I did Frostsilk ;P There's a coloured version inside as well but that's kind of messy so It's on a blank background cuz otherwise it looks weird IceWings with SilkWing wings are actually pretty fun to draw *the more you know* I didn't meme it cuz that would take forever (he doesn't actually die somehow he escapes and is currently trying to survive in the middle of the ocean)
song listened to whilst making: hot milk Name: Frostsilk Age: 8 Gender: Male You might be wondering why a dragon of two continents was standing in the middle of Wasp Hive. Frostsilk was wondering it herself. Why on earth did he think looking for the queen, confronting her and getting the flamesilks out would be an executable plan? Well, in any case, it was too late now. Frostsilk had never known his mother. She'd run, probably trying to get back to Pyrrhia. Probably dead. He needed to forget about that and focus. 'Focus, you sack of dune beetles', he thought to himself. The queen couldn't be far from here, but he had no idea. For the majority of his life, Frostsilk and his father had been living in the mountains, in the north of the continent. He didn't know much about the Hives, or the dragons that lived in them. Everything he'd been taught was his father's knowledge. Then his father told him about flamesilks. It was before dawn, and the moon behind him was just beginning to sink down below the plains that swathed the continent. A perfect time to strike. Queen Wasp would be disorientated, and he'd have the upper talon. Slipping through the maze of houses, or 'cells' as his father had called them, Frostsilk spotted a glimpse of light, the drip of water catching his ear. The Temple of Clearsight? Approaching, he checked cautiously for guards. Any guards, even non controlled ones, were dangerous. Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone on guard. Frostsilk dove behind a fountain, watching. His IceWing eyes searched the dark shadows, watching for anyone that could be there. Still on guard, he noticed a carved sign: NEST OF QUEEN WASP That was it! Next to the sign, a twisted staircase led upstairs. A staircase made of real wood, something he had never felt before. Frostsilk ran his talons along it, feeling the smoothness of the polished pine. Genuine, real life tree wood. Silently, he ascended. The staircase ended abruptly, replaced with a grand set of doors. More wood, still made of pine. 'A lot of trees must have been put into this,' he thought. 'And it just adds to the queen's power. All for show, for a place not many ever see?' Just like that, Frostsilk's confidence dropped. 'No. I can't turn around now.' He pushed against the ostentatious, well decorated doors. Tiny forests and dragons had been carved all over them, the craftswork of a dragon who truly loved their work. Their art. It heaved open, without a sound, which surprised Frostsilk. 'The doors must be very well kept,' he realised, surprised that Queen Wasp was that interested in keeping these doors well preserved. Slowly shutting them again, Frostsilk turned around. Into a room full of HiveWing guards, each with pearl-white eyes. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛsᴍᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?" Queen Wasp's voice hissed from every single dragon. "ᴡᴇʟʟ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ." An echoing laugh chilled Frostsilk to the bone. "ᴀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴀʏ ғᴏʀ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ."
