Amentet (Willow) belongs to Willow, theft of art/content/this character will not be advised or recommended, as you will result in a report.
Description
Physical[]
Physically, Ament is in a very, very slender build, her muzzle/face is narrowed to a pique curved point, her jawline shows strong compared to her blocky muzzle, having her cheek bone stick out alike to the natural SandWing attribute underneath their ear’s, in which her ears are chipped/torn up due to poor treatment towards her in the Scorpion Den. Ament has a long neck, thanks to her father, who could related in this attribute. Her neck stretches to the point she could turn her head all the way around if she wanted, as texture wise, her underbelly is smooth to the point it feels soft almost, sort of like snake scales, it has an off feeling to it. Her larger plated scales are rigid, and feel rocky almost, not quite smoothed, but like a semi polished marble stairway, echoing across her body. Moving down, Ament has strong shoulders, she is broad around her chest area with her chest sinking low with her large whale-like rib cage, arching up from her underbelly to her tail back to her slenderness. For her spikes/frills, it’s an oddity, she neither has spikes nor a SandWing frill, as it is a mixture of spikes fading into unevenly cut frills, mostly sticking up around the base of her neck at the angle, where her back arches, and around where her tail divides because of a slight deformity at birth- giving her a spring of two tails (Snakes are prone to having odd deformation, two heads, two tails, etc.). Her horns seem to twist, making it harder to grip onto, but easier to slip things over her head with. Ament has very strong wing membranes, staring with lots of muscle where it starts from her shoulder- giving her lots of strength in flight because of this- and again begging string where her membrane’s start to form her webbed wings, her plated scales only cut through parts of the long membrane, leaving the rest as normal scales feeling much like her underbelly. The hybrid has strong- thin looking hind legs, larger at the thigh, and more sharp around the calves, Ament has surprisingly impressive agility because of this. Her claws seem rigid as well, because of her mother’s ancestors she’d assume. Moving through her more slender waist-down; Ament seems to have a longish tail, moving as one for two thirds of it, and with the last third of her tail being split into two ends, both barbed with black tail barbs, Ament doesn’t seem to mind her off balanced description, though it might be hard to get around because of it.
As of color- Ament’s palette varies, with dark gold-grey’s on her plated ridges, having the odd black stripes along the edges of her arrow shaped plates- she also has the white scattered scales inside of the black stripes around the furthest point of her triangular SandWing scale plates. Her underbelly is a almost blackish ash color, spreading to freckles across her muzzle and body- she also has golden flecks around her wing tips- talons- and hind legs. As for her frills/spikes, they tend to be a lighter ash color- with the underside of her wings being dark gold flecked with sunny shining star-like scales. The upper side being sort of striped and with the color of her plates. Her eyes seem a sea foam blue- as relation to her mother, along with her horns/claws being a pale ash with white shaded tips of them. Going along down her tail, her scales start to turn black, along with there being more frequent golden/white speckles. Ament finds herself feeling off about her color palette and such, along with her style/choice of accessories, she finds it hard to fit in when being so noticeable.
As for her accessories and such, Ament wears a laces tail strap, netted when slit on, it contains pouches of supplies, along with the one she wraps around her belly, having more healing/food/rations/weapons to spare. It consists of leather when put together, she also has pouches slung around her neck, full of mostly foods and dead weapons, such as deadly scorpions, dragonbite venom, edible cacti, berries, etc. Ament also finds herself questioning her nose ring- though it seems to be a nice touch to her personality.
Skills[]
Ament isn’t quite the fighter- of course she has her awesome foresight, her double barbs which get annoying from time to time- and her fire. But when it comes to physically using claw-to-claw, she often doesn’t keep her balance because if her weight differences with a heavy chest and lighter body parts, she usually tries to use her abilities and avoid claw-to-claw at all costs, in those situations though, if she needed to, she would usually try to knock her opponent off balance, using her weakness to her advantage and her greatest strength, it seems she would make a great wrecking ball. Ament is mentioned to have great agility- with balance help from her massive wings. She uses both her wings and her tail as balance and steering material when it comes to running in a straight line-
As for her voice, which is rarely described with dragons. Imagine her sounding as the normal voice of the pop star Taylor Swift.
Personality[]
MUCH like her mother Moonshatterer, Amentet is a bragger- when she feels social that is, she often sees herself a secretly, ‘higher’ class than her peers, at the strength and threatening level anyway. She likes to make other dragons feel intimidated and afraid of her, showing her dominance. Ament often finds herself angry with her intimidating nature in important situations, such as asking for directions around the Scorpion den, or trying to solve issues with some nonnegotiable client. Ament finds herself angered when it comes to the SandWing politics and Queen, along with the SandWing history. She finds joy and calmness wandering among the desert at night, finding things to collect and just stargazing. She likes to be lost in her thoughts, and hope not to have stupid foresight headaches. All in all she likes the quiet of the night, she tries to find some silence whenever she can, but she does tend to disturb silence as well when feeling like it. Ament finds herself saddened when she thinks about the ‘new rules’ where her mother was exiled, and her father was executed right at her talons for having a hybrid dragonet, where she figures there’s no hope to be found by her mother, or even finding her. All she can remember is her mother’s voice.
Short Traits[]
Quiet
Calculating
Clever
Snarky
Arrogant
Bossy
Snappy
Clumsy
Calm
Collected
Funny(rare)
Social(rare)
Excitable(rare)
Playful(rare)
History
Backstory[]
Born as an exceptional hybrid during a new dawn for the SandWings- under Queen Impala’s rule where the law’s changed, Ament was a hybrid. No figures because her mother grew up around SandWings her whole life as a NightWing, Ament was named after the ancient name meaning; a goddess of Underworld hospitality. Though about a year later she was discovered, and her mother had already exiled because of her birth, later her father was on trial, as he ended up being executed for treachery to the throne and the laws. Leaving her an orphan- being taken as a peasant/slave where Hybrids are held at low rankings. She found herself learning battle moves and spying on a close by school from outside, collecting her own information, creating her pouches and sashes, Amentet found herself learning without having to be social- or having parents. The only downside of that is that she had to learn it from scratch, AND she doesn’t know what love feels like. Without a mother/parent to show her, she won’t recognize the feeling of love. Soon enough she was traded around as a slave from house to house along the Sand Kingdom.
Roleplaying History/Posts[]
The Snake in the Crown[]
Ament found herself in a canopy between two other sandstone huts of the main village, she was sorting through her berry pouch and sighed. Under the shade, she seemed like some sort of shadow, as she liked the dark more than the sun, she narrowed her eyes because of her headaches for foreseeing. She growled as she finished up and slipped behind the village, hoping not to be caught.
Ament found herself scenting different herbs, finding herself looking to the tea shop before pulling her blanket over her wings and scales, she padded up to the shop. Examining the different specimens of tea,
Ament kept her head down, trying not to attract attention, she glanced to the floor, but still looked over the options. She hoped she wouldn’t be revealed as a hybrid so early, her wings were closed, and it seemed her tail divide was obvious...
Ament looked up. She flattened her ears. “Thanks.....” she looked around the place, it was a fine stand, though she was distracted by the mysterious dragon. “....could I just get the leaves?” She asked.
Ament paused. She looked among the dragons. Too many! She found herself look to Oolong, then to the crowded shop. Shaking her head before turning, unbeknownst she decided to snag some leaves out of sight, she turned, hoping to leave without interactions...
Ament made her way out, her slit tail trailed after her as she found herself outside the stand, she glanced around, it seemed her disguise works....maybe a little too well, she put the stolen leaves in a pouch of her herbs and headed out.
Ament found herself looking back, eying the magenta tail. “Hmmm....” she looked around before padding among the crowed to a clear area to take her cloak off, it was warm under there... she spread her starry wings before searching her pouches for her mix of cactus juices that make due for a perfect sun repellent.
Ament staggered, another vision filled her head, not of the future, no. The past. She screwed her eyes shut before the images and flashes seized. She grumbled before collecting herself a bit and deciding to go transfer across the outskirts of the city for a more dangerous method, being around the palace outposts. Near the center heart of the SandWing cities.
In the sky, Ament tried to keep quiet. Or a ‘low profile’ of sorts. Hiding her starry wings wasn't an option under her cloak, though, she knew certain ways of flying to help. She found herself nervous when the castle seemed to climb closer to her.
She found a semi, ‘Inn’ along the outskirts of the palace walls, trading in some of the only gold she had- or stolen if they think about it too hard. She nodded to the innkeeper as she was shown to her room. It has a silk curtain for the entry door, inside lay jewels imprinted in the sandstone, the bed had been a pile of hay, where there were interesting shelves and trinkets around. “Thank you...” she said.
Usually, hybrids were enslaves because of these ‘new’ rules... she growled. That’s going to change... she thought. She originally planned on a full on assassination of the Queen- but she knew it was too risky. Along with the fact that killing the queen wouldn’t bring her parents back. She cursed. “That spineless snake!” Before she decided to make a new plan. Perhaps.... go undercover?
Ament decided to lay low u til nightfall. Or dawn, telling how she was exhausted from the sneaking, the stress, and the tiredness. She didn’t want to sleep because of the fear of having more visions- but she couldn’t help herself, plopping onto the hay bed. She found herself staring at the roof. (One of those moments lmao) she then glanced to her nose ring. “Oh- I forgot about that....”
Ament found herself wake early- she wondered if her plan would actually work, perhaps being seen as a slave would be a perfect disguise. She gritted her teeth before gathering her items, she sighed.
She stopped around a small pool of water inside of the room, splashing it over her face, she saw the shatterer mirror pieces in the wall. Staring at her reflection. You can do this. She changed before getting her go keg back over her wings and scales. She looked around before heading down and heading past the innkeeper and found herself padding along the crowd of npcs and towards the palace, the. Launching herself into the air when out of sight, climbing the palace walls, she found a place to enter, a window as much- she looked around. Ok what do servants do again!? She panicked. She looked around. A bedroom? Maybe making the bed and cleaning up?
She started to organize things, trinkets and such, and folding blankets and scarves, she noticed some off looking treasure. Huh? Who would be rich enough to have such beautiful treasure? She was jealous.
Ament found herself finishing the clean up in the jeweled dorm. She raised a brow. “Wait....” she looked around. Who’s dorm is this? She looked around, the blanket still over her wings.
Ament pricked her ears. “Eeep-“ shut your snout! She hissed. Padding to the door, she sighed before opening it. “Oh-“ oh moons-
Ament cleared her throat. “I was sent here to clean out her dorm.” She said
She growled... “I am called Amentet, and I am obviously a SandWing.” She grumbled.
Ament found herself at the scene, gagging, her head ached, she found herself guilty. The vision was right.... she shivered as she looked to those who were cleaning the blood. She looked around. Impala was meant to die at my talons! Not in this! She cursed. She needed revenge, anything would do! She growled before she decided to help the other servants.
Ament found herself nearing off, she looked around before padding away from the palace. She wondered if this was her fault for not warning the queen.... but why should she care? She grumbled. “Stupid seer you are Ament. Can’t do one thing right-“
She wondered. Why am I hiding when I am a SandWing? This is my home. And being part NightWing makes me the most superior right? She thought. She remembered hearing her mother talk about it. She sighed, she was hiding herself because she didn’t feel safe.... but what if she could do the opposite? She found herself wondering about what would happen if she did reveal her identity as a powerful seer and a SandWing?
Ament flew to a roof of a plateau, taking her cloak off. Flaring her starry wings. She paused. Would she really be useful? Possibly? She shook her head. Looking to the cloak as she held it over the plateau cliff, she dropped it. Seeming like a sail in the wind as it flew down. She sighed. Don’t be afraid.... she could recall her father saying. She looked around. Now. Where too?
Ament thought the first order of business is to find that seeming SandWing general who found her in the Queen’s quarters, he seemed to be at least civilized, perhaps she could tell him about her secrets? Or maybe some royalty? Perhaps she could prove Hybrids weren’t useless? UGH BRAIN WHY ARE YOU SO LOUD! She hissed before leaping off the cliff into the canyon, spreading her starry undersides and revealing her hybrid self, she decided to fly around for awhile.
Ament found herself flying towards the palace, she landed at the balcony over the palace entrance, her wings were flared as she padded along the halls. She didn’t know the palace as well, BUT she did know some familiar parts from when..... she shrugged it off. Looking for the queen.
“Your majesty!” Ament called through the halls, finding herself start to get nervous as she as the large SandWing, she gulped as she padded towards the queen. She came to a bow when at the Queen’s talons. Hoping not to be asked why a hybrid is anywhere near the queen.
Ament paused before Impala, she chuckled nervously. “B-before you ask who I am and why a hybrid is at your talons-“ she started, “I- have a message... Maybe useful information.” She sighed. Looking away from the Queen’s face.
Ament started to speak quicker. “Erm- I’m a NightWing hybrid- MEANING, I might have inherited my ancestor’s abilities! A-and I believe I am a future seer! I believe I saw your attacker/attack before it happened!” She shuddered.
After being kicked out of the palace unsuccessful, shrikes and angry curses were sent her way from the SandWing crowed, they all seemed against hybrids, as Ament walked down the bazaar she was shouted at and hated on, she chuckled. We’ll see who’s laughing when I keep my visions a secret. You all can suffer. She then flew off, though it seemed two other SandWings decided to chase after her, breathing their fire, she gasped, staggering in the sky. She panicked.
Ament flew towards Dust, hoping the other SandWing had some sort of plan, she hissed at the guards behind her.
“Tell me.” Ament growled. “Who are you?” When the guards were searching for where she had went. “Why did you save me?” She ordered,
“Can’t say I disagree.” Ament paused. She looked around the alleyway. “I swear I’ll kill the queen.” She growled. “You said, Rebels?”
Ament dipped her head. “Pshh that’ll be easy. Heh.” She gritted her teeth. She hoped she would get another vision soon. Something more useful.
As she then decides to escape the desert from then, only to be caught around the mountains and taken under, into a mysterious laboratory.....
Truthmaker’s Lab[]
Amentet was asleep, recently captured unbeknownst who stole her from her plans of vengeance, she struggled in a dream. A nightmare even.
Ament gasped. Her eyes wide and her breath quick. She unraveled her double tails as she got to her talons, still dizzy from her capture. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted Dust Devil.” She hissed. Looking to the dragon at her cell entrance, seeming to be near the entrance of the cave where rain flickered in, the NightWing seemed to be eying her. “Who are you miss Darkness.” Ament snorted.
Foresight/Future Ideas[]
WIP
Relatives/Bloodline
Mother
Moonshatterer: Status Unknown/Missing (as of Snake in the Crown)
Father
Unnamed SandWing: Status Deceased
Uncle
Pathfinder: Status Deceased
Relationships
Family[]
Moonshatterer & Unnamed Father[]
WIP
Peers/Others[]
Truthmaker (Truth’s Lab)[]
WIP
Queen Impala (Snake in the Crown)[]
WIP
Dust Devil (Snake in the Crown)[]
WIP
Gallery
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Trivia/Facts
Notes[]
She will be found currently active in Truthmaker’s lab rp: https://wingsoffirefanon.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000214778/r/4400000000001144487