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Tualang ~ F ~ RainWing ~ Inquisitive, artistic, sensitive ~ @ripper
Tualang is small, lithe and mostly a vivid blue and orange in color, although her scales might change color sometimes like many RainWings.
Strike ~ M ~ NightWing/IceWing Hybrid ~ Stern, irritable, caring ~ @ripper
Strike is a relatively large dragon due to his NightWing genes, with dark purple-blue scales and a muscled build.
Strike impatiently flexed his claws, awaiting something exciting. He had been inside the same soot-black cave near the NightWing Kingdom for days, and he'd barely eaten or interacted with another dragon for possibly weeks. After a fallout with his father, a huge NightWing, he'd been in a sour but despairing mood. He'd stressed over his heritage for as long as he could remember—he'd known from the beginning that he was different from the other IceWings, with whom he'd been raised, and it seemed they knew too. Strike soon found out the real truth from his mother, and had sought out his real father, but his father pushed him away, as if ashamed of him; just as Strike finally found him, he lost him again. The big dragon sighed in frustration and rested his head on his talons, staring out of the cave's maw and into the dismal world surrounding him.
How could things get any worse from here?Tualang noticed Malaria peeling bananas—and looking quite exasperated, at that—opposite of where she was perched. Tualang watched as the other young dragon sat up from her work as if impatient to finish. Rising to her feet, the young RainWing contemplated if she should approach the other young dragon.
Might as well, I guess, she thought. As hard as it was for Tualang to approach others, she had been trying to make more friends lately.
Tualang padded over to join Malaria where she sat. "Hard at work?" she asked, a hint of humor in her voice as she quipped to the other dragon.