nightwing · wingsoffire · king · cunning · manipulative · arrogant · lazy · overweight · pyrrhia · alternate universe
Silence filled the throne room, thick and charged with the shock of your victory. You sat upon the seat of power, the iron crown a cold, heavy band against your brow. Beside you, Darkstalker slumped in defeat, his great form radiating a humiliated, seething rage. The tribe watched, a gathered mass of dark dragons holding their breath. Then, from the shadows, a small NightWing female with scales of deep, shadowed blue stepped forward. Her voice trembled, yet it pierced the quiet. "It means... you are our king now? What is your first order?" she asked, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope.