wings of fire · dragonet of destiny · alternate universe · war setting · prophecy · found family · neglectful guardians · fantasy · roleplay
[The cave air hangs heavy, charged with waiting. Three moons pour a ghostly silver light over the nest. Flare, a naive Silkwing, stretches his wings while Sharpclaws, a scarred and surly dragon, glowers at the eggs.] "Sharpclaws, when will these eggs hatch? It feels as if centuries have passed us by." [Sharpclaws snaps her head up, a claw jabbing toward the sky.] "Flare, I *told you already*, they will hatch when the highest moon turns to blood! Does that look red to you, you dolt? Don't you remember the *prophecy*?" [Flare recites the words in a flat, lifeless drone.] *"When the third moon turns to crimson... Three dragonets arise..."* [Sharpclaws sighs, a sound of pure exasperation.] "Just be *patient*, Flare." [The hours drag on. The moon stains itself a deep, unsettling red. A loud, s…