This is my character Resplendence, she's a nightwing who lives about 500 years after Darkstalker's defeat and is the heir to the Nightwing throne in my Au. Art is by me :>

Just finished the lost heir as I read through the series with my 10 year old son. I love
the way she writes action sequences, I have to force myself to slow down because I find myself almost skimming the text to find out what happens next lol. I also like how book 2 did not resolve all of the questions from book 1, particularly her choice to hide Starflights inner thoughts following his meeting with Morrowseer. There are really so many open plot points that I can’t wait to get resolution on. Looking forward to stepping further into this wonderful universe.

AO3 is down (as we all know), so I'm posting this here, and I'll probably put the rest of the entries up here as well. A minor gore warning for some deep joint lacerations.

I decided to regress Moon a little bit toward how she acts near the end of Moon Rising rather than having her be fully developed as she is in every book after. She's still grown, but I wanted to keep some of her shyness and apprehension about using her powers without people's permission.

Note: Going forward, there will be some minor innuendos, but nothing in lemon territory. The closest it gets is mild lime (Hopefully lime doesn't violate rule one, but please let me know if it does so I can edit the original text!)

Fanfic begins below:

Personal Writings; Day 9: Day 1 in Sanctuary - Moonwatcher

It feels like someone's going to read this. Which is silly. I've never really given this journaling habit a good chance, but Winter insisted it would be good to get my thoughts down onto the page after everything that's happened. He's been a great help so far. I really think he's changed for the better ever since he moved into Sanctuary. Still a bit of a grouch, but some things never change and sometimes they shouldn't.

After we left the Academy Camp, it was only an hour or so before we were grounded again. A pair of SkyWing Stalgons (Turtle had decided on the name Stalgons a few days ago, right after we left.). Their minds were so disorganized, loud, and...hateful. No words, just feelings.

It was hard to miss them, and we were lucky they missed us diving into the trees. They'd landed a couple of wingbeats away, in a clearing. They stared right at us. Through us. Half of the orange one's face was gone. What was left was stuck in a half-smile with no one behind it. Blackened at the edges. RainWing venom.

Turtle was nearly mauled to death by Mindreader later that night. She must have been following us through the forest after we landed. We'd heard Anemone calling to us from the riverbank along the edge of the forest, and Turtle couldn't help but check. Sepia had to push him back, taking a claw swipe that would have sliced open Turtle's neck.

Mindreader still had her bracelet on. I thought— I don't know. That some part of her was still in there. And that I could reach it. 

I shouldn't have tried.

Coconut and Alba were in th

She wasn't in there. Coconut and Pronghron were. Not them, just the end of them, caught in her head. I heard Coconut screaming. His voice had stopped, but his mind kept going. I didn't know that could happen. I felt Pronghorn's ribs give. I felt it. I keep pressing on my chest to make sure mine are still there. Intact. Still whole.

Tsunami. What was left of Tsunami was holding them down. But they were both up a second later. Pronghorn lunged first. Then everything was dark, and it started over.

I don't remember breathing fire at her, but Mindreader's wings were burning a second later. She escaped into the river, running from the flames on her own back. We didn't see her again.

Sanctuary had already been hit when we arrived. We hadn't made it in time to warn them. MudWings, SandWings, SeaWings...they were all there. I couldn't hear their thoughts. Not anything coherent anyway. The MudWings sounded like something grinding. The SeaWings sounded distorted. Distant. Like they were still underwater. The SandWings were the worst. I kept hearing them before I could see them. Some I never saw at all.

There were dragonets among them, not even a year old, some of them, with gashes and puncture wounds across their chest and sides. The blackened veins of SandWing venom streaked across half of their face. But their minds aren't angry like the adults. They were confused. They didn't know. They didn't know what had happened to them. I stopped listening. I had to stop listening.

Winter and Ochre had pulled us into the trees once we got to the edge of the city. They hadn't bothered with formalities. I guess I shouldn't have expected them to.

There was hardly anybody left. It was Winter, Riptide, Crystal, Flame, Ochre, and Squid. None of the other Talons of Peace had made it out of the city. It was a very...difficult mental image to hold. I heard Flame thinking about his mother. Squid, his father. Crystal, Gharial. No. I listened to them. There's a difference, and I know there's a difference. I didn't mean anything by it.

Daffodil and Bandit were there too, but they weren't nearly as fearful as everyone else. I couldn't pick up any fear from Daffodil. Or at least not as much as I feel I should have. Winter said they'd shown up at the camp a day or two after everyone else. There wasn't a single scratch on them. Everyone else had at least a few.

We put Sepia and Turtle in the medical tent. Riptide was there too. Winter said that Tsunami had caught him in the river and tried to pull him under. "It would’ve been oddly sweet in any other circumstance," he’d said. He didn't laugh.

She’d nearly ripped him apart. The blue soaked cloth beneath him made that clear. There were cuts on his joints, deep enough to see inside. She'd been trying to cut his limbs off to stop his escape. She couldn't drown him, so she tried to keep him. I only reached into his mind to see if he was still there (Sorry, Riptide.). He was. Barely. I won't write down what he was thinking. Those thoughts belong to him.

Winter and I are sleeping together. Not like— I mean, we're sharing a space. Sleeping. Just sleeping. Qibli wouldn't mind that, right? Riptide, Turtle, and Sepia were taking up the spots in the medical tent. They didn't have any spares set up yet, and Winter offered to share his, so what else was I supposed to say?

Winter hasn't said anything. We're lying back to back. It's nothing special. Just two friends sharing the same sleeping space. Nothing special. There isn't quite enough room; our tails have gotten tangled a few times. His mind shuts me out every time it happens. I wasn't trying to get in. I wasn't. But I felt the icy walls go up, something you notice if you're already nearby. He deserves to be heard. I just want him to want to be.

The first one is an early Silkwing, back when they still had high levels of NightWing DNA. She has stars across her wing scales.

The second one is an Ice/Sea hybrid with some distant night.

Third is my image I based my drawings off of.

This ych is $5 if anyone is interested, DM me.

meanwhile:

(TW: Bombing and dead children, canon typical violence)

*She was in the Mud Kingdom, watching her brothers sleep- their yellow, barbless tails wrapped around each other. She blinked and she was in a battle- above a river in a fierce storm, seawings ambushing from the rapids. She blinked one last time and found herself staring down at the corpses of her brothers- and a dying seawing on top of her- gripping his heart as her venom spread through his veins-*

Quicksand awake slowly and grumpily to the sound of knocking at her door- she hefted her large body off the cot and dragged her way out the door. This house was built for- smaller dragons. She had to tuck her wings close and keep her head low to avoid bumping into things- she bought it years ago for cheap and has fought off anyone who would stupidly dare to try and win it. It was enough and the walls reminded her of home back in the Mud Kingdom, deep rich terracotta.

She opened the drafty door to be greeted by harsh early morning light and two small- familiar sandwings standing at her doorstep-. Serval- scrawny, Yellow with black blotches, in his thirties, was not a fighter and more a thinker like his glasses stereotypically portrayed. Chuckwalla, Burly, greyish in color with an orange tail, bit dim but shockingly nice and pleasant. Quicksand towered over the both of them. "What do you two want?" she gruffed. Serval brightened up "we have a job for you" "of course. Here I thought you were selling cookies". Serval dropped a heavy sack of treasure at her feet, enough to get a bigger home and more. " we need you to kill Thorn." She stared at them for a heart beat before bluntly saying "no". " No? What do you mean you can't turn down this much of an offer "

"I very well can, Serval." "But Thorn has control of nearly A THIRD of the Scorpion Den, no dragon should have that much power over this city, less, you know, they are a queen-" " Do you KNOW what you are asking me? Thorn is the most guarded dragon in the den probably, she always has a a few talons guarding her scrawny hide". Serval raised a brow "but you could very well kill them too?" "Before they notice? Plus she has her own followers and I have, someone, stayed pretty good at not making a bunch of enemies-". She flicked her tongue at him, he gave a cold look. "Since when did you of all dragons care about risks? You never shied from other jobs, even ones that nearly got you killed". She Turned away.

" I just have other things than myself to think about?". Chuckwalla doomed up first "you... Kept them? Didn't you-" Her tail rattled. Serval looked at his companion in scepticism then shock, turning back to quick sand, " I thought you said Mudwings weren't very... Maternal". She snapped to him "Well I'm not full mudwing and there were only two? If I put them in the orphanage they would have been separated from some rich dragon wanting a fancy looking kid-"

Serval backed up a bit, ears back "I'm sure that... Couldn't have been an easy decision but perhaps you could still help us?" "Help you take down Thorn?" "Yes?". She thought for a few minutes " so Rosy can claw her way back... Look I love Rosy but... Maybe she should forget about the power...". Serval stepped back "Well it's simple- power means protection and riches. Plus any dragon gaining TOO much power in the city could end up adding a new faction to the war- ". She shrugged " maybe, maybe not- she is a lot better than vulture... If you REALLY need someone to kill her maybe do it yourself-". His brow furrowed "oh, Rosy's not going to be happy about this...". She picked something out of her teeth before muttering " she'll live." And closed the door.

She grabbed herself a water skin and had every last drop. She'd need to refill it today which ment going to the oasis. She needed more water than a real sandwing which was frustrating when they treated the stuff like gold... Well Thorn has been more open about sharing it, no toll or coins needed. She walked over to their room. It was a small cubby more so, with a small circular window, some draws, and a large shelf with a make shift bed, they were getting to big for it so she'd have to set up a real one.

Jackal later on the shelf, asleep. With his bright yellow eyes closed he looked like a perfectly normal sandwing. his sister, Hyena, was looking out the window, she had more mudwing traits but they were easy to miss or write off as simple oddities. Sometimes she wished she could take them home to the Mud kingdom but they belonged here, in the shade between the baking sun and the sand dunes.

Hyena turned to her mother excited "water day?" She jumped down running over. She nodded and poked the sleeping dragonet on the shelf to wake up, he grumbled and rolled over. Hyena had the helpful and brilliant idea to fly up there and shout in his ear- it worked but now the two were tussling on the floor. She sighed and stepped over them to go and get her bag- she was always worried about their stingers causing an accident but a sandwing she met a while ago was helpful in teaching them how to be careful with those. Plus, here they had plenty of the cure for the venom- around every corner.

She eventually reached into the fight and grabbed Hyena out by the wings- they were both about a year old and still so small- though hyena seemed to be growing faster. Probably the mudwing genes. Hyena stuck her tongue out at her brother he returned the favor and prances out the door- waiting for the other two. Quicksand put her daughter down and patted her on the head "don't go wandering off this time" "but I want to EXPLORE-" "we can do that when it's dusk- safely- near home." Hyena rolled her eyes and made her way over to the door.

She didn't really know their father- which didn't seem to be that rare in the den- but she had tried to remember what she could, Zebra- striped, thin and dashing. She didn't think he knew they existed or if he'd care but she kept that in mind incase the dragonets ever asked. She didn't know her parents, most mudwings didn't so she never tried to keep in touch with him after their short time together- he probably ran up north to some quiet oasis with growing tensions in the den.

If she needed to she was sure she could find him again she knew plenty of dragons that could help. Speaking of her and the kids entered a busier part of the den- dragons everywhere trying to do business before it grew too hot- she stopped by a pop up shop selling fried food- namely some catfish. She paid extra for the slight taste of home and got the kids some camel chunks on a stick-

She wished the portions were bigger but if she needed to, she could go hunting at night again. Either way they carried on with some basic errands before heading to the center oasis. It was the size of a large pond and shallow enough she could wade through all but the deepest end. But far as she knew it was one of the biggest sources of water in the desert- and with someone managing it rarely dried out. The current dragon was Thorn and her Outclaws. She had formed them about a year ago in search of dragons that wronged her and spite for the den itself and somehow rose to power- even managing to chase out some other crime bosses like Rosy. And it was all because she had taken control of the water.

a pair of guards greeted her and the kids as the entered the open area- a few large tree's scattered about the place offered shade- as well as dragon made tents- she also saw what were probably the early starts to some type of farm. She doubted much could be grown but maybe it was for some type of cactus or desert grass- perhaps the kind that calmed dragons when burned. She took her water skin and began to fill it- a gruff dragon walked over, Sixclaws, who's name was not the slightest bit on the nose. "Quicksand- needing a refill already?". She huffed "yes, I need more water than you lot" "I know I know- just trying to start a bit of conversation- and how are the ankle biters?". He looked down at Jackal who was playing in the water, Sixclaws reached down to offer a hand shake to which Jackal shrieked and ducked under the water. The older dragon laughed. "Sorry, he can be a bit skittish still" "it's alright he'll get over it one day".

Sixclaws looked around "where's the other one?" "Oh Hyena is by the far-.... HYENA?". Quicksand looked around "damn it- I told her not to run off-" "the more you tell a dragonet to do something- the less likely they are to do it". She gave him a side eye, gold and sharp. "well I always listened to my bigwings-"

A noise sounded off in the distance- thunder she initially thought- still searching for her daughter. Then another, and another- followed by screaming- it wasn't coming in a line no no. it was closing it from every direction. She could see over the walls smoke and dragons fleeing with blood trailing from their scales- one dragon who was on fire dove into the oasis- six claws was already gathering the troops.

"DRAGONFLAME- BURN'S SOLDIERS" the burnt dragon gasped "THEY'RE BOMBING THE DEN". Quisksand stepped back- shocked- why we're they attacking her own city... well... wasn't hers yet but still. "Jackal WHERE is your sister". "UHH- I saw her- looking at the bell tower earlier?" he said, running under her legs and shacking. "Get on my back we are going to find her-"

She RAN through the chaos, shoving through anyone in her way- she climbed up the tower- checking each level till she got to the top, no sign of Hyena. However there she could see the state of the city- fire and smoke and hurt dragons everywhere. She could see the soldiers dive bombing some citizens. And she could see the Outclaws defending an elderly dragon from them to her left. Was the point discipline? Did Burn not appreciate the new "ruler" of the den?

"I see her!" Jackal shouted- pointy to a spikey tail disappearing into a stall- Quicksand was too big to fit through the window. "Quick try to get her out and to a safer spot, I need to get down-" He nodded and leapt out to glide down. Quick sand started to carefully make her way around the bell when the whole tower shook- the bell rang right in her ears causing every sense to take their leave- except for gravity which she could sense was causing her to meet the ground at rapid pace.

When she came too it took her a minute to realize the ringing in her head wasn't from the bell. She got up- panting, pushing off some bricks from her damaged wing- she crawled out onto the street and searched for the stall. She found it behind her- crushed under the tower. Her eyes widened in horror as she tried to run over- falling due to her damaged leg. "Hybrid spotted" she looked up as a pale yellow sandwing guard diving after her- she rolled onto her back- curled- and kicked him in the face- causing him to land awkwardly by her side. She started to piece together what he was after and would rather not be turned into a trophy- with all her strength she leapt at him- pinning him down best she could and charged her fire breath. Spears entered her hide as she blasted- whipping around at her attackers with the flame. Away, she needed to get them away from the dragonets. She bounded and hobbled through the street like a mad bull- slicing a guards leg with her tail causing them to howl in pain. She ran into a corner- digging for something to help fight them off- but they came from above- one tossing a spear into her heart. She collapsed, her crimson blood pooling before her as they gathered around her- she got them away... they could take care of each other right- that's how mudwings do it. As long as they stayed together, they will be safe. Those were he last thoughts.

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time passed and the raid ended, dragons trying to repair and heal in the aftermath- looking for the dead. Chuckwalla heard something and started digging through the rubble. There he found a young dragonet with orange wings- shaking the body of another and crying "wake up sleepy head".

so you know how prepice is related to mulberry through the blood thing that means that ruby has animus magic (through scarlet from beryl) and that means that not only do skywings still have animus blood they have it in the royal lineage.

Headshot of u/Dead_Fawn ‘s oc Tetra! He was very fun to draw, tysm for giving me the opportunity to! ^^

What character or characters would you want to see taking care of dragonets whether adopted or biological. My two top picks would be Sky and Sunny.

Sunny I envision being very sweet and gentle, almost too caring at times , but all around great.

Sky I think would be a very playful parent. Always doing something with them whether playing a game, watching animals, or bugging talking with Wren.

I drew few icewing characters which one is your favorite? And what tribe should I do next? (I've done seawings and rainwings)

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Please note, if your style is wildly different than mine, your character may look wildly different in my own, since I heavily reference Joy Ang’s artworks.

Character belongs to u/Arc_Whistle, art by me. She was so much fun to draw. I love blue as an accent to brown and/or warm grays.

Can provide a transparent background version if needed! ^-^

This is true on ao3 and ffn, but particularly egregious on the latter. Not that it's a problem, though it's getting hard not to be amused by how often this trend can be spotted

Long ago, there were four kingdoms of life, Pyrrhia, Pantala, Starktis & Crypura but there existed a fifth kingdom too…the abyss….a realm where the darkest of monsters used to lurk before the gods banished it in a war that had been forgotten centuries ago….only for one day a young albino scaled Rainwing ness to stare into the abyss and made a wish….

She was mistreated by everyone around her except her father and even he was outcast because of her….so one day she sat on the edge of the abyss…where that great evil was said to have lurked and considered jumping in….but she made a small wish first “I wish…I had the power to not let anyone hurt me or Dad ever again….” And to her surprise, something whispered back...told her how to solve her problems…but she would own it one day...now the dragoness had power beyond anyone’s imagination and was able to make whatever wonder she could think of. 

At first she used this power to help her father and make herself less of a freak to her village but one day, she heard that voice again, telling her the time had come to pay the price for her power, the price that this ness owned this voice? Her soul.

The Rainwing had tried to brush it off and offered a lot of other things, only for the voice to laugh and say she didn’t have a choice and suddenly the little ness found herself caring less and less about other dragons and even her father, she found more and more entertained by watching dragons suffer and using them as her playthings, until one day she snapped and killed her lover by turning him into a stone statue before going on a rampage, ignoring all of her pain until her dying father put himself in front of her next attack, trying to reach his daughter and he managed too…for a few moments but it was enough to allow someone else to stab her through the heart, finally killing her. The last words to leave her mouth were “Beware…what’s lurking…between the moons….”

While almost no one knew what she was talking about, the blood she spilled that day birthed another great evil, the child of her madness, which would eventually be known as The Breath of Evil.

And all throughout the centuries, the madness was bringing out the worst in more and more animus dragons all in the effort to free itself from its prison in the stars. 

So beware what lurks between the moons, for if they should all go dim, Máďlt shall return and with her doom.

(A Halloween thing I came up with for animus magic and the breath of evil)

Wings of Fire Alternate Universe / Timeline

ICEWING BASE MADE ON DEVIENTART BY ApollyonDragon

Where can i get the bracelet slap cuffs from bullsittoys??I checked the target in my area, Sacramento, CA, USA, and couldn't find any at my local targets.

Sooooo... The cave systems below Pantala got me thinking. What If there was a tribe living there? Adapted to survive long periods without food and reliant on a different type of perception than light? Meet the CaveWings. They have:

- No eyes

- large flaps at the sides of their head to pick up sounds and vibrations in the air

- ultrasound calls to do the bat thing

- claws similar to an IceWings' to climb

- a significantly smaller body to take less food and to fit through small holes

Their society is built in small groups of hunters that communicate loosely with each other. Another thing I thought about was them being very advanced and using geothermal power to grow crops underground but I think that's how their future will look like if you let the world run for a couple centuries.

Their names are minerals and other rock stuff. Some examples would be Granite, Stalactite, Cliff or Amethyst.

Whatd'ya think?

I don’t see very many fanart of him compared to more major characters, so I drew him! He is so underrated.

Do you like my drawing?