension. 
Thorn and Queen Glory had been hesitant and skeptical at first, but Sunny supported the idea, stating that Queen Angler was one of the best Talons of Peace members she’d ever had the pleasure to work with. And who could say no to her?
 
Andhi was tasked with not only investigating the murders alongside Queen Angler, but acting as her escort during her stay in the Queendom of Sand (she suspected that her mother had only done so to dissuade her from any thoughts of usurping her from the throne). Regardless of the circumstances, she and Angler formed a tentative friendship. 
But even with the additional aid of the SeaWings, they were no closer to uncovering the dragons responsible for the SandWing deaths. In fact, their arrival only seemed to edge them on. The assault on the queendom grew more aggravated and violent, disturbing messages now etched into the victims’ bodies. Yet Thorn remained firm in her ideals, Andhi becoming more and more furious at her idleness and shunning her as a result.
And then their new NightWing prisoner fell on their doorstep.
He had been caught on the outskirts of the desert, toying with the body of the latest dead SandWing. Andhi immediately recognized him from her previous visits to the Rainforest Queendom. He was a member of Queen Glory’s court. With this revelation, he was interrogated, and the long suspected truth of the murders was revealed to Thorn’s court.
The Rainforest Tribes were responsible for the SandWing deaths. And their next target was a SandWing princess.
The court was thrown into chaos—Andhi was the only princess that could be properly accounted for, with Sunny teaching at Jade Mountain and Khamsin’s whereabouts completely unknown. Half of the royal guard was sent off to ensure Sunny’s safety, while the rest were sent to locate Khamsin. While SandWings scrambled to carry out their queen’s orders, Andhi attempted threatening the NightWing into revealing which of her sisters may die, but he refused to disclose.
Clawing out his eye wiped the stupid smirk on his face.
Ignoring Thorn, who demanded she remain in the stronghold for her own safety, Andhi snapped at two guards to accompany her before storming out of the courtroom, Angler on her tail. Getting to Sunny in time would be impossible, she figured, and Jade Mountain was neutral land, deemed so by a peace treaty signed by the six queens. Her safety there was assured. Finding Khamsin was the priority.
As they began to depart, Angler spotted Euxinia flying in from a fishing trip and was quick to ask if they’d seen Khamsin during their flight. The SeaWing admitted to passing the princess on her way back, headed east. Andhi huiredly thanked and dismissed her for her help before launching into the sky, backed by Angler and the two guards.
They didn’t have to fly out far. Minutes away from the palace was an oasis, one of the smaller ones in the desert, and by the shore, Andhi glimpsed the familiar sheen of red sienna amongst the sand.
And blood.
Her heart stopped. She landed immediately, straining against the urge to look away. Khamsin lay in a circle of dried bloody sand, several deep gashes in her side, spelling out a message Andhi didn’t bother to read. A good portion of her snout had been marred, twisted, and eaten away by venom, and black holes were burned through her neck.
She was dead. The Rainforest Tribes had taken her sister.
All Andhi could see was red.
Angler and her guards’ attempts to comfort her were met with a cold, silencing glare as she hoisted Khamsin in her arms and made the trip back to the stronghold. They were met with anguished, mortified stares and quiet murmings, but Andhi didn’t bear them any mind. There was only one dragon she wanted to speak to.
The throne room was empty when Andhi burst the doors open. She rested Khamsin’s body on the floor, then seated herself behind it, waiting, her glare directed at the chamber’s entrance.
When Thorn finally arrived, she froze, flitting from shocked to anger to grief. Andhi sneered at her. “This is what your inaction has caused, Mother. My sister is dead. They mutilated her and forced venom down her throat and left her to die. Are you going to let them get away with this, too? Is she just another poor loss to be added to our dead in your futile attempt to keep peace that the Rainforest Tribes forfeited long ago?”
“Andhi—”
“Shut up.” Andhi rose to her feet and stalked forward until she was inches away from Thorn’s own snout. “I’ve been waiting—hoping—that you’ll do something for moons now. You’re our queen. You’re my mother. You were supposed to protect us. You failed. And now you need to be replaced.” As Thorn’s eyes widened, hers narrowed. “Queen Thorn, I challenge you for the throne of the SandWings.”
Thorn’s gaze darkened. “I don’t want to have to lose two daughters on the same day.”
“You won’t.”
Sit the f**k down
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
N I G H T C R A W L E R
Positive
*lover/best friend
*humoured his visions of the future, even if she didnt necesscarily believe in them herself
T H O R N
Neutral/Negative
*didnt think much of her mother
*did watch her work often though
*neutral stance became negative when she didnt taken action against the rainforest tribes
**so she killed her
M I R A G E
Positive
*loyal son through and through. never once questioned her decisions or motives
*very protective over him
G A Z E L L E
Neutral/Positive
*dont speak often
*andhi does wish theyd spend more time together though but shes pretty sure gazelle loathes her
THE TRIPLETS
Positive
*cares for them greatly even though theyre little sh**s 
S U N N Y
Positive
*role model/seriously look up to her
*to bad she had to kill her
V I S I O N S E E K E R
Negative/Neutral
*hatred runs pretty deep 
*these two need to learn to communicate i am BEGGING them
C O R N I C E 
Positive
*tribes are allies/have very positive relations
*briefly had a crush on her
K U L T A R R
Neutral/Negative
*please shut up she is begging you
Running circles causes regretIt's the only thing I seeStraight mental healthBlack and white colored sunsetsEmpty b**ches need water 'cause I'mma give them hell
T R I V I A
*Andhi hatched 3 years after the Great War.
*She fears the unlimited possibilities of animus magic.
*She was considered a true/successful successor to the throne, as she actually fought for her right to rule and outsmarted the sharpest outlaw queen the kingdom’s ever seen.
*Black storms, locally called Kali Andhi in South Asia (Hindi: काली आँधी, Urdu: کالی آندھی‎, literal meaning: Black Storm) are violent dust squalls that occur in the late-spring in the northwestern parts of the Indo-Gangetic Plain region of the Indian Subcontinent.
*Her parallel character is Caracara.
You don't know meComing to take your crownBow downYou know that I can do betterI don't need you to come in and show me howSettle downCause you know that I can do better
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I'm not here to take no names or reservationsI'm the devil telling SatanI'm just wildSit the f**k down
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