Here is a little animation about my main oc, Willow! Along with a /short/ story in notes and credits. Characters (IN STORY) Willow - she/her - main Ruby - she/her - Willow's mom
The STORY/LORE: ~ CHAPTER 1 ~ Willow cuddled with her mother, the soft warmth of their scaly fur pressing together. Her mother sighed heavily and Willow frowned, her mothers life aura was starting to fade... She decided to go and get help and set out on a journey towards the Western Mountains. Her wings started to grow tired and she took a break to rest after three hours of flying when she heard shrieking towards her home. Willow shot up and flew fast back to find out what the commotion was, but she was two hours away and probably wouldn't make it in time. Her wings beat faster, but they were so small it didn't do much except wear her out more. When she finally arrived, her mother lay on the stony floor and was sleeping normally except that her chest wasn't moving and a pile of [/bl-0-d/] was underneath her now cold body. Willow pressed her paw against the fluff of her mother's chest, and found no heartbeat. Her mother was.... Willow gagged, she couldn't say the word. Tears fell from her eyes, watering the ground beneath her. Her mom was everything to her, her heart, her soul, her other, what could she do? A thought crossed her mind and she turned around and plunged into the darkness of the forest. ~ CHAPTER 2 ~ Willow made it to the old temple that worshipped the God of War, Sanguis. Three dragons were mingling around inside, and for some reason one was wearing a black hood and had red scales among the emerald green ones. It looked like [/bl--d/], but oh, was she mistaken. She lashed out with her claws, spraying the blue everywhere on her. He was [/d--d/] instantly. The other dragons turned to look at her and she dashed over and [ki---d] them too. She looked at the [car---e] everywhere and realized what she had done. She backed away, slowly speeding up until she got out and flew away. She didn't stop for breaks, she kept going and going even when her muscles ached from the overuse. She had no destination, she just needed to get away from what she had done. She needed to run away and never show her face again...
