Scythe's Journey

NOTICE:
 This comic takes place BEFORE the DeathWing page's revamp, so their world, 
territory, history, powers, and culture will be much different than how it is now.
== Our Prologue Starts In the NightWing Kingdom... ==
== Chapter One: ==
Three talons ghost through the fresh snow, the small traces of 
their footprints quickly being erased by fresh flakes falling from the 
inky sky.  The fourth talon holds a scythe, my namesake, its blade 
curving elegant and deadly in the silver light, gleaming like a fourth 
moon.  I hold it high as I walk up the steps of an abandoned IceWing 
temple, poised to strike.  I love a good entrance.
There, in the dark, almost hiding in the shadows of the cold 
marble pillars, an IceWing-like figure is sillouhetted, its back turned 
to me.  I wasn't expecting it to be this easy...  I take action 
swiftly, crossing the distance in a smooth leap and grabbing him by the 
horns.  To my surprise and horror, they snap off.  I strangle a yelp 
before looking at them closely.  Icicles.  The entire "IceWing" is 
nothing but a dummy molded from snow.  Then where is he...?
Plip.
The noise of a single drop of liquid hitting the ground behind 
me.  He's hiding in the ceiling!  That's the problem with these 
oh-so-clever, complicated plans.  One mistake, and the whole thing is 
ruined... but I guess my brother can't plan for everything.  I launch 
myself into the ceiling, tackling him out of the rafters, hollering 
"Gotcha, Wolf!"  We spar on the ground, ducking and dodging before he 
lands a good blow on my snout.  It hardly even hurts.  Sometimes having a
 bony mask to hide behind is a good thing.  I take advantage of his 
momentary "HA!" of victory to use the blunt end of my scythe, sweeping 
out his legs from under him and pinning him to the ground.
"Ack! Okay!  You win!  Let me up," the pale dragon squirmed out of my 
hold once I loosened it and stood up with a huff.  "...And I would have 
beaten you at your 
hey-I'm-home-and-to-show-how-happy-I-am-to-see-you-I'll-show-you-how-many-ways-I-could-kill-you-in-your-sleep
 routine if it weren't for these moons-cursed talons!"
"I'm happy to see you too, Wolf."  My brother looks every bit of a
 pureblood IceWing, except for his unnaturally bright blue eyes, just like mine, and
 the row of spikes down his back looking like a hedgehog stuck by 
lightning, rather than a clean row of icicles. But those are just minor oddities compared to his talons.  
They continuously drip dark, purplish-black DeathWing venom.  He can 
hide it most of the time if he curls them in, though.  I, on the other 
talon, can't walk through a single stretch of tundra in broad daylight 
without drawing attention.  One of the disadvantages of being a 
hybrid.  I smile before taking out a small ball of fluff from my 
traveling pack.  "And look who else is."  The fluffball uncurled and 
yawned, revealing a little arctic fox, Slush.  It trotted past Wolf, completely ignoring him, and 
into her favorite corner, falling back to sleep.  "She'll perk up.  It's
 been a long trip."
"Was it a successful trip as well?"
"WAS it?"  I dig through my pack again, revealing a sack 
overflowing with gold.  "Queen Scarlet pays her associates well.  What 
about you?"
"Oh... I've just been working job to job, deliver a message here,
 run an errand there, assassinate one aristocrat rival before they 
challenge the other to the Diamond Trial.  You know.  Regular stuff.  
And speaking of diamonds..."  He opens a smaller sack, filled with 
perfect little gemstones glittering as brightly as the teeth of his 
oh-so-smug grin.
"They're not even... that big."  A weak comeback.  His smile just
 widens.  I suddenly realize I've missed him so much.  "Anyway, its been
 a whi-"
"Three months."
"Three months since we've seen each other again.  I think that next time we have a job come up, we should do it together."
"What?  Are you afraid I'll earn more than you alone?"  He shrugs
 off my glare.  "I'm kidding!  Of course I want to!  It's been so long 
since we've collaborated on a mission.  Our skills have both gotten 
stronger.  I'd like to see what we can do together... we just need to 
find a challenge."
"Well... I might have that.  While I was waiting until nightfall..."
"So that you could sneak up on me?"
"Are you done?"
"Maybe.  Please continue."
"I went down one of my secret passages in the Ice Palace just to 
see what sort of chatter I could pick up,  There was something very 
intresting.  A NightWing had somehow washed up on the island.  It was 
still alive in a dungeon somewhere.  I think we should look into that, 
make sure it's not just a rumor... Then maybe break it out and ransom it
 back to them.  Or see if it was running from someone else and sell it 
back to them.  So many possibilities!"
"Sounds like fun.  I've never seen a NightWing before.  Maybe we 
could make it predict the future for u-"  Wolf paused as a smooth slithering 
noise came from the darkness outside, sending chills down both of our 
scales and getting closer.  We should have never moved into a place without a door.  The noise revealed itself when a 
scroll slid across the cold marble floor of the temple, stopping at our 
talons.  I leaped over it and looked outside.  It was pitch black and so
 quiet I could hear every snowflake as it touched down.  Nothing.  
Nobody.  I looked back at Wolf.  I can always tell when he is trying to 
hide his fear. 
Fear.
We are a pair of the most dangerous dragons in 
Pyrrhia.  It is an emotion we do not often feel.  I try to conceal it as
 well, but we see right through each other.  I swipe the scroll from off
the ground.  Inside is neat, practical lettering.  It was written so 
recently that the ink is still wet.  Whoever... Whatever wrote this was 
right outside, listening and writing.  They could still be there right 
now and we wouldn't even notice.  We were dealing with a stealth 
master.  I shake off a shiver and force myself to concentrate and read.
Dear Scythe and Wolf,
I hear you are looking for a challenge.  Look no further.
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