I apologize for the lazy thumbnail xD UP COMING WOF WHAT IF AUDIOBOOK: What if Orca killed Coral for the throne? Want to be a cover artist for a future What If episode? Fill out this form below! Not invited form: links to art of dragons (must include at least one SeaWing art piece and at least one drawing with a full background)//why you want to join//how active are you?//Have you read Wings of Fire, and if so, which books in the series?//who from WOF do you like to draw the most? (optional)// any Qs or notes invited form: how active are you?//who from WOF do you like to draw the most? (optional)//which Wof books have you read?// any Qs or notes If I don't reply, just assume that's my way of politely declining
ARTISTS: @Ixchel1 (likes to draw g0re @_Snowy-On-Scratch_ (not always available) @onethought (will draw Orca) @-Phililiah- (does 1 or 2) @DittoMaster2 (can do multiple, likes Turtle) @Snicker_Doodlesss @-DrawingPeril- (ice, sand, and hive are favs) @hOr53y @strawberryrainwing (likes colorful @GlacierWolf_WoF (prefers SeaWings and SandWings @DragonPlusMaster @Odd_little_thing (scarlet (Shark attacking Orca) STORY SNEAK PEEK (edits in process, not final version) Orca confidently flew up into the throne room, her back straightened, and she gracefully landed in front of her majesty, neglecting to bow before Coral. “Orca, why are you here? I told you I have important matters to attend to." Queen Coral's gaze narrowed, noticing her daughter's cocky expression and refusal to bow before her queen and own mother. “I to have some matters to deal with." Orca smiled maliciously, her voice was steady and still, full of confidence and pleasure. “Mother;” She suddenly spoke loudly, her voice seeming to shake the pavilion beneath them. “I challenge you for the throne of the SeaWings." Coral gasped, her front talons gripped the armrests to her glorious throne and she sat leaning forward, sitting up straighter, her eyes widening. “But Princess Orca, my dear, you are too young! I beg you to reconsider! You hardly have enough training to pull off such a daring--” Orca cut in, not letting her mother finish. “You know how it works, MOTHER!” The slowly growing crowd gasps at the sudden lashing out of the overly-confident challenger. “We'll fight. Whoever is the last standing is the Queen of the SeaWings.”
