— Long Backstory in Credits! PRESS SPACE OR CLICK FOR OTHER VERSIONS!!! These are my two OCs, IceFeather and ColorShine (Bad name, I know.)
PLEASE DO NOT USE DESIGNS! Line art by @NightDraws_ (Beautiful job BTW) Backstory for the first one: Icefeather The heavy rain pelted Icefeather’s wings as she struggled to stay aloft. Even as she contemplated turning back and returning into the shelter of her home Icefeather forced herself to continue flying. After all, her home might have been sheltered, -but it wasn’t safe, not with her father around anyway… And not with the royal guard after her either. Ever since Icefeather could remember, her father had absolutely despised her. She wasn’t entirely sure why, she guessed it was because of her very obvious IceWing heritage, but she had never known her father to have a particularly large amount of contempt held towards the IceWings. Icefeather sighed and attempted to blink the water out of her eyes, she couldn’t tell if she was crying or if a raindrop had fallen in her eye. Soon enough, the rain began to subside and the sky began to clear into an astonishingly beautiful purple, red, and lightly tinted blue sunset. Icefeather regarded the sunset with unintentional envy, she wished she could stay longer to admire the beautiful blend of natural colors… -But she couldn’t, she knew very well that unless she wanted to be scratched, bitten, tortured, tied to a post, and burned, she had to keep flying. After what seemed like an eternity of restless flight, Icefeather couldn’t contain herself from landing on a high-up plateau and letting her wings droop in exhaustion. She rested there for a fair amount of time before deciding to retreat into a nearby cave. The cave was obviously vacant as there were no signs of life in the cave or anywhere in its surrounding area, Icefeather took a weary look around anyway, but after a couple minutes of not finding anything she lay down to rest and let the calming, reassuring darkness surround her world. Although sleep came easily, Icefeather’s dreams were dark and disturbing, each one displaying a disconcerting scene from the previous day. Icefeather shivered in her sleep as her current dream set forth a view of the repulsive moment from yesterday, in which Icefeather smiled, a strange, unfamiliar smile as she stood over Queen Moonshifter in her bed. Icefeather then revealed her knife, and quietly, slowly, coldly slid it across the neck of Queen Moonshifter’s previously sleeping body. Icefeather ceased to shiver as a soothing warmth traveled the length of her body, at first this feeling was simply taken as a relieving feeling of heat, but as Icefeather began to gain consciousness she realized that the only thing that could cause heat in such a freezing landscape was… fire. Icefeather was reluctant at first to get to her feet and discover what the source of this sudden heat was, but as the lovely warmth turned into an unenjoyable burning, she forced herself to stand. Icefeather stifled a gasp, the cave was burning. Fire licked at Icefeather’s talons as she wearily backed away from the reaching fire- there was only one way that fire could form in such a barren cold place… bombs, and that meant that the royal guard had found her and she was going to die… (She doesn't die, I will be using this design again for other art and stories... but obviously not the line art.)
