((I decided to write Scarab instead of Tremor because Tremor is... really hard to write.)
Scarab lived up to his name. Gleaming green scales dotted his wings and tail, his eyes shone like stars, dark blue laced into black. Nobody thought him different, he was simply an oddity. Five hundred years ago, that would have meant Burn's Weirdling tower, but now hybrids and albinos and dragons with extra claws were safe under Queen Sunbeam's rule. If anything, the Golden Queen took great pride in her kingdom's variety, even in her own daughter, Lavadust, who's black scales were a sight to behold.
"I'm just saying, it's not like we're watching them tear eachother's throats out like back then Tarantula. The RainWing's system of inheritance is so much better."
The Rain/Sand hybrid looked at Scarab suspicously, as is he didn't entirely believe that. The golden and black shapes in the arena far below were locked in a match of claws and dice, and it looked like Lavadust was winning. Suddenly, the princess leaped up, cheering victoriously, waving at her friends with a wide smile on her face as Queen... or Former Queen Sunbeam sat back, sighing but smiling. Scarab and Tarantula leaped down, landing beside their friend as she hopped from foot to foot, smiling broadly.
For weeks after Lavadust had become Queen, Scarab felt a strange feeling in his chest. He hadn't thought much about it, until something strange turned up. Two of the guards brought in a dead dragon, a SandWing, with purple scales trailing down his legs ad face like winding vines of ivy.
"He looks kinda like you, Scarab."
Tarantula said, pointing to the small divet in the horn on the dragon's nose. The same as Scarab.
"Well, he's not my dad. I watched him die, remember? In the sandstorm?"
The hybrid when silent, looking over at his own mother, the RainWing speaking in curt tones to one of the guards. Lavadust appeared in the doorway, and the dragons bowed deeply, stepped to the side to allow her to come forward.
"Has anyone found his family?"
"Not yet your highness."
The queen sighed, looking over at Scarab.
It happened with only Lavadust, tarantula and the dragon's sister in the room.
"His name was Grapevine. I... I'm Aloe."
She had her eyes locked on Scarab. Constantly. He shivred.
"Well, we will continue trying to find why he died, and so close to the palace... we pro..."
A surge of cool energy had flown up Scarab's scales, and he had frozen in place, along with the others, as his scales almost flipped over, turning to white, sharpened edges, his talons becoming serrated and sharp. He swung his tail around, the green spots standing bright against pure white, the whiplike tip swinging. IceWing tail, IceWing scales.
"HOLY BEETLES AND BOULDERS."
Tarantula crowed, and Lavadust gawped, staring at him in astonishment. Aloe looked suprised, but not nearly as much as the others.
"You just... how did you do that?"
"I DON'T KNOW! WHAT IF IT'S AN ENCHANTMENT?!"
He scratched at his arm but the scales stayed the same.
"Calm down. Focus on the desert and the Sand Kingdom."
Aloe's voice was calm, and he stopped clawing at himself and tried that. He thought of the sands and the cacti and the lizards. His scales went warm again, then hot. When Scarab looked down, his claws were tan again, and normal as ever.
"How did you know that?"
Lavadust questioned, looking at Aloe with a skeptical glare. The smaller SandWing lifted her wings to reveal twisting blue-green shapes, like an aloe plant.
"Becuse I'm like him."
"I didn't come here knowing you were Firebird's son. We all thought that she and her family died in the sadnstorm."
Aloe walked along with Scarab in a long deserted part of the stronghold, the place where Burn, the Bloody Heir, had kept her collection. Most dragons avoided t, so they had privacy here.
"Firebird? My mother?"
"She had this power too. You're father was a normal dragon, who she met after the death of her father. Grapevine and I thought we were the last of the SandWing ShapeWings..."
She looked over at him, her scales flipping like his had to reveal a rainWing, her amber eyes gleaming in the low light. A slab of obsidian had appeared in her claw, and she tapped it, making a map of Pyhrria appear on the screen, multicolored dots scattered across it's surface, barring the Ice Kingdom.
"But you're still alive."
((I already have Kookabura written, and I'll probably do another ShapeWing one... so...))