DRAGON GUIDE Fieldwings – Endangered due to cloudwing wars. Can camouflage easily but cannot change its scales. Very suspicious of everything. Light green with pebbly looking tails, white underscales and a tip of soft yellow on snout Desertwings – Can live up to 100 years without water. Covered in scales the color of sand or the sun. Rarely gold. If they have gold it is gold veins under their underscales Cloudwings –pale red dragons that are very fast at flying and have spikes at end of tail and down their back. Breaths fire. Frostwings – Cold survival, super smooth with shades of blue and light gray, very sparkly, and freezing frostbreath. Frostbite is a hybrid of this and a softwing. Softwings – Silk powers, adaptable to most biomes, many colors that blend beautifully (NEVER black), very kind and generous to whole blood dragons. Shimmerstar is a hybrid of this and a starwing. They have wings the shape of a butterfly’s wings. Waterwings – Aquatic rulers, powerful kingdoms, very sly, usually don't attack unless messed with. Can hold breath forever. Cyan or blue dragons that are rarely purple, webbed feet and have fins, fast at swimming Waspwings – Hunters, traps, venom, very strict in orders. Stingers on their tails. Gold or orange with black spots on them. Wing shape like a wasp’s. Treewings – Forest guardians, can't change scales but is good at hiding in the trees. Wings look like leaves. The rest of body is brown. Starwings – Rare, connected to prophecy, some read minds or read the stars. Black or dark blue with white scales scattered all over them like paint was carefully placed one by one. Very pretty compared to other tribes. Very smart but kind. Bloodwings – Not a tribe… but a curse, crave power, created by the red moon. No heart for pity. Black with red on the edges of their wings and tails. Teeth are super sharp as if they were vampires. Viperwings – Purple and black dragons who can spray purple venom. Has a limit to venom. Very sly. Home: unknown. Maskwings – Faces have natural mask-like patterns (not actual masks). Can project illusions into other dragons’ minds (not reading thoughts like Starwings). Illusions are emotional—fear, comfort, confusion. Cannot physically harm with their power. Often misunderstood or feared. Dark colors with mysterious birth marks. Dreamwings – Usually one color but has different shadings. Can create dreams but can only project them when the victim is asleep. Can trap dragons in a dream. Legend says that there is a dragon that trapped all dreamwings in so they live in a place you can only enter in your dream. Looks very mystical. Angelwings – White dragons with sparkles everywhere. Shiny eyes. Literally look like dragon angels. Only seen if the heart is pure. Can grant lives but doing so will result in the angelwing dying. The Beginning of Chaos The Dark Jungle lay heavy beneath the night sky. The air clung thick to every leaf, rich with the scent of moss and decay. Carnivorous plants shifted in the shadows, their jaws snapping at unseen prey. Then— A softwing stalked through the darkness. Her pink scales shimmered faintly as she glided low, wings barely stirring the humid air. She twisted sharply, avoiding a snapping vine, then landed on a jagged rock, claws scraping softly. Her head snapped side to side.Where is it…? Her gaze locked onto a massive oak tree. There. She crouched— —and stepped forward. A heavy shape dropped in front of her.She flinched back in surprise and dread as she saw the bulky treewing. What- “Oh no…” her tail stiffened. “Softjaw.” “What are you doing out here this late?” the treewing rumbled. His muscles showing through his tough scales. Her wings twitched. Think. Butterfly, think. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said quickly. “Thought I’d hunt.” “I’ll come with you.” He began to walk at a fast pace. Butterfly panicked. “NO!” She froze. And Softjaw skidded to a halt. “…I mean, I prefer hunting alone.” A long pause. Then Softjaw snorted, smoke curling from his nostrils in irritation. “Very well.” He stepped aside. And walked away into the shadows. *** Finally. “My egg…” She dropped beside it in relief, pressing her claws to the thin, pinkish shell. It had a slight scrape from the bark, but overall, it was alright. Then— The jungle turned red with a pinkish tint. The moon rose. The plants became wilder. Thrashing and snapping. “AHHH—!” Her body convulsed. Pink scales darkened into black. Wings burned into deep scarlet. Her eyes snapped open. As bloodred as blood. She collapsed into a heap. Glowing. Then she rose. “Finally!” she cackled. A bloodwing. “I enchant this egg…to clone my identity…and my mind.” Silence. Then-a smile. A wicked smile. The kind of an evil mastermind. “My mission is complete.” She grinned to the sky. The red moon sinking beneath the trees. She vanished into the jungle. Only a slither was heard. This is only the beginning of chaos.
Story by me and my 2 friends.
