Fuck Some WoF Girls

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Awakening from a restful slumber, you stretch yourself out along the warm rock you'd called your bed for the night. Yawning, your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling of a dreary cavern, light shining in from its opening not far away. The shining sun was a good sign; yesterday it had been raining, and you'd chosen to hunker down here until the storm passed. It wasn't bad, but flying in a downpour was always a bit of a hassle. No harm done, at least; this place had practically called out to you. Rolling onto your belly, you shake the sleep off of yourself and heft your body up. The cave is large enough to stretch your wings out completely, your forelegs lowering so that you can stretch out your back as well. Your rear raises and you present yourself to the cave, showing your... [[large, weighty balls and sheath.]] [[genital and anal slits.]]

(link: "Leaving...") [(open-url: 'https://google.com')]

(set: $genitals to "balls") With your stretches done you head out for the day, stepping into the sunlight. The sun warms your scales as you consider your next course of action. You're a messanger for your tribe, and you have a few scrolls to deliver. It will probably take you a full week to get to each location, so you'll need to plot your route before you get back into the air. You could... [[Deliver two acceptance letters to the jungle]] [[Deliver a scroll to the merchants on the coast]] [[Deliver a satchel to the mountains]] [[Deliver a very important-looking letter to the IceWing boarder]]

(set: $genitals to "slit") With your stretches done you head out for the day, stepping into the sunlight. The sun warms your scales as you consider your next course of action. You're a messanger for your tribe, and you have a few scrolls to deliver. It will probably take you a full week to get to each location, so you'll need to plot your route before you get back into the air. You could... [[Deliver two acceptance letters to the jungle]] [[Deliver a scroll to the merchants on the coast]] [[Deliver a satchel to the mountains]] [[Deliver a very important-looking letter to the IceWing boarder]]

(set: $deliver to "jungle") You have two acceptance letters for Jade Mountain Academy going to the rainforest, so you might as well head there first. You adjust the strap on the messanger bag around your neck, making sure it's secure before takeoff. Once you're certain it's not going anywhere, you leap into the air, flapping your powerful wings and hoisting yourself into the sky. In only a moment you find yourself above the treeline, pumping your wings again to bring you higher yet. Once you've found a comfortable air current heading in generally the right direction, you extend your wings fully into a long glide, the wind likely to carry you right to your destination. You're glad you chose the rainforest first; if you had gone to the coast, you'd be fighting the wind for at least part of the journey. Or, almost as bad, you'd have to put //effort// into flying. While you can't exactly fall asleep while flying, your mind wanders, and you find your thoughts leaning towards the... [[pornographic side of things.]]

(set: $deliver to "coast") You haven't been to the ocean in a while, and a beach trip sounds like fun. You won't be able to spend a lot of time enjoying the water, but that's not a big deal for you. Just seeing the coast is a nice change of pace from your usual routes. After adjusting the strap of your messanger bag, you leap into the air to begin your journey. Perhaps you shouldn't have decided on going to the coast first-- you're flying into the wind. It's a pain to flap your wings so hard, but you figure it's best to get this over with sooner rather than later. At least facing the wind now means you won't have to deal with it when you're more tired from flying all over Pyrrhia. Even though the wind is trying its damndest to push you back the way you came,, your mind wanders, and you find your thoughts leaning towards the... [[pornographic side of things.]]

(set: $deliver to "mountains") text [[pornographic side of things.]]

(set: $deliver to "tundra") text [[pornographic side of things.]]

(if: $genitals is "balls")[You have a massive, swaying nutsack.] (if: $genitals is "slit") [You do not have a massive, swaying nutsack.] <img src="https://images.squidge.org/images/2021/10/25/Comm_1.png">

It had been quite some time since you'd gotten off, so it was only natural. At least, for you it was. Your mind slipped from your boring flight into something far more intresting; pressing your snout into the heat of another dragon, drawing your tongue up their slit and into the core of their arousal. Your sex fantasy dragon is a (if: $deliver is "jungle")[RainWing this time, with flaring frills on either side of their face and sharp, protruding fangs. Those fangs seemed to be for show, at least until you became aware of what they were //really// for. Knowing something that pretty was so deadly did nothing to stem your libido. If anything, the thought that they could completely decimate any dragon they found distasteful was... pretty hot.](if: $deliver is "coast")[SeaWing this time, with luminescent scales along their sleek bodies and a powerful, rudder-like tail. SeaWings were built for power in the water, and you're awed by their muscle every time you see them. They're ceratinly not MudWing levels of buff, but the stout stature and crocodile-like physique still //screams// strength. You've always found it particularly arousing.](if: $deliver is "mountains")[SkyWing this time, with tight features and a firm expression, massive wings and unfathomably sharp talons. SkyWings ruled the mountains, having been known for their militant power and ruthelessness. Those days are long gone, but the thought of such a dragon in close-fitting armor was always arousing for you.](if: $deliver is "tundra")[IceWing this time, with serrated talons and exposed lower teeth, spines all along their neck, back, and tail, making them almost impossible to mount comfortably. Every part of them was cold, from their physical temperature to their actual temper//ment//, they radiated an icy superiority that always got your blood running hot.] [[Anyways...]]

You mount the (if: $deliver is "jungle")[colorful RainWing](if: $deliver is "coast")[turquoise SeaWing](if: $deliver is "mountains")[ruby SkyWing](if: $deliver is "tundra")[fridged IceWing], wrapping your forearms around their barrel and breathing hotly into their ear. They turn their (if: $deliver is "jungle")[vibrant eyes towards you, grinning with those terrible fangs](if: $deliver is "coast")[deep blue eyes towards you, flashing their beautiful scales](if: $deliver is "mountains")[bright yellow eyes towards you, adjusting their stance](if: $deliver is "tundra")[cold gaze towards you, sneering] as they lurch their haunches back against yours. You can feel your (if: $genitals is "balls")[cock pushing out of its sheath, swelling to its full size against the ass of your partner.] (if: $genitals is "slit") [cock sliding out of your slit, swelling to its full size against the ass of your partner.] Your partner smirks at you, wriggling their hips against your swollen shaft as you start lining yourself up with... [[their vaginal slit!]] [[their anal slit!]]

You tease the (if: $deliver is "jungle")[RainWing's](if: $deliver is "coast")[SeaWing's](if: $deliver is "mountains")[SkyWing's](if: $deliver is "tundra")[IceWing's] entrance with the tip of your cock, sliding it against the wet groove and smearing pre over your partner's scales. They shift their body weight beneath you, trying once more to press back into your hips. They're eager, spurring you on with their (if: $deliver is "jungle")[lazy smile and suggestive gaze.](if: $deliver is "coast")[coy grin of amusement.](if: $deliver is "mountains")[impatient puffing of smoke from their nostrils.](if: $deliver is "tundra")[cold, impatient glare.] Unable to keep teasing, you press the head of your cock into their slit, slowly sliding yourself inside. (if: $genitals is "balls")[You can feel every inch of you being enveloped with warm, wet heat, all the way up to your sheath. You don't stop until your balls are pressed snugly up against their ass, gyrating your hips in little circles just to get them used to movement. Your partner moans as they're filled, inner walls clenching around your hard cock, making your hips shudder.] (if: $genitals is "slit") [You can feel every inch of you being enveloped with warm, wet heat, all the way up to your belly scales. You don't stop until you're completely sheathed inside, gyrating your hips in little circles just to get them used to movement. Your partner moans as they're filled, inner walls clenching around your hard cock, making your hips shudder.] You //slowly// begin to pull out, the agonizing pace making your partner groan. They clearly want more, trying to get their hips into a rhythm against yours, but you're not having it. Not yet. Instead, you shift your forearms from around their chest to their hips, hoisting yourself up off them and into a more controlled position. Now they can't do anything you don't want them to-- with their hips, at least. That (if: $deliver is "jungle")[RainWing](if: $deliver is "coast")[SeaWing](if: $deliver is "mountains")[SkyWing](if: $deliver is "tundra")[IceWing] tail and muzzle are still more than capable of moving around. You don't know which one to be more worried about. [[Oh, oops...]]

You tease the (if: $deliver is "jungle")[RainWing's](if: $deliver is "coast")[SeaWing's](if: $deliver is "mountains")[SkyWing's](if: $deliver is "tundra")[IceWing's] tailhole with the tip of your cock, making them turn to look at you. They give you a (if: $deliver is "jungle")[knowing, cheeky grin](if: $deliver is "coast")[suspicious look](if: $deliver is "mountains")[surprised glance](if: $deliver is "tundra")[furious glare, flaring out their wings angrily]. (if: $deliver is "jungle")["So you like //that// sort of thing?" they chuckle, nipping at the base of your jaw. The head of your shaft slides against their ass, testing the waters. RainWings are said to be //quite// erotic, and your thoughts run wild with the idea.](if: $deliver is "coast")["Oh, you're one of //those// dragons." The head of your shaft slides against their ass, testing the waters. You're unsure how SeaWings think of this sort of thing, but you aren't thrown off, so you decide to continue.](if: $deliver is "mountains")["Are you serious?!" The head of your shaft slides against their ass, testing the waters. The SkyWing looks indignantly back at you, their expression a cross between fury and curiosity. You're surprised you haven't been bucked off yet, but choose to press forward anyways.](if: $deliver is "tundra")["How //dare// you..." The head of your shaft slides against their ass, testing the waters. The IceWing snarls back at you, snapping their jagged teeth up towards your throat. You're thrilled; you like it //rough.//] Unable to keep teasing, you press the head of your cock into their ass, slowly sliding yourself inside. (if: $genitals is "balls")[You can feel every inch of you being enveloped with warm, wet heat, all the way up to your sheath. You don't stop until your balls are pressed snugly up against the base of their tail, keeping your hips as still as you can so they can adjust to your size. Your partner moans as they're filled, inner walls clenching around your hard cock, making your hips shudder.] (if: $genitals is "slit") [You can feel every inch of you being enveloped with warm, wet heat, all the way up to your belly scales. You don't stop until you're completely sheathed inside, keeping your hips as still as you can so they can adjust to your size. Your partner moans as they're filled, inner walls clenching around your hard cock, making your hips shudder.] You //slowly// begin to pull out, the agonizing pace making your partner groan. They clearly want more, trying to get their hips into a rhythm against yours, but you're not having it. Not yet. Instead, you shift your forearms from around their chest to their hips, hoisting yourself up off them and into a more controlled position. Now they can't do anything you don't want them to-- with their hips, at least. That (if: $deliver is "jungle")[RainWing](if: $deliver is "coast")[SeaWing](if: $deliver is "mountains")[SkyWing](if: $deliver is "tundra")[IceWing] tail and muzzle are still more than capable of moving around. You don't know which one to be more worried about. [[Oh, oops...]]

You can feel the tip of your penis becoming exposed to the open air, the soft flesh already getting battered by the wind. You decide to cut your lewd thoughts short for now, lest you get to your destination with a badly chapped cock. (Eugh, just the //visual// makes you cringe.) In a stroke of anti-horny genuis, you decide to try and keep your mind off sex for the rest of the flight. Difficult as that may be, you figure it's for the best. You spend the rest of the flight just zoning out, occasionally watching the land below you whiz past. Pyrrhia was a beautiful place, and you find yourself enjoying the scenery for the majority of your journey. (if: $deliver is "jungle")[ [[The rainforest comes into sight.]] ](if: $deliver is "coast")[ [[The coast comes into view.]] ](if: $deliver is "mountains")[ [[The peak of the mountain comes into view.]] ](if: $deliver is "tundra")[ [[The air has grown much colder, you must be getting close to the border.]] ]

You finally leave the comfortable air current you'd been coasting on to dip down towards the thick overhang of the approaching jungle. The verdant forest seems almost too dense to enter from the air. You spend a somewhat embarrassing amount of time flying in circles above the tree line, looking for a place to enter. RainWings were pretty private dragons; not as bad as IceWings, but they didn't make themselves easy to find. You'd heard that they had scouts all over the rainforest, waiting for dragons to enter and either guide them to their village, or dart them unconcious. You //really// don't want to be darted. After much longer than you'd like to admit, you finally see a break in the leaves, diving down into it and immediately realizing your mistake. There are a //lot// of branches, and the forest floor is still hidden by the trees. You manage to weave your way through, your talons finally dropping into the soft underbrush of the rainforest. Pulling your wings tightly to your sides, you raise your head, looking around for any sort of movement. RainWings are usually camouflaged when not in their village, so your best bet is to listen closely and hope you don't get darted. "Um... messanger here!" you call out into the trees, taking a few tentative steps forward, "I have two scrolls for some lucky dragons! For Jade Mountain Academy?" You feel like you're shouting into the void. You're just about to pick a direction to start walking in when a face appears from nothing in front of you. [["Hey there, messanger-dragon!"]]

Dragons of all kinds are milling about the merchant stalls in the seaside village, though it's mostly SandWings and SeaWings. You'd heard that the trade between these two tribes had been particularly lucrative, but as you weren't an economist, you didn't really know what that entailed. You decend down onto the beach, feeling the warm sand benenath your talons. It's a soothing sensation that grounds you for a moment. You close your eyes, breathing in the warm sea air and listening to the sounds of dragons chatting, bartering, and playing nearby. Opening your eyes, you decide it's time to make your way to... Oh, right. You dig the scroll out of your bag to double-check who it was meant for. [[It says "Coast."]]

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You balk, staggering back a step in shock. "Oh! Sorry! Right this way," as quickly as he'd appeared he turned around, coiling his tail up tightly behind them and leaping up into the trees. It takes you a moment to realize you'd been greeted by a RainWing scout, and he was //probably// trying to lead you to the village. "Ah! Wait up!" you stumble forward after him, watching for his obnoxiously purple-blue and cyan scales. He leaps and weaves through the trees without issue, making it difficult for you to follow him on the ground. After bit more shouting, he finally realizes that you're struggling. "Whoops! Sorry," he drops back down onto the forest floor, leading you the more //traditional// way. He's got quite the skip in his step, but you don't mind the good mood. It's actually nice to see such a happy dragon for once. "I'm Damson! Nice to meet you," the scout grinned, bending his head back to look at you upside-down. He has some pretty cute facial markings, with light blue freckles and three orange streaks coming down from his eye to his jaw. "We're not far-- I mean, if we were going through the trees. On foot we're probably a ways away. Is that okay? Well, if you don't want to deliver the message personally, I can get there faster. Oh! Unless you want to see the village, too? Maybe you want some fruit! Do you want some fruit?" Damson rambles on without letting you answer, but it makes the walk more interesting. All RainWings were like this, you'd heard, so you couldn't fault him for his giddiness. Besides, it was better than walking in complete silence. You walk through the muggy forest for over two hours, at which point you find yourself panting and dragging your talons. //"How do the NightWings live like this?"// you wonder, knowing full well that the //RainWings// were fully adapted to this enviornment. [["We're here!" Damson shouts suddenly, startling you back to reality.]]

You thank him for the escort as you push aside some large leaves, turning from him towrads the village. You pause, eyes widening as you look up to witness the RainWing Village. There's a large pavillon in the center, but it's not the first thing that draws your eye. No, what you see first is the rainbow of colors leaping from tree to tree, resting lazily on branches, and fluttering from platform to platform. Reds, golds, blues, purples, pinks, and all sorts of other colors flash across your gaze, dazzling you into pause. The platforms scattered among the trees were overflowing with flowers, all but //sparkling//, ripe fruits dangling from the trees or being presented in large makeshift bowls, and tons and tons of RainWings gleefully conversing with oneanother. It seemed like a paradise, hidden within the depths of the unforgiving jungle. Everyone looked well-fed and happy. It was a far cry from the still-visible ravages the war nearly a decade earlier. Then again, this place had never //really// been touched by the war. Not until the NightWings tried to take over, you suppose. That had gone well. [[Where IS the NightWing village, anyways?]]

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As much as you'd like to keep gawking, you finally trudge forward, finding yourself in the closest thing to a clearing that the rainforest could offer. Damson had brought you to the //RainWing// village, but really, you were pretty sure you were looking for the //NightWing// village. Shifting up onto your haunches, you dig through your messanger bag and pull out the two scrolls in question. The rolled parchments have names written on the outside, thankfully, along with an official-looking seal keeping them closed. The seal has "JMA" written on it, for Jade Mountain Academy. What lucky dragons! //Rivulet// and //Oncilla// were both accepted into Jade Mountain Academy! [[Now... where's the NightWing village?]]

There are some surprisingly nice huts set up in this well-cleared-out part of the forest. Some look so good you could swear they weren't made by dragon talons, but manifested from someone's imagination. None, however, seem to be more than what is necessary for their occupants. [[We're looking for Rivulet!]] [[We're looking for Oncilla!]]

This was no small IceWing. You had the idea in your head that they were narrow, spindly dragons with glass-like horns and claws, but you were clearly very, very wrong. This IceWing was //massive//, at least 1/3 larger than you, and he looked as if he'd never smiled in his life. He was a light blue with a darker, almost grey dusting over his back. There were pock marks and scars on his face and neck, as well as some sort of deformity in the scales down at the base of his neck and over his shoulder. A burn? This dragon had definitely been part of the war. He must have been a member of the lower circles... that was the only reason you could think that would result in such a well-defined dragon being given scout duty. That, or he had objected the new ways. You swallow hard. Stepping out of your little alcove, you tentatively approach the veteran with your head down. "I-I h-have a message," you stammer weakly, shivvering from something //other// than the cold. "I-it's for..." but you weren't given the chance to finish. "Quiet, snow-blind welp," he snapped, making you jolt back. "I know what you're here for. Shut up and follow me." He leaps up into the air and you wonder for a moment if you're going to be //able// to follow him. Your wings open with some difficulty, but as you jump into the sky, a blast of icy wind cuts through you, sending you right back to the earth. The strange IceWing loops back when he realizes you aren't following him, and his expression has somehow become more sour. "Of course, you're not fit for the tundra. Follow me on foot, then," he snarled, lashing his tail in frustration. [[You do as he asks without hesitation.]]

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[[Coast]] [[Kingsnake]] [[Squall]]

You tuck your tail around your body, wrap your wings around yourself, and curl up in the admittedly pitiful shelter of the rock. There's no way you can fly further in a forming blizzard, and with the visibility lessening by the second you fear you'll be lost in the tundra if you tried to walk. Not to mention, of course, that your talons would probably freeze and fall off. No, it's safer to rest here for now. IceWings were militant, however, so you were confident that there would be scouts lining the boarder. At least you didn't have to deal with the Ice Wall. Ever since Queen Snowfall had taken over, the IceWings had become marginally more open to other tribes. You didn't know the full story, but you'd read some scrolls about it in the past. Something about the Plantala dragons... admittedly, you slacked in your history lessons. There's a slight, nagging thought in the back of your mind: //"What if I freeze out here?"// You shake it off immediately. You wouldn't be sent into IceWing territory in this day and age if someone thought you'd die. The tribes were at peace (relatively speaking), and even the IceWings had grown more warm and welcoming over the last decade. The IceWings were also full aware of how difficult their tribe's homeland was to tarverse, so messangers were almost always intercepted some miles before the boarder proper. You doubt your scales blend perfectly into the tundra, too. Anyone flying overhead would see you on their way back towards the now-destroyed Wall. As a matter of fact, that's exactly what happened. An IceWing had noticed you in their peripherals, swinging around wide before landing some ways away from you. It seemed as if they were waiting for you to approach them, probably gauging whether or not you were a threat. Some IceWings had never forgotten their old ways... [[Approach the IceWing scout.]]

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"Coast?" you ask yourself aloud, puzzled. "Yeah, I'm //at// the coast. But who's it for?" You look around, as if that might help you discern who this scroll was meant for. Realizing that this was a fruitless endeavor, you look back down at the scroll. Maybe you should open it? That would be a pretty scummy thing to do, especially if the information was private, but it might give you a better idea of who you were delivering this scroll to. [["Excuse me, are you lost?" came a bold, confident voice to your right.]]

You jump, turning your head to see a //very// handsome SandWing. He's got an easy, crooked smile, bright orange-amber eyes. The kind of dragon you could see yourself spending a night with, then never seeing again. "Oh, uh, yeah," you stammer, shaking your head in an attempt to divert your staring. "I've got this scroll to deliver... I'm supposed to be here at the coast, but the scroll just says "Coast." Not who it goes to," you explain. "Easy mistake, my friend!" the stranger laughed, sauntering up beside you. His tan scales were smooth, and you realize that you're not entirely sure what kind of dragon you're looking at. He has the physique and colors of a SandWing, for the most part, but has long, green whiskers on his snout and an odd frill. You glance back to his tail and notice a prominent barb. The strange but friendly dragon catches you looking, reaching up to pull your jaw over so you're looking him in the eyes. Your breath catches, but you're not sure if it's because of how attractive he is, or the sheer audacity of such an action. "Confused, friend? Not to worry! I'm a SandWing, for the most part," he chuckled. "Now, you want me to take you to your destination? Or would you rather just stare? I can pose, if you'd like." He does pose, and you grumble something unintelligable before motioning for him to [[lead the way.]]

You follow the stranger into the market. You learn that his name is Kingsnake and that he's a sailor, and then you start tuning him out. Attractive or not, this dragon was a real chatterbox. Eventually you're lead to an interesting looking tent. It's made up of deep blue and purple fabrics, with shining stones patterning the edges. Kingsnake lifts the flap of the tent and gestures you inside, giving a charming, gold-toothed smile. Ignoring him, you walk in. Despite that, he follows quickly behind you. At first it's too dark for you to see. There were a few candles here and there, a myriad of pillows (likely for customers to sit on while bartering), and a spread of jewelry on a long carpet. Behind that is another, larger pillow, where you assume the merchant normally sits. "Mommy, I'm home~" Kingsnake called out teasingly, extending his talons as if he were in a play. "Don't you want to see what I've brought you?" [["Mommy?"]]

Oh. //Mommy.// The dragoness that stepped out from behind the far curtain nearly sends your jaw to the floor. She's massive, first of all; easily one of the biggest dragons you've ever seen. You lift your head to look up at her. Her deep purple-blue scales gently reflect the candlelight, giving her an etherial look. Three gold collars shine around her neck, her horns and ankles donned with similar ornaments. Her frill and ears had golden hoops hanging from them, the heavy metal gently pulling them down. She has kind, red eyes that sit half-lidded as she examines you. You feel like a mouse beneath her gaze, small and insignificant. "What have you brought me, sweetheart?" the dragoness asks, her voice washing over you like a calm sea. "Seems this fellow has a message for you," Kingsnake answers, lifting your jaw up and snapping it back into place. "Isn't that right?" It takes you a minute to register what they've said. When you do you shake your head, hoping to clear your thoughts. "Y-yes... are you... Coast?" you ask tentatively. "Yes, darling," the deep-blue dragoness purrs, smiling gently down at you. She extends her talons expectantly, and you take a moment to marvel at her silvery-blue claws. After a moment you remember to actually //give// her the scroll, snapping back to yourself as you rumage around your messenger bag. After a bit of fumbling you manage to snag the scroll, pulling it out triumphantly before placing it in her talons. You can't resist the urge to touch her palm with your claws, just to have some sort of contact with this beautiful dragon. She seems unbothered, but gives you a knowing smile. You stand there awkwardly as she opens the scroll, Kingsnake craning his neck to look at what it says. "Oh, how wonderful!" Coast chimes, smiling brightly before looking at her son. "It's a thank you letter from Prince Seaweed. He's very appreciative of the gemstones you were able to locate, and my work in making them into a beautiful necklace for his dear mother. What a respectful prince, to send such a thing." "That is wonderful!" Kingsnake agreed, beaming with pride. "We always strive for the best! It's so nice to hear that we have achieved it!" Both dragons laughed together, and you suddenly realize that your task has been completed. Dejected, your head droops, and you turn to exit the tent. [["Wait a moment," you hear Coast say, "are you really leaving so soon?"]]

You stop, turning back to look at the two strange dragons. Mother and son share a knowing look between them before regarding you. "Yes, such good news is worth a celebration, don't you think?" Kingsnake grinned, walking up beside you. His smooth, tan scales slide enticingly along yours, a grin spreading across his snout. "It'd be a shame to exclude the messanger who brought this news," Coast noted, sitting down on her expanse of pillows. You get the feeling that sticking around would be... interesting. [[Leave before it gets weird.]] [[Stay?]] ^^Trigger Warning: Incest^^

Oncilla? That sounded like a RainWing name. But you were //sure// you'd been told these were both NightWings. Maybe the NightWings had tried to embrace their RainWing queen by giving some of their dragonets RainWing names? You're not sure, and if anything you know about NightWings is true, you highly doubt it. You figure it's best to go ask. Placing the scrolls back into the bag, you head into the modest village, looking around for someone who seems friendly. That's a tall order for NightWings, though, so you instead just start calling out, hoping someone corrects you. "Messanger! Looking for an... //Oncilla//? Oncilla?" you hope you're pronouncing that right. "Oncilla? Scroll for you!" "Quit your shouting!" an irate NightWing scolds, lashing his thick tail. "She's probably sleeping on the roof of her hut, the lazy thing. Go that way," he pointed to one of the far huts before marching off, muttering insults towards you under his breath. "Th...thanks!" you call after him, though your heart wasn't really in it. [[You make your way towards Oncilla's hut.]]

Rivulet? Kind of a cool name for a NightWing, you figure. Maybe they could see the future? Like branching streams off a great river? Or maybe they're completely normal and you just think in extremes. No way to tell if you don't find them. You figure it's best to go ask. Placing the scrolls back into the bag, you head into the modest village, looking around for someone who seems friendly. That's a tall order for NightWings, though, so you instead just start calling out, hoping someone corrects you. "Messanger! Looking for... Rivulet?" you look around expectantly, but none of the nearby NightWings seem to be paying you any mind. "Is Rivulet here?"

<img src="https://images.squidge.org/images/2021/08/29/design-by-detective-peri1132.jpg" width="1024px" height="1024px"> **Name:** Oncilla **Age:** 7 **Gender:** Nonbinary, Femme (She/They) **Personality:** Oncilla is a sweet, caring dragon who spends most of her time collecting fruit, flowers, and pretty rocks and organizing them into little piles around the NightWing huts. Oncilla is naturally very intelligent and absorbs information like a sponge. This, however, is offset by her playful, hyper, and excitable nature, which her parents assure others that it must come from her RainWing relative. **Relationships:** * **Best Friend:** Rivulet

<img src="https://images.squidge.org/images/2022/12/23/rivulet-animated-wings-style.png" width="1237.5px" height="1156.5px"> **Name:** Rivulet **Age:** 7 **Gender:** Cis Female (She/Her) **Personality:** Rivulet is shy and awkward, often stuttering and struggling to interact with others. She's scared of other tribes except for RainWings, but if you can gain her trust, she's a loyal friend who will do her best to stand up for you (even if confrontation might make her cry). She is self conscious of her wings, because they completely defeat the purpose of being a NightWing and also they make her look somewhat IceWing-ish (which, as a NightWing, is not a compliment). **Relationships:** * **Mother:** Lovetoken * **Brother:** Blackbone * **Best Friend:** Oncilla

<img src="https://images.squidge.org/images/2021/10/01/noelle-icon.png"> **Name:** Noelle **Age:** 12 **Gender:** Cis Female **Personality:** Noelle was born to Second Circle parents. When she was two, Queen Snowfall destroyed The Gift of Order, effectively removing the ranking system for IceWings altogether. This change hasn't been easy for the older IceWings, and many of their former rules and traditions remain in place despite the destruction of the physical manifestation of their caste system. Noelle is therefore displaced; old enough to have been taught the old ways, and young enough to be desperate to accept the new ways. She's a very skilled IceWing who finds herself at a confusing time in her tribe's history. This makes her rather reserved, uncertain of herself and unsure of how to interact with others. **Relationships:** * Unknown

<img src="" width="1237.5px" height="1156.5px"> **Name:** Andesine **Age:** 36 **Gender:** Cis Female (She/Her) **Personality:** Andesine is a calm, even-headed SkyWing that runs a small bakery. She spends most of her mornings baking pies and stuffed pastries for other dragons, usually filled with meats and veggies or fruit. Andesine herself prefers meat pies, with her favorite ingredient being scavs. Years ago, during the war, Andesine was a soldier. **Relationships:** * //None notable//

<img src="https://images.squidge.org/images/2022/12/23/rivulet-animated-wings-style.png" width="1237.5px" height="1156.5px"> **Name:** Coast **Age:** 44 **Gender:** Cis Female **Personality:** Coast has seen quite a bit in her time: the descrimination against hybrids, the war, the reawakening of an old legend, and even the new age of peace. As a merchant jeweler, Coast has also spent a great deal of time traveling along the SandWing boarders, usually following the sea. She's met many dragons in her time, and bore six dragonets; all of which are now grown. While some return to see their mother, Coast longs to have more, having always enjoyed motherhood. Luckily, with this new time of peace, she has less to fear in the way of descrimination. **Relationships:** * **Eldest Son:** //Unknown// * **Second Eldest Son:** Kingsnake * **Third Son:** //Unknown// * **Fourth Son:** Shore * **Fifth Son:** //Unknown// * **Youngest, Only Daughter:** //Unknown//

<img src="https://images.squidge.org/images/2023/03/24/kingsnake-animated-wings-style.png" width="1570px" height="1124px"> **Name:** Kingsnake **Age:** 21 **Gender:** Cis Male **Personality:** Kingsnake is the second eldest son of the merchant jeweler Coast. He spent his formative years along the boarder of the SandWing kingdom, occasionally able to pass himself off as a full-blooded SandWing so long as he hid his frills. As he got older he began to frequent the Scorpion's Den, eventually earning himself a reputation for being particularly crafty when dealing with bandits. Kingsnake would eventually find himself consumed with wanderlust, procuring a small, experimental vessel for travel over sea. He spent most of his time on the water, able to hold his breath longer than any other SandWing, allowing him to dive in shallow waters and search for treasure. **Relationships:** * **Mother:** Coast * **Eldest Brother:** //Unknown// * **Second Youngest Brother:** //Unknown// * **Third Youngest Brother:** Shore * **Fourth Youngest Brother:** //Unknown// * **Youngest, Only Sister:** //Unknown//

You get the idea that whatever these two consider a //celebration// is dubiously legal at best, and entirely disgusting at worst. Deciding that you weren't going to indulge in //any// sort of weird degeneracy, you bail. "No thanks! More letters to deliver, you know!" you say quickly, stumbling over your words as you rush out of the tent. Coast and Kingsnake were left to shoot confused glances towards one another before shrugging and going about their day. Now that you were out of there, you could get back to work! [[Or... stick around the coast for a while and enjoy the sun!]]

The hut you were pointed towards looks like it's been built upon several times. It seems to have two floors, along with a sturdy roof. It makes you think of the RainWing buildings, actually. Did some RainWings help to build this one? Remembering that the NightWing mentioned how Oncilla tended to sleep on the roof, you flap your wings, raising up to the top of the structure. Sure enough, a pinkish-black shape is curled up atop the structure, quietly dozing away the day. "Oncilla?" you ask tentatively, a little uncertain about waking up the sleeping shape. Luckily, the dragon didn't seem to be sleeping to deeply. //"Hmm?"// the shape hummed, shifting a little but refusing to get up. "I have a letter for you." She doesn't move. "From... Jade Mountain Academy?" "Really?!" Oncilla leapt up instantly, a flurry of wings and limbs twisting about as she sprang into the air and slammed right into you. The two of you tumble down to the ground, landing on the grass below. Oncilla is on top of you, pinning you on your back. Her an excited grin is spread across her snout, which is only a few inches from yours. "Was I accepted? Was I? I studied //reeeeaaaaaallly// hard!" she exclaimed. "Uh..." you awkwardly pull the letter from your bag, holding it up to her. Oncilla snatches it from your talons and hops off you, allowing you to roll over and get up. Jeez, what a hyper NightWing! You watch as she tears the letter open, speed-reading it outloud in an excited, mumbled whisper. In this brief moment of reprise, you notice how strange this NightWing looks. [[Examine Oncilla.]]

While her scales are black like most NightWings, her underbelly is a notably more vibrant pink in color. She has the occasional splotch of pink along her sides, too, reminicent of jaguar spots. They vary slightly in color, from a dull pink to a dull purple. Her body is rather lithe for a NightWing, too. Oncilla's tail is relatively thin, and her spines don't seem to go down all the way, stopping about a third way down her tail. More notable is her horns, which are an unnatural gradiant of pink and purple. Her colors seem to completely defeat the purpose of either blending into the night sky //or// the rainforest, almost as if they couldn't decide which was best and instead went with both. Oncilla turns to look back at you while you're staring, causing you to jolt. She beams at you, her purple eyes sparkling with excitement. "I got accepted! I'm so happy!" she almost cried, dropping the letter and turning to throw her arms around you. Surprised by the sudden show of affection you remain still, looking around as if someone might save you from your fate. No one is around, nor would they care if they had been. "Congratulations," you answer, patting her awkwardly on the back. With just as much sponetnaity as everything else this dragon did, Oncilla presses her muzzle to yours in a surprisingly (firm? straightforward?) kiss. You blush as she pulls away, the strange dragoness grinning as she held you by the shoulders. "Thank you sooooo much!" she exclaimed, kissing you again, this time on each cheek. O-okay. Maybe this was some sort of... NightWing thing? Or maybe a RainWing thing? You'd heard RainWings were pertty open, so it was possible that Oncilla had learned from them. You weren't entirely convinced she was a full-blooded NightWing anyway, so that made sense. Still, getting attention from such a cute (if odd looking) dragoness had your blood pumping. Curse your dry spell! If this was all it took to get you horny, what hope did you have of actually sleeping with someone?

It takes a bit of exploring, but as long as you keep the royal pavillon in sight, it's not so bad. You end up walking in a big circle before actually noticing a path leading out of the RainWing village. You swiftly head down the well-trodden path, already able to smell smoke and meat from what you assume to be cooking fires. There are two NightWing guards at what you assume is the entrance of the village. Both have predictably-black scales, though one has a very, //very// dark pink undertone, while the other has a deep red-brown undertone. Their expressions are impassive, and for a moment all three of you stand there in silence. "Well?" the dark red-brown one asks, gesturing at you with their spear. "What do you want?" "Oh! Uh," you stammer, "e-entry into the NightWing village, please. I have two letters from Jade Academy--" "You do?" exclaims the dark pink one excitedly. Her excitement is quickly midigated by her companion. "Show us the scrolls, please," the darker one asks, and you do. You suppose it's not all that surprising that NightWings would be so paranoid; after everything that happened to their tribe, it was a wonder they interacted with anyone at all. Granted, that probably had more to do with the fact that they now lived under Queen Glory. Both NightWings gesture for you to enter. The pink one whispers in your ear as you pass by, "Rivulet will be shy, so please be patient with her." [[The NightWing Village.]]

It's absolutely frigid out here. You find yourself shivvering as you pump your wings extra hard in the hopes of generating more heat. It doesn't work particularly well, and you feel as if your wingtips are going to fall off. Eventually an oncoming storm forces you to land. The terrain is barren, the warm sands of the desert traded for icy, powdery snow. You tuck your wings in close to yourself as you trudge forward, able to see a few large ice formations (or maybe frozen rocks?) in the near distance. You make your way to one and hunker down, looking up to the sky as thick, grey clouds begin choking out the blue. A blizzard is forming, and it couldn't have come at a worse time. [[Settle in, you might be here for a while.]]