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Quintessence flew through the clouds over the vast expanse of desert as he made his way towards Nightwing territory. The animus school was located on the outer islands of the Nightwing grounds. The animus school had been made by Queen Dreamcatcher of the Nightwings. She had seen the struggles of untrained raw animus magic in her own family and knew there must be some way dealing with it. So she had decided to make an animus school inside one of the mountains on an island off the coast of Nightwing territory. The weather was relatively chilly; bitter rain, almost unbearable wind and a freezing unforgiving sea, but when the weather was nice it was a pretty nice place for a school. For lunch the students would go and eat outside along the path that lead them to their stone huts that they stayed in, or go finish up on schoolwork. And Quin was not having it. Quin’s father had forced him to go on the behalf of his safety, for Quin’s mother’s idea of fun was working as a capo and murdering dragons. It had taken him awhile to give in to his father’s plan. He could not imagine leaving his frail, ink stained father with a murderous spy, mixing poisons in the kitchen while he flew off to who knows where! And for awhile he didn’t leave, but then his father was killed by a crook and his mother locked him up in the house. For two years he was battered with harsh words and death threats; being thrown at the walls, stealing from food carts just to fill his belly, until he couldn’t take it anymore and left. Which ended him up where he was now. Flying over a black dragon filled land where there wasn’t anything for miles but caves, ravines, and mountainous landscape. The wind picked up as he flew over the sea and salty spray, his green bamboo imprinted scarf flapping in the breeze. When he finally arrived to the rocky island where his school was, he knew he was definitely late. He trotted over the cobblestone path as he dropped off his bag at his stone hut and crept into the main room off the school and tried his best to hide, hoping nobody would bother him.
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Quintessence flew through the clouds over the vast expanse of desert as he made his way towards Nightwing territory. The animus school was located on the outer islands of the Nightwing grounds. The animus school had been made by Queen Dreamcatcher of the Nightwings. She had seen the struggles of untrained raw animus magic in her own family and knew there must be some way dealing with it. So she had decided to make an animus school inside one of the mountains on an island off the coast of Nightwing territory. The weather was relatively chilly; bitter rain, almost unbearable wind and a freezing unforgiving sea, but when the weather was nice it was a pretty nice place for a school. For lunch the students would go and eat outside along the path that lead them to their stone huts that they stayed in, or go finish up on schoolwork. And Quin was not having it. Quin’s father had forced him to go on the behalf of his safety, for Quin’s mother’s idea of fun was working as a capo and murdering dragons. It had taken him awhile to give in to his father’s plan. He could not imagine leaving his frail, ink stained father with a murderous spy, mixing poisons in the kitchen while he flew off to who knows where! And for awhile he didn’t leave, but then his father was killed by a crook and his mother locked him up in the house. For two years he was battered with harsh words and death threats; being thrown at the walls, stealing from food carts just to fill his belly, until he couldn’t take it anymore and left. Which ended him up where he was now. Flying over a black dragon filled land where there wasn’t anything for miles but caves, ravines, and mountainous landscape. The wind picked up as he flew over the sea and salty spray, his green bamboo imprinted scarf flapping in the breeze. When he finally arrived to the rocky island where his school was, he knew he was definitely late. He trotted over the cobblestone path as he dropped off his bag at his stone hut and crept into the main room off the school and tried his best to hide, hoping nobody would bother him.
((got it! hmmm I'll start off with just Mystique, lol))
Mystique dropped down on the island, peering nervously at the entrance. She could see many dragons gathering inside, where the Opening Ceremony was supposed to begin. The dragons, from various different backgrounds, seemed pretty awkward at first, but quickly became friends, chatting and laughing loudly.
Feeling out of place and a little awkward, Mystique retreated to the corner, where fewer dragons seemed to be. If only she could be so good at making friends.
Instead, Mystique felt a little overwhelmed by the different music that seemed to be floating around her, varying diversely, some light and nervous, quick and hurried, and even one that seemed slow and ominous.
Scales becoming darker, Mystique seemed to hide behind her wings- the more she wanted to make friends, the more it just didn't seem to work out. Now, with the goal of making a few close, lifelong friends, Mystique had gotten herself into who knows what, headache forming from the excessive music.
The music quieted down when a large Nightwing had cleared her throat impatiently, demanding silence. The music carried on though, as the dragons thought in light, hushed tones.
As the Nightwing began to ramble about the school, history, importance, blah blah blah, Mystique's mind wandered, and she tried intensely to at least look focused.
Her efforts were in vain, however, when a Sandwing entered quietly, trying his best to remain unnoticed. His thoughts, represented as music, seemed to convey annoyance, gradually becoming louder and louder, drowning out the music of the others.
((got it! hmmm I'll start off with just Mystique, lol))
Mystique dropped down on the island, peering nervously at the entrance. She could see many dragons gathering inside, where the Opening Ceremony was supposed to begin. The dragons, from various different backgrounds, seemed pretty awkward at first, but quickly became friends, chatting and laughing loudly.
Feeling out of place and a little awkward, Mystique retreated to the corner, where fewer dragons seemed to be. If only she could be so good at making friends.
Instead, Mystique felt a little overwhelmed by the different music that seemed to be floating around her, varying diversely, some light and nervous, quick and hurried, and even one that seemed slow and ominous.
Scales becoming darker, Mystique seemed to hide behind her wings- the more she wanted to make friends, the more it just didn't seem to work out. Now, with the goal of making a few close, lifelong friends, Mystique had gotten herself into who knows what, headache forming from the excessive music.
The music quieted down when a large Nightwing had cleared her throat impatiently, demanding silence. The music carried on though, as the dragons thought in light, hushed tones.
As the Nightwing began to ramble about the school, history, importance, blah blah blah, Mystique's mind wandered, and she tried intensely to at least look focused.
Her efforts were in vain, however, when a Sandwing entered quietly, trying his best to remain unnoticed. His thoughts, represented as music, seemed to convey annoyance, gradually becoming louder and louder, drowning out the music of the others.
Quintessence watched the hustle and bustle of dragons around him; mostly seawing, icewing and Nightwing, with off course a few skywings with their fire scales. He was the only sandwing. The excited laughter and chatter died down as a huge Nightwing stood on a balcony above them. She was the color of obsidian and her star speckled wings glowed like the brightest of moons. She was covered in gold silks which matched he strange golden eyes. She gave off fierce energy with aggression in her voice and evil seemed to leak from her scales. He knew at once that this was Queen Dreamcatcher of the nightwings; the owner of the school. Although Dreamcatcher had never done anything necessarily bad, she was still quite passive and gave Quin the creeps.
As she finished her speech, she directed everyone to the dining haul for a welcoming feast. This was exactly the opposite of what Quin wanted. great, more social interaction with way too much physical contact. He scowled, in annoyance before remembering how hungry he was. He looked down at his talons seeing how frail they were, there was no doubt in his mind that his once handsome face was bony as well. He sighed again, letting out a few sparks from his nostrils as he made his way to the dining haul.
Quintessence watched the hustle and bustle of dragons around him; mostly seawing, icewing and Nightwing, with off course a few skywings with their fire scales. He was the only sandwing. The excited laughter and chatter died down as a huge Nightwing stood on a balcony above them. She was the color of obsidian and her star speckled wings glowed like the brightest of moons. She was covered in gold silks which matched he strange golden eyes. She gave off fierce energy with aggression in her voice and evil seemed to leak from her scales. He knew at once that this was Queen Dreamcatcher of the nightwings; the owner of the school. Although Dreamcatcher had never done anything necessarily bad, she was still quite passive and gave Quin the creeps.
As she finished her speech, she directed everyone to the dining haul for a welcoming feast. This was exactly the opposite of what Quin wanted. great, more social interaction with way too much physical contact. He scowled, in annoyance before remembering how hungry he was. He looked down at his talons seeing how frail they were, there was no doubt in his mind that his once handsome face was bony as well. He sighed again, letting out a few sparks from his nostrils as he made his way to the dining haul.
Mystique watched as the dragons filled the dining hall, chatting among themselves. The food queue seemed to grow exponentially, and Mystique scrambled in line quickly. A few dragons used animus magic to grab their food without lining up, causing some heated arguments between the dragons.
Grabbing some fruit quickly, Mystique retreated to the edge of the cave, escaping the loud shouts, while she quietly analyzed the music, searching for anyone she knew.
Slicing open a melon, Mystique felt mildly disappointed that she didn't know a single dragon here, but honestly, it would've been more surprising if she did, since the Rainwings didn't have animus dragons.
Sifting through the strands of music, she realized there was a dragon she sort of knew, although he didn't know she existed. The Sandwing who had arrived late had just entered, radiating discontent.
Hmmmm...should I approach him, or not?
Mystique knew what she should do, if she wanted to make friends, but she just didn't want to. It was so hard for her to approach other dragons, after all. But if she didn't start now, she'd have to go through the school year, alone, putting off meeting new dragons.
Sighing, Mystique tentatively approached the Sandwing, hoping that he wouldn't regard her with the same annoyance that he seemed to hold towards the others.
"Hello! I'm Mystique...uhh...what's your name?"
Mystique watched as the dragons filled the dining hall, chatting among themselves. The food queue seemed to grow exponentially, and Mystique scrambled in line quickly. A few dragons used animus magic to grab their food without lining up, causing some heated arguments between the dragons.
Grabbing some fruit quickly, Mystique retreated to the edge of the cave, escaping the loud shouts, while she quietly analyzed the music, searching for anyone she knew.
Slicing open a melon, Mystique felt mildly disappointed that she didn't know a single dragon here, but honestly, it would've been more surprising if she did, since the Rainwings didn't have animus dragons.
Sifting through the strands of music, she realized there was a dragon she sort of knew, although he didn't know she existed. The Sandwing who had arrived late had just entered, radiating discontent.
Hmmmm...should I approach him, or not?
Mystique knew what she should do, if she wanted to make friends, but she just didn't want to. It was so hard for her to approach other dragons, after all. But if she didn't start now, she'd have to go through the school year, alone, putting off meeting new dragons.
Sighing, Mystique tentatively approached the Sandwing, hoping that he wouldn't regard her with the same annoyance that he seemed to hold towards the others.
"Hello! I'm Mystique...uhh...what's your name?"
Quin felt his temper grow shorter the more dragons bumped and pushed into him. When he finally made it to the food, he angrily grabbed some cooked chicken and stomped outside. The moons were so clear from here and he could here the splash of ocean waves crashing against sharp rocks. A cold breeze came through; howling softly. The winglets had been carved on a slab of wood and hung up outside every stone dorm.
Quin found himself longing for his desert home and he quickly shook off the thought. He certainly did not want to be in the same room as His demonic, psychopath of a mother. Quin finished his chicken and rummaged through his bag for his prized possession. His plant. Plants were the only thing he could talk to without feeling judged or wary. Plants keep your secrets. plants don’t throw you at the walls and starve you. He stroked the leaves gently. Seeing how they were starting wilt from lack of water he got up to find his way to a brook, when he heard a dragon’s voice.
He froze. Ice rocketing through his body. Do they know who I am? What do they want from me? When he was finally able to breath again, he quickly shoved his plant back into his satchel pocket. “Ah, Mystiqye. I’m Quin.” He finished after he took a moment to comprehend what she had said.
Quin felt his temper grow shorter the more dragons bumped and pushed into him. When he finally made it to the food, he angrily grabbed some cooked chicken and stomped outside. The moons were so clear from here and he could here the splash of ocean waves crashing against sharp rocks. A cold breeze came through; howling softly. The winglets had been carved on a slab of wood and hung up outside every stone dorm.
Quin found himself longing for his desert home and he quickly shook off the thought. He certainly did not want to be in the same room as His demonic, psychopath of a mother. Quin finished his chicken and rummaged through his bag for his prized possession. His plant. Plants were the only thing he could talk to without feeling judged or wary. Plants keep your secrets. plants don’t throw you at the walls and starve you. He stroked the leaves gently. Seeing how they were starting wilt from lack of water he got up to find his way to a brook, when he heard a dragon’s voice.
He froze. Ice rocketing through his body. Do they know who I am? What do they want from me? When he was finally able to breath again, he quickly shoved his plant back into his satchel pocket. “Ah, Mystiqye. I’m Quin.” He finished after he took a moment to comprehend what she had said.
As the dragon answered, Mystique's emotions lifted. She had thought she'd made a huge mistake when Quin had initially looked up, with a look of what almost seemed like fear on his face, pausing before he answered.
A grin spread across her face, as she realized she hadn't been mistaken, seeing the dragon carefully tuck away his plant. Even if he seemed a little angry on the outside, she hoped he was caring on the inside, like a few dragons she knew. Maybe this dragon was the one that she could befriend, although he didn't seem to want friends at the moment.
Mystique's scales brightened, and she tried not to laugh happily, as she was sure he would judge her for that. She'd never been the best at starting conversations, so Mystique thought for a minute, searching for what to say.
Remembering his slightly wilting plant, an idea popped into her head. Although he didn't seem to want her to see the plants, surely she could mention it without causing him to recoil defensively? Although it might cause her to appear too energetic...
She hoped he wouldn't judge.
"Hey Quin, don't you think it's kind of hot here? I'm sort of thirsty...want to go find a water source?"
As the dragon answered, Mystique's emotions lifted. She had thought she'd made a huge mistake when Quin had initially looked up, with a look of what almost seemed like fear on his face, pausing before he answered.
A grin spread across her face, as she realized she hadn't been mistaken, seeing the dragon carefully tuck away his plant. Even if he seemed a little angry on the outside, she hoped he was caring on the inside, like a few dragons she knew. Maybe this dragon was the one that she could befriend, although he didn't seem to want friends at the moment.
Mystique's scales brightened, and she tried not to laugh happily, as she was sure he would judge her for that. She'd never been the best at starting conversations, so Mystique thought for a minute, searching for what to say.
Remembering his slightly wilting plant, an idea popped into her head. Although he didn't seem to want her to see the plants, surely she could mention it without causing him to recoil defensively? Although it might cause her to appear too energetic...
She hoped he wouldn't judge.
"Hey Quin, don't you think it's kind of hot here? I'm sort of thirsty...want to go find a water source?"
“I guess.” Quin replied nonchalantly, suddenly thinking about his plant. He got up and walked along the cobblestone path through the village of stone dorms. Some dragons had already finished eating and were back in their dorms; organizing their things and chatting with the other dragons in their winglet. He walked the path, looking back every now and then to see if Mystique was following. She seemed like an ok dragon, she wasn’t annoying or overly cheery like other dragons that wanted to socialize with him. Bleh. Those dragons were like caramel corn, sticky and Overly sweet, so much so that they gave you a headache. She seemed different. But he knew that he would eventually get overly annoyed and probably freak her out. Quin made his way out of the winglets and onto a dirt path that lead up around an overhang and through a few hills. It was cold up here and he shivered, wrapping his scarf tighter around him. Finally they ended up finding a small brook. Without hesitation, Quin sat down, took out his small plant and cupped his hands in the brook; pouring the water on his plant. The water felt cool and fresh on his battered talons. He suddenly realized how vulnerable he felt and cupped his wings around himself, hiding his plant. He looked down into the water again, seeing the expression of wariness in his brown eyes, which he quickly tried to hide.
“I guess.” Quin replied nonchalantly, suddenly thinking about his plant. He got up and walked along the cobblestone path through the village of stone dorms. Some dragons had already finished eating and were back in their dorms; organizing their things and chatting with the other dragons in their winglet. He walked the path, looking back every now and then to see if Mystique was following. She seemed like an ok dragon, she wasn’t annoying or overly cheery like other dragons that wanted to socialize with him. Bleh. Those dragons were like caramel corn, sticky and Overly sweet, so much so that they gave you a headache. She seemed different. But he knew that he would eventually get overly annoyed and probably freak her out. Quin made his way out of the winglets and onto a dirt path that lead up around an overhang and through a few hills. It was cold up here and he shivered, wrapping his scarf tighter around him. Finally they ended up finding a small brook. Without hesitation, Quin sat down, took out his small plant and cupped his hands in the brook; pouring the water on his plant. The water felt cool and fresh on his battered talons. He suddenly realized how vulnerable he felt and cupped his wings around himself, hiding his plant. He looked down into the water again, seeing the expression of wariness in his brown eyes, which he quickly tried to hide.
Mystique tried to hide her grin, watching as Quin watered his plants, attempting to hide his prized possession. She believed she sort of knew how he felt, hearing the musical notes, jumbled and light, rush through her head, both warm and careful.
Splashing loudly into the brook besides him, Mystique felt the familiar surge of the water, gently shoving her downstream, and could no longer contain her grin. She had always loved the water, for the ripples and splashes against her scales made it seem like it was talking to her, singing gently, a quiet symphony among nature. The rivers had been her favorite place in the Rainwing kingdom, given that the Rainwings tended to hang out with their own kind, and not a hybrid, who couldn't play any of their camouflage-involving games.
As much as Mystique had seemed to think she had approached the stream for Quin's sake, for his plant, she had done so for herself as well. If all went well, this might be a goodbye to the streams, who had once provided company for her in her darkest hours.
Sighing happily, Mystique anticipated meeting the other dragons in her winglet, hoping Quinn would be in there as well.
Mystique tried to hide her grin, watching as Quin watered his plants, attempting to hide his prized possession. She believed she sort of knew how he felt, hearing the musical notes, jumbled and light, rush through her head, both warm and careful.
Splashing loudly into the brook besides him, Mystique felt the familiar surge of the water, gently shoving her downstream, and could no longer contain her grin. She had always loved the water, for the ripples and splashes against her scales made it seem like it was talking to her, singing gently, a quiet symphony among nature. The rivers had been her favorite place in the Rainwing kingdom, given that the Rainwings tended to hang out with their own kind, and not a hybrid, who couldn't play any of their camouflage-involving games.
As much as Mystique had seemed to think she had approached the stream for Quin's sake, for his plant, she had done so for herself as well. If all went well, this might be a goodbye to the streams, who had once provided company for her in her darkest hours.
Sighing happily, Mystique anticipated meeting the other dragons in her winglet, hoping Quinn would be in there as well.
When Quin was satisfied with the amount of dousing on his plant, he tucked it away back into his satchel made of old theatre ropes. He noticed Mystique grinning. Happy dragons. What was there to be happy about when the world was so cruel? Well, then again she probably had lived a better life then he did. Then he realized she was probably grinning at the fact he was watering his plant and he scowled, trying to hide his look of embarrassment.
( Sorry it’s so short ^^; )
When Quin was satisfied with the amount of dousing on his plant, he tucked it away back into his satchel made of old theatre ropes. He noticed Mystique grinning. Happy dragons. What was there to be happy about when the world was so cruel? Well, then again she probably had lived a better life then he did. Then he realized she was probably grinning at the fact he was watering his plant and he scowled, trying to hide his look of embarrassment.
( Sorry it’s so short ^^; )
(lol it's okay I didn't give you much to work with xd)
Noticing his discontent, Mystique forced herself to stop smiling, although the more she did, the harder it seemed to be. Pulling herself out of the river, Mystique stretched out her wings, allowing the wind to dry them off.
"Wow, I can't wait to find my winglet!" she remarked, attempting to strike up a conversation. "I hope we're in the same one!"
Hating how she seemed overly cheerful, Mystique's smile faded, slightly frustrated with herself. Even she would be annoyed if someone talked to her like that.
"Hmmm...should we go find our winglets? I don't know whose in mine yet, do you?" She had noticed the dragons grouped seemingly according to their winglets, and had sort of wanted to ask them how they'd known. Or perhaps she was just kind of oblivious, and the Nightwing had announced them in her speech, or mailed them in the letters.
To be honest, she wouldn't be that surprised if someone had announced them already.
((oof mine is pretty short too...also I might introduce Caiman in next post? idk maybe he's in her winglet. you think all of them should be in the same winglet?))
(lol it's okay I didn't give you much to work with xd)
Noticing his discontent, Mystique forced herself to stop smiling, although the more she did, the harder it seemed to be. Pulling herself out of the river, Mystique stretched out her wings, allowing the wind to dry them off.
"Wow, I can't wait to find my winglet!" she remarked, attempting to strike up a conversation. "I hope we're in the same one!"
Hating how she seemed overly cheerful, Mystique's smile faded, slightly frustrated with herself. Even she would be annoyed if someone talked to her like that.
"Hmmm...should we go find our winglets? I don't know whose in mine yet, do you?" She had noticed the dragons grouped seemingly according to their winglets, and had sort of wanted to ask them how they'd known. Or perhaps she was just kind of oblivious, and the Nightwing had announced them in her speech, or mailed them in the letters.
To be honest, she wouldn't be that surprised if someone had announced them already.
((oof mine is pretty short too...also I might introduce Caiman in next post? idk maybe he's in her winglet. you think all of them should be in the same winglet?))
