101 Ways to Burn Down The Scorpion Den | Pt. 1 | WIP[]
This is a FanFic about Jackal, my SandWing OC. They Aren't official on my page yet, but oh well. If I used your Oc's name, I'm sorry! I don't read canon/semi-canon stuff. Please do not edit, copy, or change in any way. If you want to add a main side or another main comment the code, and desc. of your character.[]
Anyway-
Prolouge[]
"Careful!" The freckled SandWing hissed, grabbing the box from her ally. It was only morning, and yet Alba's silver IceWing scales were glowing like pale seashells.
Seashells.
Jerboa shook off the memory. Her maimed, almost missing talons tingled. As she started back to her hut, Alba started pacing.
"Wait!" She called before Jerboa vanished into her straw-like home. Jerboa paused, and looked back, swiveling her long neck.
"Hmm?"
"My reward,”
"Yeah, yeah,” Jerboa disappeared, then came back from her dark home with a sack of coins.
"You take care of it,” Alba said.
Jerboa rolled her eyes.
"If I see broken eggshells-“
"Why would I kill a dragonet?" Jerboa interrupted Alba, shoving at her pale blue scales, out of her oasis. Although it was only morning, the sun was not even up yet, the sand under Alba's talons was steaming, Icy scales against heat. As she swept up to the sky in a whirl of sand, Jerboa clutched her fragile cargo closer, and felt the faint heartbeat of the dragonet.
You're mine now, She thought. I will protect you, No matter how hard those Outclaws try. You will stay with me, and I will not make the same mistakes as my mother.
I will never be her.
Chapter 1[]
"Catch it!" There was a whirl of dusty talons scrambling down an alley, as all of the orphans on Agave Street were chasing a spiny mouse. It was your average day, and Jackal had absolutely NO customers, although at the end of the day, he had a line of orders for silly scraps of magic, such as:
Enchant this earring to whoever I sell it to, to never tell a lie again.
Enchant this shawl, so when I wear it, everyone will notice me, and I gain more respect.
GAH. These enchantments were SO BORING. "Enchant this- SHRIMP, If you will, to make me faster than any SkyWing in the air,” He mocked one of his previous customers. he was so lost in the world of work he barely noticed a small, gray-sandy dragonet, about the size of a full grown talon, was staring up at him, with large black eyes. It was unsettling, the way she never blinked.
"Uh... c-can I help you?" He asks, polishing a necklace someone ordered, to make whoever it was to become invisible.
"My mommy is sick..." She says, fiddling with her scrawny talons.
"Oh.." Jackal was not expecting that. Most of the time, all dragonets who came to his stall would ask for silly things to gain more respect, and then mope back to their friend group when they found out they can't have it, as there was a cost.
"Do you have money for healing spells?" he asked, not necessarily wanting to, as he knew this dragonet had nothing; no pouches, no sacks, not even a bulge in her cheek, because some dragonets do that, shoving coins in their mouth.
"I did.."
"You DID?" Jackal echoed, raising an eyebrow.
"I have to go."
Jackal later learned this dragonet's name. Diamondback.
She came back the next day, and they talked for a while. He knew she lived on SandStone court, the next block over.
She came back regualrly, and on the tenth day, she did not return. Jackal closed up his shop early to look for this hapless dragonet. Her hut was dark, and he didn't see anyone inside. He rapped lightly on the door, and little Diamondback emerged.
"My mother won't get up." She whispered.
Jackal had to. He realized he should've done this earlier, but he had sent her away. Greedy for money. Bringing back a dragon.. impossible for an animus. He gingerly nudged the dragonet aside and walked into the commons area where the mother was, slumped against the wall, and from what Jackal could tell, she was dead. He somberly looked at the dragonet, who materialized