The Patchwork Madness

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This is a short story behind the origin of one of my OCs, Patchwork. It follows the antagonist, Hapuka, a descendant of Fathom and an insane animus dragon, as she kidnaps several dragons to use in her twisted experiment. It's a little graphic at times. 
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It was a regular day in the rainforest. Dragons were soaring through the treetops in all directions, vibrant colors peeking out from behind the trunks and leaves. The weather was perfect. Not a cloud in sight. Hapuka smiled and curled her webbed talons around the branch she was sitting on. This was the best time to kidnap an unsuspecting RainWing.
Or two.
She set her glittering blue-black eyes on a brother duo holding baskets of fruit. They were leaving the village, out of sight from the other dragons. The small lavender one laughed heartily and nudged the taller green and yellow one with his shoulder. Hapuka couldn’t help flashing her scales in glee as she watched them disappear into the forest. They were perfect for her experiment.
She drifted down quietly, avoiding all the leaves and vines around her deftly. The two RainWings were picking berries off of a bush with their backs turned to her. Hapuka pulled out the blowgun she had stolen from the healer’s hut and put a dart in it. She aimed it at the purple dragon, and shot.
A small whistling noise and a thunk. The indigo dragon yelped, the scales on his ruff briefly turning white and green. The green one panicked. He took a deep breath and tried to call out for help, but a whizzing sound and another thunk incapasitated him as well. Both dragons fell over into a tangle of scales and wings.
Hapuka paced over and grinned with all of her teeth. Perfect. She rested a talon on both of them, checking their pulses. They were rapidly slowing down, and eventually stayed at a slow pace as they fell into a deeper sleep. She took out her enchanted pendant and touched it to each of them, sending them off to her cave for later.
She had a SkyWing to catch.
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Sable was a simple dragon. He enjoyed flying, and he enjoyed drawing. So he became a cartographer, which was perfect. So many maps of random little areas that he had found were plastered all over his cave. His wife hated it.
Clouds brushed his wings as he glided over the island he was charting. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the ocean spray. The Kingdom of the Sea was one of his favorite places to go to, so different from the mountainous Sky Kingdom. Out here he was free to fly and dive into the water with no one watching him.
Or so he thought.
Sable put a few more marks onto his scroll, completing the small map he had made of this island. He rolled it up, beat his wings, and soared over to the next island off in the distance.
When he got to the island, he glanced down to make sure there were no SeaWings nearby. He spotted two off on the far shore, but they didn’t seem like a threat. Dipping his claw in the small inkwell attached to his board, he began to sketch.
It wasn’t until a while later that he realised the SeaWings were fighting. It was a strange fight, though, unlike anything he had ever seen. The green one was running from the one with almost black blue scales. It seemed like all the birds in the Bay of a Thousand Scales were attacking the running dragon, pecking at her wings and screeching in her ears. As Sable swooped closer on his orange wings, he heard the dark blue one laughing like a maniac as one of the stormy petrels pecked out an eye on the screaming green dragon.
Sable hissed and tackled the chortling blue dragoness as he exited a swift dive. They flew across the sand, and the SeaWing screamed with fury. Sable tried to pin her down, but her scales were slick and she kicked him in the stomach, sending him tumbling. They circled each other, growling. He tried to lunge at her but his back talons were tangled in something.
He looked back, seeing kelp come out of the ocean and wrap around his tail, his back, his wings. He was being swallowed in it, and try as he might, he couldn’t claw it off or wriggle out of it. The blue SeaWing bowed her head down and grinned evilly at him as the seaweed covered his head and eyes. 
All he could hear was laughter, screaming, and bird shrieks as his vision turned black.
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Moulin was completely lost. It had been a tough training session in the bitter cold. When the blizzard came, she thought she was following her wing. When it let up a little though, she had no clue where she was. At all.
She could have sworn she heard her commander’s voice calling for her and a moon globe floating in the distance. But everytime she got close to it, it vanished and she heard the voice somewhere else. It was confusing. The snow covered her wings and ice clung to her tail.
“Moulin!”
There it was again!
“Moulin, where are you?”
“I’m over here!” she shouted, jumping up and running towards the moon globe. But when she got close to it, it blinked out again. Her pace slowed, twisting her head around to try and see where it went. It was gone. For the FIFTH TIME.
Moulin collapsed, pulling her frigid wings in close around her. If she didn’t get back soon, she would get kicked out of the IceWing army and drop down at least two circles. The blizzard didn’t matter. She had to stick to the fragile hope that the storm would let up and she could go home.
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After what felt like hours in the snow, the blizzard finally disappeared. Moulin heard her commander’s voice yet again. She heaved herself out of the snowdrift she was buried in and clambered on to the fresh snow layer. 
“Aha, there you are. Took you long enough.” Commander Pingu said snidely. He tossed her a moon globe. “Come on, the Queen is not pleased about this.”
Moulin’s wings drooped. Yep, she was in trouble. She hoped that she had avoided the harsher consequences, but apparently not.
“Is there anything I can do to change her mind?” she said meekly.
“No.”
She frowned softly, touching the silver circle on the chain around her neck. She had been in the first circle for so long. Now she would have to claw her way back up again. Tears began welling up in her eyes and she ducked her head away.
“Aw, dearie, don’t cry,”
Moulin’s head snapped up. Her commander was gone. In his place stood a tall SeaWing with dark blue scales and yellow accents. She was huge, almost as big as the queen herself. Her snout was twisted into a foul smile and her scales seemed to radiate heat. She spread her wings and stepped towards Moulin.
“Who are you?! Where is Pingu?” Moulin hissed, getting into a battle stance. “How did you get past the ice wall-”
“Shh…”
The SeaWing reached out and rested a claw on Moulin’s snout. She suddenly lost her balance, her white body toppling over into the snow. As her head slammed into the compacted powder, her jaw slammed onto the ground and she bit off the tip of her tongue. Blood seeped out of her mouth and stained the snow a dark blue color.
Moulin couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, try as she might. As the darkness took her, she heard the mysterious dragon giggle softly.
“I’m going to make you into something glorious.”
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It had been a long few months of hunting down the right dragons. Hapuka still couldn’t find a NightWing. It was a shame, their wings were so pretty. She would have loved to give her glorious creation those glittering stars. But she had to make do with what she had, sadly.
She pulled out her knife and approached the 7 dragons she had immobilized with chains and a little bit of magic. The RainWings, she would deal with last. First, she wanted to cut off all the dangerous bits of the others.
Biliby’s talons shook as the insane SeaWing approached him, staring at his tail barb and spinning the brutally sharp dagger in her claws. He had been abducted a few months ago and stuck in this terrifying cavern. More and more dragons showed up every week, including a Mudwing named Bracken and a SeaWing named Driftwood. They all looked extremely sick, and Driftwood was missing an eye.
Hapuka lunged forwards suddenly and stabbed Biliby in the base of his tail. He screamed in pain as the blood dripped down, spattering on the cave floor. She continued sawing through it until it dropped to the floor, twitching.
Blood covered her talons as she scratched her grinning snout. She looked absolutely deranged. Hapuka then turned towards the IceWing and did the same thing, further down her tail, cutting the spikes off as she howled. Biliby wished he could just die. The SeaWing made it to where none of the kidnapped dragons could pass away. They could still feel pain though. Crimson still dripped from where his tail should have been.
He shut his eyes as she dug out the RainWing’s fangs with her violet stained dagger through the screeching. That was the worst part of it all. At least, he thought it was.
When Hapuka finished ripping out the venom fangs, she swung the blade in a brutal arc and cut the older RainWings’ head clean off. It fell to the floor and turned pure white, eyes rolling up into the back of his head, body going limp. The younger one screamed, staring at his brother’s head as Hapuka picked it up and carried it over to a stone table.
Biliby turned away, sick to his stomach. Hapuka continued to saw parts off of the others, filling the room with blood and screaming. His talons were slick with a vile coating of red and blue. He fainted as she walked towards him. It spared him from even more pain.
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Hapuka rinsed her claws off in a small bowl of water and turned towards the stone platform. She had already disposed of the body parts she didn’t need and cleaned up the huge puddle of blood. Now all she has left were the wonderful pieces of her creation on her stone table, all laid out and cleaned up.
She grabbed her specially enchanted thread and needle, looping it and getting it ready. The RainWing head would be stitched to the SkyWing neck, and she would put that on the IceWing torso. After that part was done, she would attach the wings from the MudWing and SkyWing, and the front leg from the other RainWing. Then, the SandWing hip and MudWing leg would go on, and finally the SeaWing tail would be sewn on at the end.
Hapuka clapped her talons in glee. It was working out so well. She wasn’t sure why exactly she was doing this, but she didn’t care. It was her magic, her soul, and her mind. She could do what she wanted, so there.
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It took a long while, but all the pieces were finally put together. She made it stand up with her magic, looking it over and making sure it all fit together. Hapuka frowned at the head. Without the fangs, it just didn’t look right. But she couldn’t just give it back a really deadly weapon, now could she?
She sat and thought about it for a while. An idea popped into her head and she rushed over to the SkyWing’s dismembered head and ripped out its fangs. Hapuka bounced back over to her creation, opened its mouth and jammed the teeth in the holes where the old ones were. There, it had fangs, and couldn’t spit venom. Perfect.
Now she just needed to figure out what to call it before she brought it back to life.
Amalgamation?
No, sounds too goopy.
Stitch?
No, it’s far too beautiful for a silly name like that.
Patchwork?
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Yes, Patchwork fit.
“Hello there, Patchwork, my beautiful creature,” she said happily, circling around the beast. “Would you like to come back to life? I bet you would wouldn’t you? Aw, you’re so cute.”
She laughed loudly as she reanimated the stitched together corpses with the spell she carefully crafted. It didn’t seem to work at first, and she started to get upset about it. But the color in the RainWing bits drifted back into its scales and its eyes flickered open, a haunting purple with a completely black sclera.
It worked! Hapuka yelled out in joy as the mishmashed dragon scrambled away from her in fear. 
“Oh come here, my beautiful creation!” she cried out, bounding towards the reanimated dragon.”
“Get away from us!” the creature bellowed, sounding like 4 dragons speaking at once. “You killed us all! And you expect us to love you for it?”
Hapuka skidded to a stop, frowning. “No no, that’s not right. Did I forget a part of the spell?” She reached out towards Patchwork, trying to cast another spell on them. The amalgamation hissed angrily and leapt over her, slapping her in the back of her head with its tail. Hapuka roared and whirled around, but she found herself looking at a completely empty cave. She screamed for hours after that, but she never saw them again.
Patchwork had escaped. They were free.
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