Stoneheart

"I am not heartless, simply soulless." - Stoneheart
GOING THROUGH MAJOR REVAMP.  
Stone-hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
==Description==
Stoneheart has grey scales on her forehead, though the rest of her is white. She has striking red eyes and is considered beautiful by most that she meets. But if you look closely, you can see signs of a stony dragon. Her eyes are cold and hard, like rubies, and her face is always pulled into a frown, even when she seems amused. She enjoys seeing others hurt and had been called 'heartless' by her brother once. To this, she responded, "I'm not heartless, simply soulless." She will kill anyone who puts her in a bad mood, so don't ever step on her tail. She also dislikes lying very much and is usually very blunt. She is also conniving and knows how to get around things, twisting dragon's words to benefit herself. Though most dislike this, it is one of the qualities that caused Frostbite to fall in love with her.
Stone-hard, thus bulletproof glass
==Frostbite==
Frostbite is a trusted soldier of Queen Glacier, and is mostly blue with grey under scales. His eyes are deep blue, like an ocean. He usually patrols the borders of the Ice Kingdom, and was doing so when he heard a voice.
"There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true, and the other is to refuse to believe what is."
A dragon appeared seemingly out of nowhere, with white scales that suggested an IceWing, but large wings that showed a SkyWing. A hybrid, perhaps? But no, her eyes, red and glistening with malice. She was absolutely stunning. But Frostbite wasn't going to let anyone near the Ice Kingdom, beautiful or not. He hissed and drew his spear, long and sharp-ended. "Who are you?" He growled.
She smiled, but her eyes skimmed over him, his spear, his surroundings, and also flicked toward the direction of the palace in sight behind him, just a small speck of ice, glimmering like a diamond. "All alone, I see?"
He growled again, realizing that this would be the perfect time for an ambush.
"There are IceWing guards hidden behind me." He lied. "I wouldn't do anything rash."
The dragon smiled, displaying rows of gleaming razor-sharp teeth. "You're lying." She said cheerfully.
Frostbite chose not to answer, instead poking the dragon with his spear. In a flash, he was pinned down by the dragon, pressed against the sharp stones under him. Snarling, he spun over until she was pinned down instead. She kicked at his stomach and he winced, just for a second. But that second was enough for her, and she leaped up into the sky, her powerful wings propelling her farther into the sky. He didn't bother following her. He knew how fast a SkyWing could fly. He'd be no match for her. Not that he'd ever admit it.
He continued patrolling, and when he returned to the palace, he didn't say a word about the strange dragon. She wasn't important. Besides, she had run off, and would never come back.
But she returned the next week.
And the week after that.
And the week after that.
Every time, it would be the same. He would snarl at her, she would answer with a snarky remark, and they'd start pinning each other down. But as the weeks passed, the visits became more and more frequent, their fighting. Slowing, their talks longer and more meaningful. And that's when Frostbite realized it. He had fallen in love. With a SkyWing. Or a half SkyWing. Stoneheart, as he had come to know her as, never talked about her life. So he never asked. The same thing went for him, as he rarely talked about life in the palace. He was a trusted soldier, and distant royalty, and had his stand in the second circle. Sometimes he complained about his family, "And my sister hates me!" To which she replied, "I can see why,". That had been followed by more pinning down and pushing, along with some vigorous tail-whacking. They had fallen into a routine, one that Frostbite looked forward to every evening.
And then one day he received horrible news.
Frostbite was getting married.
The ceremony was next week, and he was getting married to a noble he didn't even know. He didn't even remember her name. What was it? Shard? Snowy? Frozen? No. Frost. Right. Frost was the daughter of the niece of the brother of the queen. Seriously, she was even more distant then he was. He was the son of the nephew of the queen. Much closer. Right? Anyway, that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was getting married to a dragoness that he didn't even like. She was snobby, and always had this I'm much too important to even look at you expression on her face.
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