Ash | Female | Mist/Ivy Hybrid-Mistwing Champion | 14 | Pan | Dreamscape | Tags; None | Character Sheet: Pg. 4
Ash sat still and let the message play again, listening to see if she could detect anything that would give her a clue on the voices when another Mistwing walks up. It's Violet again. Ash sighs and flicks her tail to dismiss the warrior, wondering why her subconscious kept returning to this dragon. "I can't believe I got assigned to a hybrid." The voice was so full of disdain and disgust and the suddenness of it startled Ash. She whipped her head around to face the anomaly and was confused as to why it hadn't disappeared yet. Too many questions popped into her head but she quickly calmed herself down and asked: "What do you mean assigned?" Violet scoffed and said "I don't know why, but you were chosen as a Champion. And I've been assigned as your Dragon of Myth. I know that I'm amazing but why couldn't they have given me a pureblood fighter, like myself, instead of a cowardly hybrid such as you." It was at this moment Ash decided she had had enough of this arrogant intruder, if she couldn't make Violet leave, she could at least make her less annoying. She willed a dome of rock to manifest around the nuisance and, remembering Violet's odd fear of spiders, filled it with them.
Feather | Male | Ivy/Mist Hybrid-Ivywing Champion | 14 | Bi | Ivywing Library | Tags; Birch | Character Sheet: Pg. 4
Feather looked up at Birch's question and then looked back down at the book he held in his claws. "I might have, but I'm not sure." He held up the book for his companion to see. "This is a lesser known legend that no one knows where it came from. It talks about an animus dragon stopping a war by enchanting something to connect the minds of both sides, allowing them to realize they were both afraid of the same things and stop fighting. It's not exactly the scenario we have, but maybe an animus dragon is behind the voices, which might mean that there's only one dragon and the multiple voices were just hyperbole." Feather softly closed the book and set it on the table. " It's actually really interesting because the animus it describes sounds like it must be a Shellwing, but it also can't be, because it doesn't have shell-scales. And there are also a lot of dragon species that don't exist. It's probably fiction but I found it in the 'Historical Legends' section."
Chrysocolla | Female | Cavewing Champion | 12 | Asexual/Panromantic | Sleeping cave | Tags; None | Character Sheet: Pg. 14
Chrysocolla wandered seemingly aimlessly around but when she reached the end of her song, she was at her sleeping cave. She padded softly inside and walked passed the many results of her ventures for expression. Weavings were hung in a corner, paintings and drawings next to them. Underneath those sat a chest which was filled with scrolls of writing; stories, poems and songs. Around the chest were a few sculptures. All of the pieces were completed, Chrysocolla refused to leave anything undone, even if she hated it. She walked over to a raised platform and curled up on the comfortable moss that covered it, drifting silently off into sleep.
Her dreams usually consisted of either memories of the cave-in that stole her siblings and her eye, which were usually unpleasant, or wandering around in an empty void, which would seem to be where she was. But there were never other dragons, but now there was. An old Cavewing whose glowing scales had faded to a dim white and his tired purple eyes sunk into his head. When he spoke his voice scratched like he had swallowed stones. "You have been chosen and now you must find all other Champions, three of each kind. Each has a teacher and now I am yours, they'll need a healer so I'll teach you cures. My name is Geode, a very skilled medic, I'll show you to cure things from decapitation to headaches."
Aster | Male | Meadowwing Champion | 10 | Bi | Aster's Burrow | Tags; Lichen | Character Sheet: Pg. 14
Aster grabbed a strawberry and popped it in his mouth as Lichen took a bite out of her apple. "No, haven't had the chance yet. But I had some food at the festival before it ended." He grabbed another strawberry and simultaneously felt the pears with his tail, as he suspected; overripe. He then used his tail to fling them into a bin by the entrance with practiced ease. "I was planning on either hunting some rabbits tomorrow, there's a new trap I wanna try. But it's more of a sit and wait kind-of trap so I wouldn't mind some company." He smiled brightly at her and then ate another strawberry.