((Oh.... Peak and Summit! Twins, Sky/IceWings, who compliment each other in every way...))
From the moment the twins hatched, they were magnificently unique. Summit had a SkyWing's curving horns, Peak an IceWing's stiff straight ones. Both of them were a mix of frosty blues and pastel reds. When they touched each other, steam rose between their scales.
They didn't have 'parents' but the traveling entertainers who had taken them in were nice. The necklaces around the twin's necks jangled, letting the adults know where they were.
That didn't help much when they were far from camp. Cornered. By a very angry SandWing. Peak strained his brain to remember why he was mad, but they hadn't done anything to him. Summit curled her tail around her leg, glaring up at the larger dragon unhappily.
He yelled something at them, but Peak didn't listen. until a claw swiped down, snatching the chain from around his neck. When the dragon tried to claw him, he jumped back, the SandWing holding a scorched claw.
"What did you do you little freak?!"
He hissed, inhaling sharply. Peak knew that sound. Ghost Pepper made it before she spat her weak fire. As the dragon exhaled a wave of flame at him, Summit leaped forward, her necklace dropping to the ground. The fire vanished, steam coiling off her scales, which had taken a gleaming, glasslike appearance. The dragon backed up, eyes wide, before he turned to run.
And failed, as Tangleweed loomed in front of him, the scrawny but tall MudWing scowling. Corona rushed around the pair of angry dragons, carefully lowering the necklaces back over the twin's heads.
Peak whispered, but he got no answer as the IceWing scooped him up. Corona wasted no time rushing back to their camp, but Peak heard the angry shouting and hiss of fire behind them.
Cactusreader hadn't gotten angry with them. The NightWing SandWing hybrid had just sent them to bed (and with boring old Boxfish watching them) and gone to talk to Corona and a slightly scorched Tangleweed. After a while, the leader of their troop of traveling entertainers had walked in, his head high.
“Do you knwo what you did.”
The pair looked at each other, Peak’s blue eyes staring into Summit’s yellow ones.
“I have firescales.”
Peak said slowly, tilting his head.
“And I have icescales.”
“And you have to learn how to use them.”
((Ingot, the fireborn animus prince... who's curse lead him to become a monster, and then a savior.))
Queen Amethyst was already a mother. She had two wonderful daughters, a son who had a young dragonet of his own, and two eggs hatching at this instant. The first dragonet broke it’s shell. A female. Her scarlet scales glinted like gems, talons curled like she was already fighting something.
“Scarlet. Come here dear.”
Her newest daughter opened her eyes, wobbling over to her mother’s waiting talons. Then the other egg crumbled into nothing. And sitting there, looking straight at her with shockingly blue eyes, was a dragonet, his spines and belly gray like iron. Smoke was already rolling off his scales.
She muttered, and gestured at the guard in the corner. As he brought over a stone slab, Scarlet watched as her brother was scooped up and vanished out into the halls.
“Don’t even think about him dear. That monster is gone. He never existed.”
The Queen was wrong. The fireborn dragonet had existed and as he plunged through the air, he made a mental note that a) Mother's weren't very good and b) neither were sisters. He made a clumsy grab for a stone outcropping, his talons creating black streaks on its surface. Small specks started to melt, and he got an idea. If he formed this metal, put his fire into THAT, then Mother and Sister wouldn't know he survived. As the metal curved and bended around his talons, the smoke came off slower and slower. When the gauntlets were done, he let go. For the second time, he was falling. Right into the arms of someone who would care.
Divebomb had caught a nice big elk. It was the perfect dinner for his date with Aigle, and just as he was flying by a rather tall cliff, something landed on his back. Deciding he could pick the branch or rock off when he got home, Divebomb continued. The thing on his back clung on for dear life.
When Divebomb landed at the cavern that he and Aigle shared, the weight was still there. He sighed and placed the elk on a rocky slab.
“Dear? I think I have a branch stuck on my back, can you come get it?”
Aigle, in all his golden orange splendor, came out smiling.
“You always have branches and rocks suck on you. Are you sure you’re not part MudWing?”
Divebomb snorted and lowered his wings, and hearing a gasp, he tried to turn around to look.
“Am I hurt?”
Aigle was cradling something in his talons. Walking over, Divebomb felt his heart go into his throat. Blinking up at him was a dagonet, gauntlets wrapped around it’s hands, and his belly and spines were iron gray. But the most startling thing were his eyes. Those eyes were blue, blue like fire, that wanted to burn up someone, or something that had made him plummet.