Wings of Fire Survivors

= Hiii! =
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Also, feel free to steal any of these names! they are nameless ocs I do not care about them...
I just used the SkyWing name gen on google hehe
= Warning =
This page has violence, gore, blood, and other concerning stuff.
Please excuse me but to fit this I had to make rapidly changing POVs, so they will be in there *gestures vaguely*
= Summary =
6 dragons are randomly selected from the SkyWing tribe (I did SkyWings because they don’t have any good superpowers that clog things up.) and brought to the headquarters. Animus power is responsible. It also removes their fire and memories.
They will be then be tested in a fight for survival as they struggle against the elements of the wild.
= Beginning =
Smoke blinked awake.
Where am I?
Who am I?
She was in a cold concrete room, with five other SkyWings. Also, she was very cold, but not outside cold. She tried to breath fire, but only her breath came out.
She shivered, and suddenly a great voice boomed from hidden speakers around the cell.
”Welcome, contestants!”
Contestants?
”Today you will be assigned a partner so you can work in 3 groups of 2.”
”The first test of survival! The DESERT!”
The desert? Survival? What is going on here?
A slight buzzing sound, and then another SkyWing stood next to Smoke. “Hi.” He said.
”Hi.”
The loudspeaker continued.
”The rules are very simple! The first dragon to die, they and their teammate will be dead and the rest will go on to the next challenge!”
Smoke glanced at the other SkyWing. So his survival depended on mine?
”Oh and one more thing: wings aren’t allowed.”
Whats that supposed to mean?
Pain bloomed on her shoulders as her wings disappeared, then the pain was gone.
”Are you ready?”
No, not really, Smoke thought.
The buzzing sound again, but it grew louder and louder until Smoke’s ears hurt, and then darkness covered everything.
= Desert =
POV: Harpy
Heat.
That was the only thing in the world right now. 
Harpy opened his eyes. Smoke was laying beside him, his partner apparently. The land around him wavered with heat lines. 
"Smoke. Smoke, get up." Harpy whispered. Smoke blinked awake and yelped as sweat ran into her eyes. "We need to find a cool place." Harpy said.
"I think there's a mesa-like thing over there," Smoke pointed. "Maybe there's shade there." 
"Good idea." They started the trek.
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POV: Buzzard
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