Entry: Prideful Anger (i made it a bit of a parallax) mini-bio Name: Foxglove Gender: Female Tribe: Rain-Sky Parents: - Elysium (Female | SkyWing | Animus ancestors; recessive trait) - Jakaranda (Male | RainWing | Ice-Rain ancestor; carries recessive animus trait from IceWing ancestor) (Like blue eyes, both parents needed the recessive animus trait to make an animus. Luckily for Foxglove, her father had an animus ancestor, and so did her mother.) -- Backstory: It so happened, for an unfortunate RainWing, that a small egg would be in just the wrong place, and he would be walking on just the wrong mountain. Tapir's talons clutched the smooth egg as he landed back at his hideout, unconsciously rubbing it back and forth. It was the most beautiful of the eggs he'd seen since starting his collection- possibly in all of Pyrrhia. Gorgeous purples streaked with sunset reds and pinks and highlighted with an acidic green, the bright colours somehow merging in perfect union and not hurting his eyes. It seemed RainWingish enough, but there was something that hinted otherwise. A hybrid possibly? The portly RainWing chortled at the thought. What self-respecting dragon would mate with a RainWing, of all dragons? Whoever the parents were, they either had otherworldly charisma or extreme stupidity. Maybe both. Either way, it wasn't his place to know. All he wanted was the result- the egg. There were a surprising amount of dragons who wanted eggs, it turned out. Tapir was the supplier, of course. Why else would he be taking dragonets off mountaintops where SkyWings reigned? MudWing eggs, SandWing eggs, SeaWing eggs- the harder to get, the more he charged. IceWing and NightWing eggs cost the most, and even Tapir hadn't snagged one of the fabled silver NightWing eggs yet. He wondered if the trait had died out, idly, before setting out to work. The beautiful egg was placed gently, although somehow roughly, between folds of canvas, vines and other eggs. And there it would sit, until Chameleon came along. Chameleon was Tapir's assistant, a gaunt RainWing who mainly operated in shades of grey and, on rare occasions, blue. Tapir couldn't figure out why a RainWing would want to be so dull- he himself was often dressed in bright oranges and yellows, as if some kind of great flower. The butterflies seemed to agree- there were always at least some in the egg storage. It seemed like Chameleon was a RainWing name destined to forever bathe in irony. RainWing eggs were never this bright. Frowning more than he did usually, somehow, he picked up the egg and brought it out to Tapir. "... and you're sure this is a RainWing egg?" "Well, I can't say for sure until it hatches, Chameleon," Tapir replied in what he assumed was a reasonable voice. "We never can. I mean, look at the colours! Almost as bright as me! Are you trying to tell me this is a SandWing egg? Just leave it be. I'm sure we'll have buyers soon." But no buyers came. Even Tapir's most regular customers turned away when they saw the bright egg, as if repulsed by it. Tapir couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why. "But why would they not want to buy the most beautiful egg we have?!" he cried out, in exasperation, after Alligator (one of his regular egg-buyers) left. Chameleon had a few theories, but he kept his mouth shut. Better not to worry his boss. And so, the RainWing stayed with Tapir and Chameleon for a whole year. A hatching period. It wouldn't take long before crack- crack- crack- a bright purple and green hatchling stumbled out of the most beautiful egg and spread her bright wings that almost hurt Tapir to look at. "Oh, dispose of it, Chameleon!" Tapir growled. "This dragonet is clearly cursed! Nobody wants it, and our sales- they're decreasing! I don't care what you do with it, just take it away!" Chameleon was happy to oblige. He flew, as far as he could muster, the little dragonet squirming in his claws. It obviously wasn't happy, but he couldn't just drop it. Even in his greys and blues, he wasn't heartless. The hatchling was settled in some leaves somewhere on the Mud-RainWing border; Chameleon couldn't be bothered to take it anywhere further, and it certainly wouldn't come back to find them. "Look, little foxglove," Chameleon had run out of other nicknames, settling for the poisonous plant that grew not too far from the hideout. Its pink flowers reminded him of the dragonet's pink wingtips. "... try not to die. Don't come back. Goodbye." 'And good riddance,' he thought, but that was a thought for himself, not hour-old dragonets. Chameleon gave the foxglove dragonet one last disappointed stare that she would remember for the rest of her life, somehow, and took off again, back to the rainforest and the other, normal eggs. (remember, there's a list the RainWings cycle through- so Chameleon and Tapir are names that can be reused! also the 'curse' is the potential buyers sensing her magic :) this harsh hatching is why she isn't happy in the drawing)
art by me :) also the actual dtae drawing is set way after her backstory. cuz that's not what a dragonet looks like. the blue stone thing in the dta design hasn't been obtained yet so it's not there, sorry about that design by @moondragonet songs: - SoB Valley Spirit - Forest Temple - Wasteland OST (full) yeah so the whole silent ruins / blue stone thing happens after the written backstory :)
