by eel. » Mon Apr 23, 2018 1:58 am
Username: Mistyleaf - she
Name: Shella
Your favorite memory at the beach: Riding in a boat and seeing a dolphin up really close
A story (250+ words) of her dealing with her lack of wings: Shella stretched, ready to go to the beach for the day. Being the Guardian of Water, she had to make sure no dargons littered there and keep sea creatures safe. Shella climbed out of her makeshift cave and once again wished she could have wings, because it would make it easier to fly to the beach. By the time she ran there, she was panting. Only a few dargons were at the beach. A family of Blazegons were relaxing in the sun while a Windgon and Blazegon couple played in the ocean, diving in with their wings propelling them and then bursting up to fly with the albatross. Shella yet again wished she had wings. She sighed, turning back around to examine the Blazegons when she saw a sneering face inches from hers. She jumped back, surprised, to see a Raingon glaring at her. "Why are you clogging up the beach, wingless?" he growled. Shella raised her head. "I'm the Water Guardian, thank you very much." The Raingon's jaw dropped open and suddenly he lunged at Shella. She couldn't go anywhere in time, as she couldn't fly. The Raingon tackled her and lunged towards her neck when a spray of water hit him in the face. Shella raked her claws down his face and he ran away, spitting. She looked back at the sea to see the couple smiling at her. "Thanks!" Shella called. The female just shrugged, but walked over anyway. "It's okay." she said. I can't stand bullies. Shella laughed "I could've handled him on my own, you know. I am a Guardian." The mare looked surprised. "That must be hard." She sympathised. "Being a Guardian with no wings." Shella looked back at her sleek back. "It is, sometimes. Though having no wings helps my slide into slippery places where I can spy on poachers or rule breakers. Also, if I use my tail right, I can swim deep because by body is sleek like a seal's. The mare nodded. "You seem to cope well. My name is Firebolt by the way. Former naval officer, leader of the Tribe of Burning Flames." Shella's eyes shot wide. "Naval officer." she said in wonder. "You cope well with wings I must say!" Shock crossed Firebolt's face for a second. "You know I was human?" she asked hesitantly. "Of course!" said Shella. "Dargons don't have a Navy." Firebolt nodded, slowly, before announcing she had to go back to her mate. Shella shook herself when she was gone. She did cope well without wings, maybe even better than if she didn't have them.
(432 words. The Blazegon family mentioned was Flare, Scorpius, and their twins and Firebolt and her mate, Sisterio, are mine. Except for Scorpius)