Agony

Agony. 
What an interesting name. It may be quite ironic that the word wholly symbolizes her appearance, or it may have been a peek into the future by her long-departed adoptive mother. 
You see, Agony is covered. With what? I know you'll ask.
With scars. Deep divots that lead straight into her chest. Torn skin and scales that can never be mended, white eyes that practically fall out of their sockets.
Hold on, dear reader. Let me tell you how she...looks.
Agony, --or rather Skyflier, if we're being completely honest-- used to be a beautiful, magnificent SkyWing. Her scales were a pale orange, and her underbelly was even paler; the color of the morning sky, Thrash used to say. Beautiful light yellow with swirls of a darker shade winding around here and there. Her topscales were the deepest umber, a burnt sort of orange that reminded you of newly sealed pottery. Skyflier's wings were wide and gaping, shining in their electric orange glory for all the world to see. She had beautiful amber eyes, the kind that looked deep into your soul and brought out all the goodness...but also the kind of eyes that could tear down a dragon in one moment. 
But all that changed.
When Skyflier died, and Agony unknowingly took up her body, the gashes and wounds spilling blood were too much for her scales to handle.
Just like a dead body should, all the color drained out of Agony's scales, turning them a white and pale orange desert, devoid of color and life. Her eyes rolled up towards her skull, and her irises took on a blank and creepy stare. The deep slices in her chest never healed of course, and continued to gush blood until almost all her veins had turned purple.
 Agony. That's what her name was.
But she didn't know--she was too busy inhabiting someone else's body.
And that body's name was Skyflier.
You see, Agony was born frozen.
And Skyflier was dead.
Agony used her animus power--which she didn't fully know she had, as she was a newborn after all--and entered the dead body above her, splayed out over the ice.
Let me just tell you the story from the beginning:
Skyflier was born a low-ranking SkyWing, completely in love with a prince at age five. They hunted together, played together and snuck through the halls of the Sky Palace, all without the Queen's approval or knowledge. Thrash (as was the prince's name), loved Skyflier with his whole heart...and she loved him with all of hers. But one day Thrash was promised to a young SkyWing noble, and Skyflier's heart was broken. She wept to the stars every night, praying to old gods she had heard of in legends, like Hyacinth and Narcissus. She was desperate for help--but no help came. On the night of Thrash's planned wedding, Skyflier set her jaw and flew off towards the Mud Kingdom, in search of an egg. You see, Sky was determined to never bond with any other dragon but Thrash, and she was sure she could start her own family, by herself, and no one would ever care. "I might as well just find the one MudWing egg that will hatch to look almost like a SkyWing," she said to herself as she came to a shrubby forest by the Diamond Spray Delta. What Skyflier wasn't expecting was a round little blue egg, all washed ashore, caught between two rocks in the current. She almost wept with joy, cradling the little egg in her talons, crying out to the supposed myths that had answered her prayers.
Skyflier flew back to the edge of the Sky Kingdom, settling in a small marsh that was open to the sky, where she could still comfortably see home, and the palace, but no one could see her. She had a feeling the egg she was holding was a SeaWing's, and the queen might very well kill her for it...so going into hiding was the best option for her and her little dragonet. Sky dug a small trench in the flat ground, filling it with dried grass and twigs. She set the little egg inside and left, paying one last visit to the palace, where Thrash's dreaded wedding had just finished it's proceeding. "I love you," Sky said to Thrash, as they watched the rain in a little cave they had found a few years ago. "And I will not consent to be a partner of anyone else." Thrash looked down at his talons, little tears spilling from his eyes and splashing on the stone. "You're already eight," Thrash said, having trouble keeping the bitterness out of his voice. "You need to find another dragon. Skyflier raged at him, yelling so that her volume filled the entire cave and bounced ruthlessly off the walls. "No!" she yelled. "WHY do you give up so easily!? Never once did I hear you say to your mother, 'Can I marry some other girl besides stupid Callia?!' Not ONCE, Thrash! You've broken my heart." 
Thrash refused to listen to Skyflier, saying that the parting was best for both of them. "Well, I hope your happy." Sky said bitterly. "I have a family now, a little egg that I found, waiting for me...at home." Thrash was surprised at this, and told her she should just get married to a commoner like she was supposed to. "So that's what I am to you," Sky snapped, trying not to burst into tears. "A commoner. Well, I hope my daughter or son meets you one day," she said, flying out of the cave, her talons balled into fists, the rain sliding off her scales and into her eyes. "Because their name will be Agony, after the torment you caused me." 
 Skyflier flew back to her marshland home, the rain pouring in torrents, her eyes watering to the brims. She cracked a slight smile when she saw her little egg all cozied up in the trench that had turned into a puddle. She flew over to the egg and sat by it for hours, keeping it warm. An hour later, as the rain continued to pour, little Agony hatched. She cooed at Sky, reaching up towards her... 
And then the raid came. A group of forty or so IceWings swept towards the Sky Kingdom, flying only a few feet from the ground so as not to be seen. Skyflier ducked, but the excruciating chill of their bodies froze the water from the rain shower, covering the land with a hard layer of ice. As they swept by, more torrents of rain fell, making the ice thicker and thicker until Agony was frozen solid under eight feet of it, her woeful little eyes still staring up at Skyflier, her little talon outstretched. Sky cried out in dismay, trying to cover her with her own wings. A passing IceWing swooped down and slashed at her, severing the veins in her neck and creating a deep gash on her chest. Skyflier coughed, blood bubbling up from her mouth as she leered over, piercing herself on the jagged spikes of ice. Her amber eyes went cold, and the last gaze she ever gave was towards her beloved Agony, whom she had only known for a few minutes. 
Agony tried to move, but she was fast entrapped in ice. She tried to cry as the only dragon she had yet seen fell on top of her nest, gushing blood from her chest and mouth. She tried to move her tiny talon, forever outstretched towards Skyflier, longing for comfort...she could feel the last breath she had leaving her...and then she woke up. Her talons were a strange light orange, and she was covered in...blood? 
Agony couldn't fully see; she had blood and water filling her eyes to the brim. She stumbled around on the ice, looking for somebody...anybody. She couldn't fly or walk properly yet, so it was a relief when she smashed straight into a SkyWing. The dragon yelped, his scales heavily bombarded by the rain as he covered another dragon with his body. He was hiding in a small clump of bushes outside the SkyWing palace, cowering from the raid of IceWings. Agony heard bloodcurdling shrieks of pain in the distance, the loud smash of bombs and the crackling of ice and frostbreath. The dragon in front of her screamed hoarsely when he saw her, her neck crookedly bent, her chest torn open and her eyes staring blankly. Almost all the blood had drained out from Agony's...body, leaving her scales white and pale. "Sky!?" he cried out, cradling Agony's head in his talons, causing a confused stare from the other dragon. "Sky, no...no no, are you okay? Can you hear me?" he muttered to Agony, rocking back and forth on his talons. "Can you hear me?" Tears dripped from his eyes onto the dried river of blood gushing from Agony's mouth. 
Agony looked up in wonder at the dragon above her. She dearly wished she could say something, or comfort him in some way, but she hadn't the tools yet...she had just hatched, hadn't she? Agony looked down at her claws, wondering why they were so large. You see, Agony was inhabiting her dear adoptive mother's body...and he hadn't the slightest clue. 
=== Relationships ===
Torture
Agony always felt this strange pull to Torture--well, maybe not that strange, as they both had unhealable scars running across their bodies. But something else was amiss about this dragon, just as something was amiss about her. She had a feeling...but she still cannot figure it out. 
 
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