Fanfiction by Darkmoon the IceWing NightWing about her character Ozark. Don't use without permission.
Chapter 1[]
Ozark sat curled by the window in her cozy room. She lived in the Sky Palace, where her mother served as an advisor to the queen. Ozark never knew her father, although she knew he was an IceWing, but she didn't need to know. For her, having a mother and a sister were enough.
Swiss, her younger sister, was a bouncy young dragonet who didn't seem to fit the expected behavior for a noble dragonet. She would have flying competitions in the palace halls with other dragonets, knocking over statues in the process, and she got up to all kinds of mischief. Swiss' appearance didn't help her fit in either, as the dragonet had bright white scales and long, sharp horns that fit more on an IceWing than a Skywing. Luckily, everyone seemed to love Swiss anyways.
Ozark knew that she and Swiss were lucky. The queen had a low tolerance for anyone odd, and it was only because Cinder was Scarlet's favorite advisor that her daughters were safe from Burn's weirdling tower. Sighing, Ozark got up from her perch and went over to the mirror.
Tonight, the queen was hosting a gala with the MudWings to promote cooperation with their allies. Cinder, Swiss, and Ozark were invited. Ozark felt nervous, as she didn't get invited to formal events very often. She didn't know what to wear. After much deliberation, she eventually decided on a silver necklace with a drooping chain and several silk scarves that would look good with her pale red scales.
Right as she was positioning the last of her scarves, Swiss barged in and knocked Ozark to the floor. She quickly bounced away, flitting excitedly around the room. "Tonight's the night!" Swiss cried. "I get to go to my first gala! And there will be MudWings, and princes, and princesses, and food... lots of good food!"
Ozark smiled at her sister. "Yes, there'll be food. But before we can get any food, we need to get you ready. Let's take a look at Mom's jewelry and see what works for you." They spent the next hour looking through jewelry. Swiss tried on a wide variety of necklaces, eareings, armbands, and tailbands before deciding on a matching set of gold and ruby necklaces and earrings. There was also a winding golden tailband that looked great on Swiss.
Ozark enjoyed helping her sister get ready. It was relaxing to spend time together, and they both looked stunning. After an hour or two of getting ready, Ozark and Swiss were greeted by their mother and taken to the gala. Ozark felt butterflies in her stomach, as she had never been to a gala as important as this one before.
As they walked down the stairs, several heads turned. Ozark loved the attention. For once in her life, she felt beautiful. Her odd hybrid features weren't ugly, they were stunning accents to her appearance. Her dark eyes were like shards of obsidian and her horns were made of silver. She smiled, walking with her mother and sister into the crowd.
Chapter 2[]
Unfortunately, the gala wasn't quite as exciting as Ozark had hoped. Her mother had to leave them to talk politics with some of the MudWings, so Swiss and Ozark were left to entertain themselves. Swiss started dancing, but Ozark had about as much grace as a potato. Not wanting to accidentally hurt herself or anyone else, she sat at one of the tables along the edge of the ballroom.
The night dragged on at a slow pace. Ozark passed the time by watching the guests dance and munching on appetizers. She exchanged pleasantries with a few MudWing guests, but overall, she was bored.
At one point, her dangling necklace seemed like it was trying to strangle her. She untangled it several times, but it kept snaking around her neck. Fed up with it, she growled at the necklace. "Stupid necklace, get off me!"
The necklace obeyed. As soon as Ozark commanded it to get off her, the necklace started trying to wiggle over her horns. Frightened, Ozark tried to pull it down. Her efforts had no effect and the necklace kept pulling. Stop! she told the necklace. It did. Ozark looked around frantically, her dark eyes wide.
What was that? Did anyone see me? How did I make that necklace move? Questions raced through her mind, but Ozark kept circling back to the same conclusion. Moons above, I think I'm an animus!
Chapter 3[]
Ozark didn't know what to do with this information. She felt overwhelmed, but she also has to be sure before she jumped to conclusions. She decided to test her possible powers.
--- Prompt: She rolled her eyes as he winked at her, his smile so wide it made her want to rip his snout off. "Would you get to the point?" She said in the kindest voice she could muster, though she wanted nothing more than to fly over there and straight up stab him for the look he was giving her.