I feel Fennec is very misunderstood as I have represented him that way. He is Hawk's ab/sive father, and he has tormented and harmed Hawk both mentally and physically in many ways. Every bad guy has a reason for what they do! Apart from the OCs of powerplayers who randomly go around using their animus powers to recreate the scene of Darkstalker and Arctic with my poor OCs. Lol sorry WoF roblox- anywayssss lesss goooo: Fennec tucked his wings neatly to his sides as he followed his mistress along the long red carpet. His barb curled tightly around his side, hugging his flank. He knew that if the smallest drop of venom sizzled onto the velvet, it would be a severe whipping for him. He shuddered, momentarily losing concentration. "Pay attention! Head low. We're nearly there. No talking. No direct eye contanct..." Jade - his mistress' - voice rang in his ears as he hurried to re-shuffle his wings back into place, and to lower his ears to the 'correct positioning'. The Rain/MudWing stopped just ahead of him, and Fennec looked up, anxious. It was finally his time. All this time he had been waiting. This was his only home - his home he was born into - and now it was his turn to be assigned to a partner and to father dragonets for the Services to sell and trade away. Jade outstretched one green and brown wing to halt Fennec. Fennec's barb twitched as he slammed to a halt, sitting down, his shoulders sloped and his eyes watchful and wary. He could hear Jade and another dragon up ahead talking in hushed voices, and from the vibrating of Jade's tail, he could tell it was exciting news. Exciting for Jade, anyway. Fennec scuffled his claws, his heart suddenly thumping hard. His claws flexed, and it took all his willpower to stop them tearing into the rug. He wanted to flap his wings and soar off, he wanted to fly free without slavery, he wanted to open his jaws and pour flame out of his mouth, he wanted to soar and dip and dive through the air, carefree. But there was no chance now. He was juddered out of his wistful thinking by the sharp, barking voice of the silhouetted dragon up ahead. Jade nodded sharply, and got up, her eyes seeming to pierce into Fennec, to observe his every move, and if so much as a ear got out of place, she'd snap. "Forward!" Jade snarled, puffing out her chest as she herded Fennec into the room. Fennec tried not to hiss in irritation. Why couldn't she trust him to WALK INTO A MOONLICKED room by himself? It was not like he could escape now. He plonked down in the room warily, curling his barb around his haunches. Behind him, he heard the click of the door as Jade closed it behind her. Even the way the hybrid closed doors made Fennec want to tear his frill off. The silhouetted dragon had pearly-white scales, and her eyes were pale red, as shallow and as cold as a shark's. Her body was thin and elegant, and she had massive wings stretched out from her sides. A SkyWing/RainWing. Albino. Fennec noted, as he swung his head from side to side to study his surroundings. "Come on then," The albino hissed, making Fennec jump and swing his head around to stare at her with his obsidian-black eyes. "Time to meet your assigned partner." "Mhm," Fennec mumbled in reply, not really knowing what to say as he followed her deeper into the room. The room itself was quite ordinary, with brown brick walls, and a elegant sky-blue rug. The only thing in one corner was a jug of flowers. The hybrid stopped so suddenly Fennec had to dig his claws into the ground to avoid smashing into her pallid back. "Here she is," she purred, withdrawing one wing to expose the dragon sitting in the corner, her eyes shallow and weary. Her elegance and beauty took Fennec's breath away. She was tall and wiry, with blood-red scales, and a berry red underbelly flecked with orange specks like embers crawling across her scales. Her eyes were orange, but so shadowed with exhaustion, Fennec could hardly tell. A SkyWing. "This is going to be a good one," the hybrid hissed, exposing her venom-spitting fangs. "We've never tried combining SandWings and SkyWings." Combining. Fennec shuddered, shaking small dust particles off his wings. He didn't like the way the albino used the word. The SkyWing had lifted her head from where it was sagging on its long neck to study Fennec while the hybrid was talking. Her orange eyes were unreadable, but Fennec detected a flicker of emotion. Love? Fear? Anger? "I'll leave you in peace, now," the hybrid trilled, distracting Fennec for a second. He hesitated, feeling tempted to set the hybrid's happy face on fire, but he squashed down the urge with the heavy talons of fear of what the consequences may be. He nodded stiffly, shuffled awkwardly over to the SkyWing, sitting down a short distance away and trying not to seem like he was staring at her... A few weeks later, and the pair bore a batch of eggs- five of them, each with pearly grey shells, the colour of the sky after a storm(Cont)
(cont), and as smooth as pebbles after being smoothed by the salt of the sea. The Services were pleased, to say the least, with the eggs. Fennec's lip twitched over his glossy fangs, remembering Jade's jubilant face, her snout curled into a smile, a smile that was too many teeth and not enough warmth, The Services were sure they were going to make a fortune out of Fennec and - Cirrus, he'd found the SkyWing was called - the SkyWing's eggs. Fennec stamped the carpet with his claws to warm himself up. He knew he was a SandWing, adapted for the cold desert nights and sizzling days, but he had been borne into the Services by accident, and he hadn't the proper training. He and Cirrus were sat, tails entwined, at the open top tower. Four guards were posted above and below, Fennec could feel their cold, judging glares scouring the back of his head every so often, sending slivers of ice rippling down his spine. He shivered, flexing his shoulders. He and Cirrus were going to escape tonight. They were going to escape the awfulness of the jail of the base, and they were going to forge their own life, free of the bonds of rulership, alone and happy. He hoped. He needed to wait for the signal. Three sharp coughs from Cirrus, and a poke in the side from her tail. They sat in tense silence, waiting for the moment the guards would look away, searching for danger from the outside, and not intent on the prisoners who were roving for freedom... In a heavy satchel tied across Cirrus' side, there were the eggs. She had insisted, but Fennec had growled, saying they were the reason of the pair's pain. But Cirrus had argued that it was not the dragonet's fault they existed. Finally, Fennec had let her, only so she'd come with him, though. He'd come up with a quiet way to destroy the dragonets when they were free. Now... His ears pricked as Cirrus let out three, juddering coughs, and stabbed him fiercely in the side with the tip of her tail. The guard's had turned away, their tails flicking as their dark eyes scoured the horizon.... Fennec darted forward, his heart seizing in his chest, and then he was off. His wings flapped frantically and his claws clenched and unclenched. His vision blurred as wind blew viciously into his eyes, and he could see Cirrus elegantly riding the air currents ahead of him, her massive, powerful wings eating up the air quickly. Fennec could hear the angry hollers of the guards now, the clanks of their barbs and stingers and daggers. He could hear their harsh wingbeats, and he squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing hard and jagged. I can't get caught! His mind roared as he made one last effort, powering forward and through the pillar maze. The towering pillars loomed in his vision as he ducked and dived, his barb fluttering out behind him as he swung through the pillars. He could hear some muffled thumps behind him, and shouts of pain and confusion from the guards as they banged into the pillars, or stopped to help fallen ones. He let out a victorious burst of flame as he arrowed out from between the final pillar, sending smoke and embers spiralling into the sky. Finally, he let himself glide gently, Cirrus at his side, her wings brushing his and her gentle, orange eyes focused ahead. "We are free," Cirrus whispered, her voice cutting through the howling wind like the voices of the three moons themselves. Fennec let the words tumble in his mind as he flipped and span through the air, his eyes closed in bliss. Finally, he was where he was meant to be. He was.... free.
