I was once gentle and gracious Icewing, loving and kind to all. And so were my family. Then, one day, they came. Hybrids. Five of them, all together, wandering on the dunes of the Sandwing desert, creeping closer began to the Icewing Territory. Why was this significant? Well, let me tell you this story.
Spear was out having flying lessons with her mum, dad and older sister, Shard. They noticed the hybrids below them on the ice. They flew down to meet them, not knowing their true nature, not knowing what awaited them beneath hybrid claws. Spear’s father opened his mouth to greet them.
“Hel-” He was cut off, or, more accurately, cut open. A hybrid, who seemed to be half Sandwing, lunged forward and sliced his neck. The father’s eyes turned white and he fell to the ground, dead. Yet all the hybrids still ravaged his body, tearing it apart, letting his blood stain the pure white snow blue-red, blue-red with the blood of an innocent. The hybrids only paused when he was utterly gone, no recognizable feature on his corpse. They then turned on the rest of the family, whose father they had brutally murdered. Spear backed away, scared, a two year old dragon, already experiencing grief that only a few dragons feel. But Shard and her mother stood their ground. A fatal decision. They were no match for the five mutated hybrids. They were torn apart while they were still alive; with their bodies tortured by pain and their ears filled with mockery. Spear was caught too, but instead of being killed, she was forced to watch it all, watch all she loved murdered in the most brutal way possible. She managed to escape by hiding herself in the blue and red snow, hidden by the blood of her family spilled on the blessing of winter; and eventually the hybrids gave up. She was left alone, so alone, crying and filled with despair. And with rage.
Spear grew up to loathe hybrids, dreaming of capturing them, forcing them to do to each other what they did to her family. Plotting her revenge as she rose through the rankings. Seething with anger, even as she was named heir. Letting revenge fuel her actions as she killed the previous queen, her adoptive mother, who would never be as perfect as the one she left behind. Triumphant as she ascended the throne, already plotting the deaths of many of those twisted dragons called hybrids. Joyful as she opened the Hybrid Arena. Her Revenge Arena. Waiting for the blood to soak the snow red and blue, as it did all those moons ago. And I should know. Because ‘she’... was me.
This is your deathbed, hybrid. Goodnight.
(If you read this, put revenge in other)
Special Abilities Dragon (5 Mindreaders, 2 Animi, 1 Scales)
Prisoners must be hybrids, and ONLY prisoners can be hybrids. (Unless you’re a secret hybrid (2 allowed, not princes or princesses)…) Then I will find you and hunt you down.
No Mary Sues
No offensive language/swearing
Hybrid Abilities are what mouth weapons and other abilities they possess.
Only one animus can be a prisoner. The other is loyal to me.
Your dragon may die, but you can get another one. The hybrids die.
Guards can be of any one tribe. I’m not picky.
Princesses and Princes must be full Icewings. Hybrids are impure.
If you read this, put arena in other in your PoV colour. Or else.
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Other (No cheating!):
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