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Scorpion, Atlantic, Jaguar, Maple, and Constellation belong to Scorpionthehybrid

Mockingbird and Arapaima belong to me.

Hybrid-Hills

"Hey over here!" yelled a white and grey dragon. Arapaima guessed that he was in his winglet. He walked over to the white dragon.

"You must be the Mudwing in Azurite! Im Mockingbird!" he said cheerfully. Mockingbird was an unusual dragon, to say the least. He was pure white, with the back of his neck being light grey. His wings were a deep navy blue, peppered with black and white spots underneath. His index claw on his right hand was serrated, and his spikes were bent in some places, and one in particular on the back of his neck had been snapped in half.

"Cool, uh. You are an Icewing Nightwing?" Arapaima asked.

"Ahh, Im Skywing too!" the hybrid laughed.

Arapaima gaped. A tri-breed? He thought.

"Tri-breed? Ive never seen one before! You look really natural, as if you are a purebreed!"

"Oh, uh, thanks? Let me show you to our area."

After walking along the green rocky hills, Arapaima spotted two trees that surrounded a pool of water, and in the pool, he could see bright blue scales.

"Ive caught a Mudwing!" the Hybrid yelled, and four dragons glanced over.

One was a purple Nightwing with beautiful galaxy wings. She had a teardrop scale in the corners of her eyes. Another was an orange and red dragon. Arapaima didn't know what tribe he was. A Night/Rain/Ice dragonet in one of the trees smiled happily at him. And a bright blue/green Seawing with a dark back and nearly white wings layed in the pool of water. He did not look happy to see him.

"Hi! Im Jaguar! This is Stella, that one is Atlantic, and Maple is the orange one. Are you part Skywing?" the smaller hybrid asked, hopping down from his tree to poke at his wings.

"Nah," Arapaima said, wandering to the largest rock nearby, next to Jaguar's tree. The heat sizzled nicely under his scales.

"Im Arapaima, nice to meet you all. Imma take a nap." As he curled up, Maple said,"Wait, no, are you part Rainwing?"

"Nah," he said, dozing off, hearing bits of whispered confusion.

When he woke up, Arapaima saw Scorpion walking over, flicking her tongue at the other dragons. As she sat between the two trees, Atlantic had turned his back on the hybrid, a scowl on his face.

"Hey, how is everyone liking their area?" the green dragoness asked. Her voice was low and hissed like a liquid snake crawling through his ears. She was replied by numerous Goods and Fines.

"Arapaima, how are you liking it here so far?"

"Mmmmm good," he mumbled, rolling on his back, so his belly hit the sun.

"Alright, as long as we all are alright with eachother," she glanced at Mockingbird, then Atlantic. Mockingbird was in the other tree, his arms crossed, wings dangling, and he had each leg on both sides of the branch like a scavenger on a horse. Arapaima wondered how uncomfortable that must have felt. Atlantic managed to look back at Scorpion, his face normal. The Green hybrid nodded, flicked her tongue one last time, then walked back to the main buildings, her barbed tail slithering in the grass.

Description

Scorpion, Atlantic, Jaguar, Maple, and Constellation belong to Scorpionthehybrid

Mockingbird and Arapaima belong to me.

Hybrid-Hills

"Hey over here!" yelled a white and grey dragon. Arapaima guessed that he was in his winglet. He walked over to the white dragon.

"You must be the Mudwing in Azurite! Im Mockingbird!" he said cheerfully. Mockingbird was an unusual dragon, to say the least. He was pure white, with the back of his neck being light grey. His wings were a deep navy blue, peppered with black and white spots underneath. His index claw on his right hand was serrated, and his spikes were bent in some places, and one in particular on the back of his neck had been snapped in half.

"Cool, uh. You are an Icewing Nightwing?" Arapaima asked.

"Ahh, Im Skywing too!" the hybrid laughed.

Arapaima gaped. A tri-breed? He thought.

"Tri-breed? Ive never seen one before! You look really natural, as if you are a purebreed!"

"Oh, uh, thanks? Let me show you to our area."

After walking along the green rocky hills, Arapaima spotted two trees that surrounded a pool of water, and in the pool, he could see bright blue scales.

"Ive caught a Mudwing!" the Hybrid yelled, and four dragons glanced over.

One was a purple Nightwing with beautiful galaxy wings. She had a teardrop scale in the corners of her eyes. Another was an orange and red dragon. Arapaima didn't know what tribe he was. A Night/Rain/Ice dragonet in one of the trees smiled happily at him. And a bright blue/green Seawing with a dark back and nearly white wings layed in the pool of water. He did not look happy to see him.

"Hi! Im Jaguar! This is Stella, that one is Atlantic, and Maple is the orange one. Are you part Skywing?" the smaller hybrid asked, hopping down from his tree to poke at his wings.

"Nah," Arapaima said, wandering to the largest rock nearby, next to Jaguar's tree. The heat sizzled nicely under his scales.

"Im Arapaima, nice to meet you all. Imma take a nap." As he curled up, Maple said,"Wait, no, are you part Rainwing?"

"Nah," he said, dozing off, hearing bits of whispered confusion.

When he woke up, Arapaima saw Scorpion walking over, flicking her tongue at the other dragons. As she sat between the two trees, Atlantic had turned his back on the hybrid, a scowl on his face.

"Hey, how is everyone liking their area?" the green dragoness asked. Her voice was low and hissed like a liquid snake crawling through his ears. She was replied by numerous Goods and Fines.

"Arapaima, how are you liking it here so far?"

"Mmmmm good," he mumbled, rolling on his back, so his belly hit the sun.

"Alright, as long as we all are alright with eachother," she glanced at Mockingbird, then Atlantic. Mockingbird was in the other tree, his arms crossed, wings dangling, and he had each leg on both sides of the branch like a scavenger on a horse. Arapaima wondered how uncomfortable that must have felt. Atlantic managed to look back at Scorpion, his face normal. The Green hybrid nodded, flicked her tongue one last time, then walked back to the main buildings, her barbed tail slithering in the grass.