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Original https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58613476/

Whisper returning to mountain village colony after a year long absense. He carrying a water reed flute that grows only in the diamond spray delta and produces unique sound that cant be replicated. A gift from mudwing lover. He also wearing horn decoration popular among poorest members of mudwing society.

Story WIP

"This looks like a good place to rest for the night." A voice said at the mouth of a cave. "Shhhh, there is something in there. I.... I think its a nightwing." A black siluete hanging upside down from the ceiling shifted a bit at the disturbance but the black batlike wings blanketing its torso like a tent canvas did not pull back.

"Must be from the nearby colony.", a female voice chipped in. "The queen was to kind i think to honor that anciet scroll aggrement they found in the old nightwing kindom. Wont be long before more villages start popping up all over the jade mountains."

There was a pause and in that moment all that could be heard was the gentle dripping of water somwhere in the cave. The skywing dragonets were about to leave until a calm voice accosted there minds. 'Dont be afraid, i was just about to leave. Please come in.'

To say the two dragonets were distressed to have a voice in there heads was putting it politly. "Nuh uh!" The female dragonet blurted with a now slithering tail. Turning to her fried she added. "This has BAD idea written all over it! Creepy head voice inviting us into a cave with a teeth like entrance, you go if you want but this all makes my scales crawl."

"Creepy nightwings." With that they left to find somewhere else to rest for the night and inside the cave a soft sad sigh. The nightwing stuck his head out from behind his wings to survey the cave with his two-colored eyes. One catlike, a piercing yellow. The other blue and oval like a human. Full of emotional depth the other lacked. Scratch at an itch on his chest with a foreclaw the nightwing fell from the ceiling and landed with catlike grace.

Going outside slowly he was greeted by the cool clean mountain air. The moons were out and visible, their children the stars kept them company. But one was a blood moon. This dragon found it somewhat poetic that the same sky he hatched under was out on the night of his return.

It did not take long to reach the boundaries of his village. A string of colorful flags marked paths adding color to the stone background and stone homes. More color then renewal. As far as he was concerned, the old nightwing kingdom was a dead place. A dead city of long past glory that will probably never return. All in all, just a depressing place.

As he followed a pathway with the colorful flags fluttering in the breeze, he saw two village sentries' near a alarm bell in a tug a war match over a helmet. 'Strike and striker,' he thought. He always found the twin's agreeable enough company. Well, when they were not arguing.

The first nightwing twin saw him and let go of the helmet causing his sibling to tumble backwards. "Whisper the lisper!" Strike called out happily, his face lighting up in recognition and came over to greet him. "You know i hate that nickname." Whisper replied. "Nicknames are not supposed to be liked." Strike said matter of fact way. "Never thought I would see you again after you flew off to join the wings of mercy."

"No good deed goes unpunished. By helping the mudwings you angered the skywings and put our colony under risk. Good luck with Matra, she is not happy with you."

Whisper mindspoke back in humor. 'When is she ever happy?' He dredded meeting the colony of hope leader.