Name: Spider Gender: Male Age: 15 Tribe: Silk/Night Personality: Kind, friendly, loyal, brave and intelligent but also stubborn, heedless of his own safety compared to others and worries a lot. Abilities: Normal silk, small mind reading abilities (He's not a full Nightwing so he can sense when a dragon's thoughts are nearby but not actually read them) Extra: Spider's top right wing is torn so he can't fly. Instead he can glide short distances but mainly uses his silk to get around. ((from this point on I'm calling his silk, webs XD)) Backstory: (short version) At 4 years of age Spider turned up on the doorstep of an Hivewing. The young dragonet was injured, nameless and had no memory. Since then the Hivewing, Mayfly, has taken care of him. (Click space to see Mayfly!) He's been living with her for 11 years now, she's basically his family. (long version) Rain poured from the sky in buckets onto a small 4 year old blue, red and black dragonet. He waded through the mud, his wings dragging on the ground. Lightning arched across the sky, lighting up a lone hut in the empty forest. The dragonet dragged himself toward the hut, collapsing on the doorstep in exhaustion. His vision blurred with water - rain or tears, he didn’t know. He heard the sound of creaking hinges as he lapsed into unconsciousness --- The dragonet stirred, slowly testing his senses. He heard someone gently moving around and humming, but when he tried to read their mind he could only discern their location. The strong scent of herbs entered his nose and made him sneeze. The dragonet bolted upright, his eyes flying open. “Ah, you’re up,” the humming had stopped and the dragonet could see a rusty orange hivewing with black spots, her back turned to him, “You nearly gave me a heart attack, turning up out of nowhere on my door. I rarely get visitors, much less any as young as you. I fixed you up the best I could.” The dragonet squeezed his hazel blue eyes shut searching for a clue of what had happened, but his memory seemed.. blank. Opening his eyes, the dragonet struggled to stand up but a sharp pain in his wing caused him to let out a cry. The Hivewing whirled around to catch him, her eyes different colors, one green, one brown. “I’m Mayfly by the way. I’d be a bit more careful if I was you. You suffered from malnutrition, a cold, several small scrapes and scratches and a.. shredded wing. How did that happen?” The dragonet craned his neck to look at his wings. Despite Mayfly’s protests, he peeled off the layer of leaves swathing his top right wing. It revealed that the gossamer part of his wing had indeed been shredded by what looked like… dragon claws. The dragonet stumbled again, partially held up by Mayfly, “Wha...what happened?” Mayfly looked at the dragonet in surprise, “You don’t know?” The dragonet shook his head confused. Mayfly looked thoughtful, “You probably have amnesia." She reached into a pouch she wore around her neck to write it down, “Sorry, I’m a healer and I like to know what I’m dealing with,” she apologized. The dragonet looked away, sadly opening and closing his black talons as though he wasn’t sure what they were. “Stop that.” The dragonet looked up in surprise as Mayfly’s voice -which until this point had been soft and gentle- was suddenly commanding, “I will not have you pitying something that you don’t know. Here’s what I DO know. A severely injured Silkwing-Nightwing hybrid was strong and stubborn enough to show up on my doorstep. He was brave enough that he never shed a tear but apparently not polite enough to say thank you.” The dragonet looked up into Mayfly’s teasing grin. “Thanks… for-for everything,” The dragonet said, returning her smile. “I’m not done yet! You’ll still need some care for that wing. You may be able to glide but flying is out of the question. I’ve heard some SIlkwings get around with their silk. You do have silk right?” The dragonet flicked his wrist towards the doorway, fully expecting nothing to happen. He surprised them both with silk shot from his wrist, covering the doorway in a web. "Not bad," Mayfly nodded, “You’ll need a name too. I think Spider will do nicely. Now Spider? Go clean up your mess.” Mayfly's bio Name: Mayfly Gender: Female Age: 47 Tribe: Hivewing Occupation: Healer Personality: Intelligent and friendly, Mayfly love to joke around but sometimes doesn't take things seriously. She secretly worries about Spider (she calls him Spidey sometimes) but tries not to let it show. She's secretly afraid of large crowds which is why she lives in the middle of nowhere. Backstory: She adopted a small silk/night wing she found outside her hunt and has taken care of him ever since.
I finally made another dragon *strangely proud* Talking to Fauna defiantly helped me come up with a few ideas, thanks Fauna! Art/character - @Acornfur12 *gets asked if this dragon is basically Spiderman.* Shhhhhh...
