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Character submission for Biohazardia , my drawing of the character.

Name: Tempest
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Mostly pretty chill about most aspects of his life, but if anyone tries to harm his loved ones, he'd tear them apart. He also loves making jewelry and selling it, although he doesn't wear much himself, only a silver crescent earring. He's always had an ambition for environmental science.
Current Profession: He works as a part-time assassin for an older SandWing, Buffalo. While in his own time, he makes and sells jewelry and flies throughout Pyrrhia, exploring. He lives in the northern parts of the Sand Kingdom, close to Possibility, where he makes some basic living.
Backstory: Imma try to write a story thing so here goes.

Constellation was the best spy for queen Battlewinner. His work was always done quietly, yet sinisterly. When four highly respected SandWings in the Scorpion Den had gone missing, none knew the dangerous work of his claws. He was ruthless, and never failed. The few that knew of his work revered him, never tried to go against his beliefs, his opinion. No one would have a chance against him.
A cold chill swept around Constellation, circling under his wings and nearly whipping him off the cold ground on which he stood. As he squinted and searched the horizon, he glimpsed the small outline of a hut. He took off and flew closer. Nothing. He looked behind him, and saw the very outskirts on the desert. He had flown all day to this point, now it was approaching dark. He had expected a small hut to take shelter here from the ongoing cold, but there was no trace of any civilization.
  A mirage, he thought, digging his talons into the uneven ground. I’m losing it. But I can’t. I’m the strongest. I can’t stop now.
  Constellation lifted off once more, rising higher into the darkening sky. Searching ahead of him, he spotted a faint light to the north. He sighed, knowing that he'd just have to get colder. But that was what he was here for. He was to spy on IceWings, and not let himself be exploited or killed or anything.
  Diving, he made his way toward the faint light. As he came closer, he noticed it was a window to a small house. Someone lived there.
  I suppose I’ll just kill whoever’s inside, Constellation thought darkly. He took whatever he could get when he could get it. What was one lowly IceWing anyway?
  Constellation landed quietly outside. Sniffing the air, he picked up the scent of roasting poultry. His stomach began to complain, and he clutched it, forcing it to remain quiet. He looked up, and thought he heard shuffling inside. He quickly slunk to the side of the house, pressing himself against it, taking shallow breaths to remain as quiet as possible.
Then, without hesitation, he slithered to the doorway and stepped inside.
To his surprise, someone was already there, waiting for him.
Before he could react, his vision was obscured by silvery-white scales and flashing claws. The rigid talons of an IceWing caught on his scales and sliced his shoulder. Constellation was knocked onto his back with surprising force, and the dragon quickly got into a position on top of him to deliver a painful blow. But the stranger wasn't fast enough. With a deft kick, Constellation flung the attacker off of him and into the wall. Before the ice dragon could react, he sprung over and landed on top of them, digging his claws into the stranger's neck.
The IceWing twisted its head around and Constellation was surprised to see that it was female. The faint glint from the rising moon caught in her eyes, reflecting a soft blue. Constellation glimpsed in her eyes fierce anger and panic. But he also caught a bit of confusion and the tiniest bit of serene calmness. It was almost like a feeling that he had never experienced. Like he could get lost in those eyes forever, surrounded by serene blue and calm.
Constellation finally shook himself free of his trance and growled, squeezing her neck tighter.
"Give me a reason to not kill you right now," Constellation hissed into her ear.
Her head turned again and she gave him a smug look. "I should be asking the same question."
"Was that a threat?" he said, loosening his grip a little bit. "That's fair. Let's agree to not kill each other. Forget my face. Let me be on my way."
    He let go of her pale silver neck and stepped away. The IceWing quickly returned to her feet and faced him in a intimidating position, rubbing the smooth scales along her neck. When she did, her claws ran over a silver necklace, dangling with small pendants of the same color.
"I won't hurt you as long as you don't hurt me,"she said eerily calm. "What's your name, strange NightWing? You should thank me for not ending you here, our tribes hate each other, you know."
"I can't trust you yet,"Constellation remarked. "You have to tell me yours first, if you want any sort of deal here."
"The IceWing narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh well, nothing much to lose anyway. Frost."
"Constellation," said the NightWing, narrowing his eyes back at her. "Don't think about any of the information here against me."
To his surprise, Frost laughed. "Like I would ever do that. I'm to far away from anything, and no one would listen to me anyway."
In spite of the chill, Constellation thought he felt warmth in his cheeks. Dangit, he thought. Quit liking her! She’s an IceWing! Literally the worst freaking enemy out there! Do something!
  Instead, he simply looked into her eyes and said, "You seem like a fun dragon. One to get along with easy. I wish to stay in your house overnight, so I can finish my mission in the morning."
  WHAT. ARE YOU DOING.
Despite his inner conscience telling him to run, fight, do something sensible, he followed this strange dragon inside, where she showed him to a small closet that he barely fit into. They talked for about an hour, and finally Frost slithered off into her own room. Constellation finally got into a comfortable position and fell asleep.

A freezing chill was suffocating his lungs. Snow was swirling around him. He saw the silhouette of a strange dragon beside him, but he couldn't completely make it out before he saw the battered figure of Frost. He wanted to help her, she looked so weary, even cold herself. The lunged forward with fierce anger on her face with a dagger, prepared to impale him.
  Constellation felt something poking him. He quickly binked away the vivid nightmare and was met with Frost's eyes only a few inches away from his own. Constellation flinched and jumped back, but he forgot that he was in a crowded space, so he smacked his head hard on the ceiling and wall. Frost doubled over laughing, and sat back in hysterics. Constellation was mostly embarrassed, but the smallest part of him liked it that Frost had found him funny already.
Constellation rubbed the foggy tiredness out of his eyes and finally sat up and walked out. His bones and muscles ached from the flight the day before, and the cramped closet hadn't helped.
  Frost emerged behind him, her calming breath seeming to echo through the house and inside of him. He looked back at her, then quickly looked away when he felt his face turning red. He hadn't noticed, but Frost had a bit of honeyglow to her cheeks, too.
"Gah, I just can't help it," Constellation sighed. "Look, I find you attractive, you're a good dragon, and I can already tell that you have a kind heart. I know nothing will ever happen between us. Just ignore it. Don't do anything and let me go."
Frost flinched, and there was an obvious look or bewilderment on her face. She hesitantly reached and put her palm on his shoulder, but he flinched away. "I won't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. I feel the same way. I know you're a good dragon. I can already see a future with you and me. I know this is happening fast. I can see where your path will go."
Constellation sighed and looked back into her beautiful eyes. "I can't. I'd try to make something crazy like this happen, but I have a mission, I am loyal to my queen."
Frost let out a small puff of ice breath. Even from a few feet away, Constellation could feel the chill emitting from it. "Hey. We can still try being together. I know we just met, but I know we both feel the same way."
Constellation relaxed his body and sat down. He knew he couldn't just do something like this. Falling in love with an IceWing. He could think of a million ways for this to go horribly wrong. Nothing could save him from this.
Frost quietly walked over to him and and put a wing over his shoulder. They had only just met, but Frost was already a very comforting character, and Constellation felt as if they had know one another for years. He looked up and into Frost's stunning blue eyes once more.
That day, Frost won Constellation's undying love forever.

Two years later

Constellation and Frost had been together for a while. They only wanted to be together. Nothing crazy, away from civilization. Constellation never went back to the NightWing island. He was presumed dead, killed in action. But he was alive. Living with the love of his life, and IceWing.
Constellation never expected what came next.
Frost had been having stomach pains. She would lie awake at night, crying out in pain, and Constellation had tried to help, but he didn't know how to treat something like this. Was it the flu? Or a disease? Mostly he wondered, Will she be okay? I'll kill if anything happens to her. Please live, love, please...
    After one especially painful night, Frost let out several gasps of agony. Constellation rushed to her. He gently rubbed her body, trying to maybe soothe the pain or something. She gently pushed his talons away.
"Constellation. I- I need to tell you something," she hiccuped. "I don't know how you'll react. Just- just don't overreact or- or anything..."
"It's fine. Everything will be okay. I promise," he whispered.
Frost winced. Constellation could see the look of pain and torment this whole thing was giving her. But he did see her face seem to relax a bit.
"I-I'm with egg..." she dozed off.
  A wave of shock tore through Constellation so deep that he had to sit down for a minute. The room was silent for a moment as the two of them regarded each other in the dim light.
"We...never wanted to have dragonets. I mean-"Constellation stuttered.
"Look, don't worry about me. In a few days I'll be able to lay my egg and I hope things will go back to normal...."Frost whispered.
"No. Nothing can go back to normal after this. Don't you know what we've done? We've broken any and all rules with both of our tribes. We can't just play along with something like this."
Frost's blue eyes closed, and Constellation noticed small streams of silver running down her face. It was sad, but there was no going back. He knew what he had to do.

Constellation paced outside the door to their room, muttering to himself. Inside, he could hear Frost's moans as she went into labor. He wanted to come in and help, calm her down, do something, but she had told him it would be dangerous for both of them.
Frost let out an extremely loud yelp and Constellation heard a thud. She had collapsed on the floor. Without thinking, he threw open the door and dashed in to help her. She only gazed up at him, her face a mix of pain yet relief. Constellation looked over to the stone slab of a bed. Lying crooked, quietly nestled in soft cloth and pillows, was a shiny silver egg.

The two of them slowly nestled into bed that night, but Constellation stared at the egg, sitting comfortably in a nest opposite of them. He couldn't let this happen. They couldn't raise it. Someone could find them! See the hybrid! The whole world would know! He'd spend the rest of his life in prison, the same as Frost. The only way to keep everyone safe would be to take to egg and return to his home. He had to leave.
  He made sure Frost was truly asleep, then silently slipped from his bed over to the egg. His talons felt heavy and awkward with such a fragile thing, a small thing that would bring forth life. He picked it up out of the nest and peered at it, then turned his head towards Frost. He held the egg to his chest and crept to the doorway. He turned his head one last time toward the beautiful shape of his wife, slumbering. "I'm sorry, my love,"he whispered, quietly so tenderly, as to not wake her. He turned around and walked out.
The egg seemed to pulse in his talons as he wrapped it in a fur cloth and tied it to his chest. As he approached closer to the opening door, he thought of how he had first met Frost, how she had loved him right away, how she had accepted him, how she was so much like him. How she could snap someone's neck for any sort of greater good. Her strong wings and arms that would fight for him and for love. He liked that about her. He walked out of the doorway and into the eerie night.
  It was cloudless, completely still. No wind, nothing. But something seemed off. Seemed like a storm was brewing, he could sense it. But he couldn't see it. But it was coming. Something that would put him in danger, but there was nothing to be seen. A tempest, he thought, shivering. Stars sparkled everywhere, but instead of radiating light, they seemed to emit loneliness, stillness, and cold. He would miss Frost. Without looking back, he lifted into the starry night and flew away forever, the egg close to his chest, soaring fast for the Night Kingdom.

Frost never saw him after that. Even now she still remembered the sickening feeling she had upon waking up to see that her husband and egg were gone. That he had betrayed her, left her. Frost stared gloomily into the horizon, watching the sun disappear over the dark mountains. She was on her own again. Her scales felt dry and incomplete without Constellation at her side. She sighed and continued to stare into the sun. Just before the final sliver of light was obscured, she saw a figure, flying toward her. The dark shape got bigger and bigger. Frost gasped, she was suddenly filled with hope. Constellation was returning.
She was quickly mistaken, however, when the last remaining light reflected off of silvery- white scales like her own. The figure split into two. There were two dragons flying up there. They seemed to spot her hut. They hovered in the air for a moment, then changed direction and dove down to where she was.
Frost quickly recognised them as her parents. They were both traders that lived more up north in a small town. They hardly ever visited her, they were so busy.
Frost's mother, Mist, touched down first, her white face cracked with a smile. Behind her, Frost's father, Barren, landed.
Frost immediately found herself pressed into the chest of her mother. The two dragons' necklaces pressed into each other's scales and left faint imprints behind. Small flakes dropped from Mist's wings onto Frost's, tingling along her scales. Mist finally pulled away and Barren came and gave her a quick, firm hug.
"Oh dearest, it's been so long! Your father and I have been thinking about you for the past month! How has it been?" Mist said,
"I've been fine. It's just been sort of a boring three years, no one to talk too..." Frost lied. A quick image of Constellation flashed through her head, but she pushed it away.
"Oh, good," her mother said, reaching into a burlap cloth tied over her shoulder. "I brought the ingredients for your favorite stew, and an interesting drink I picked up yesterday." She pulled out a squat green bottle with some intricate markings on it, several spices and a small net with some shimmering silver fish. "Freshly caught," she said.
"Thank, you," Frost said, taking the gifts. She quickly set them aside and turned to her parents. "So how have you been? I haven't heard from you in a while. I mean- how's the job..."
"Oh, it's been great. We've gotten more well known in the community. We met some SandWings in the town just last week, isn't that right?"Mist turned to her husband.
Barren looked up from his claws and shrugged, but still held a smile on his face. He wasn't much of a talker, but he was more of a personal conversation maker, and he took time with others, other than skimming over words, like Frost's mother.
"Oh, don't be silly, Barren. Come, talk more," Mist said, a bit quieter. She turned to Frost. "Is it alright if we head inside for a bit, dear?"
"Oh, um, yes," she said , turning around and guiding them in.
Turns out they didn't stay for a few minutes and head back. They talked for hours, Barren obviously speaking the least. They caught up on things. Frost never told them about her secret husband. How he was a NightWing. Even most IceWings outside the circles loathed NightWings for what they had done to the tribe thousands of years ago. Frost couldn't just say that she had a NightWing lover. She'd be ruined. No one would contact her again.
Frost's parents finally concluded the talking and decided that it would be best to stay the night. As they slipped into the spare bedroom, Frost went to the front entrance and stared wistfully at the sky once again. The stars were shining so brightly. Silver, starry scales on strong, black wings. The wings that held her close and comforted her, promising to keep her protected forever.
  Don’t think about him, she told herself stubbornly. He left. He’s gone. Maybe it would have been best if he never showed up.
  Somehow the darkness of the night seemed to calm her and silence her fears.

  Her parents left the next morning. There were hurried hugs and goodbyes, then they were gone. She gazed at them as they flew away. She almost wished they would come back. She felt even lonelier again. The empty air seemed to be pressing in on her. Her mind flicked back to Constellation, what he could be doing. He was maybe happily at home, not even thinking of her. Maybe he was, maybe he was filled with guilt for what he had done. Frost thought of that with a slight smile. She wanted him back, here. If he felt awful he might return, maybe...
Over the next few months, Frost tried to get her life straight. She tried to make things the way they had been before she had met Constellation. Something wasn't right. She couldn't get the hag of it. She felt empty inside, like a crevice in a mountain, just letting the wind whistle inside her. Constellation had been the last puzzle piece to her life. Without him, she was incomplete. Nothing went back to normal after that.
It just went downhill.

Rips and tears were added to furniture as time progressed. Frost's claws raked the walls, hurting her. She cried every day for the love she had lost. She knocked down pots and broke dishes, sometimes of purpose. She felt clumsy. She needed help. She needed him. She went hungry because she didn't have the energy to hunt. Her tears drained her of water, and she found herself gasping in dehydration sometimes. Soon enough, though, her mind was filled with anger and ferocity toward Constellation. How could he have done such a thing? Her awful change in habits broke her. She broke herself.
Frost didn't forget the day she saw the knife, just lying on the kitchen counter. She grabbed it, wondering how to use it. She knew what to do, but she didn't. She twisted the blade around and sliced her wrist.
Frost lived that year surrounded with hate, anger, and regret. She found herself drawn to mountains. They seemed like the only thing that calmed her. There, she was able to to think a bit clearer and fight her horrible feelings.
Frost sat on the small hill a bit south of her hut. Behind her, the light was still on, and some spices were roasting. She felt the knife at her side. The knife that she had cut herself with, and now she mostly used it for hunting. She gazed south, watching the wind whip by carrying a few small flakes. But soon enough, those flakes morphed into a blizzard. She didn't move. She was used to snow. The cold flakes landed on her nose and licked her wings, but she didn't move. After a few minutes she glimpsed something. It almost looked like a dark figure in the distance, struggling in the storm.
When she heard a voice, she knew who it was. It was the very dragon that had loved her, betrayed her, and left. He broke her without even being there. He was the reason she had suffered so long.
It looked like he had someone else with him. A smaller figure. Frost watched them like a venomous snake about to strike, her claws gripping the handle of her knife. She finally got up and lifted of toward them. Constellation would pay for what he had done.


  Tempest would say he grew up normal. Well, mostly. He had a few friends. But he was made fun of. For his weird looks. His white scales. The way he looked like a dog.
His IceWing heritage.
He was the connection of two tribes, illegal, a forbidden offspring if you will. Few accepted him the way he was. Like everyone else, he grew up on the volcanic NightWing island. He ate nasty things, he did the things any NightWing would do. But he wasn't treated exactly the same.
Dragons thought he didn't notice when they rolled their eyes or sighed or laughed or gossiped with each other behind his back. He noticed. And he had taken his anger out on a few of them.
His father, Constellation, moped around the house and would always swoon over maps or read and just sleep. Muttered a lot about some dragon named Frost, which Tempest had concluded to be his mother. Tempest knew he was half IceWing. He just did, and any mention of one sparked his curiosity. Constellation taught Tempest lessons on sticking to your own and such. Never to explore and try to find other tribes. Never have that happen to the family again.
Which was exactly what triggered Tempest's ambition for exploring.
He knew what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to find other tribes, find a way to form a peace treaty with the IceWings, after all the years of hate. He just wanted everyone to get along so he could do his own thing, maybe do something special to Pyrrhia one day.
But it all changed when he was five.
The volcano steamed ash, and the sky became even darker, if that was possible. He went along with the rush of everyone else and eventually found his way to that dark, creepy tunnel that led into the rainforest. On the way, he was able to meet an interesting golden SandWing named Sunny, who helped guide the other NightWings own of the secret tunnel. Larger, older dragons loomed in the back bringing up the rear. Tempest spotted Morrowseer, the largest dragon he had ever seen. His athourative shape made him scramble to the front. He never saw the big NightWing again.
Tempest waited for days in the rainforest, waiting to reunite with his father. During that time, he was introduced to the five prophecy dragonets. He made a quick but deep bond with Sunny. She was a hybrid, too. She understood him the most. She spent time with him just talking, just sitting there, in the jungle, connecting with his story.
  He finally found his dad and together they worked on rebuilding the community they had once had on the island.
As soon as the war ended, Constellation took Tempest on a journey across the continent. "To find your mother," he had said. "To reunite the family. Maybe we can make things right."
Together they traveled across the desert, and made their way into the northern parts of the kingdom of sand.

Wind flurried around them and Tempest felt something strange touch his nose. The first snowflake. A light sprinkle of flakes fell all around them, and still they strutted on. They finally reached a point where Tempest could make out a single light in the distance, glowing from a hut. But it was obscured by a sudden rapid fall of flakes as the small shower of flakes turned into a blizzard. The wind whistled all around them and Tempest felt as though his ears would fall off. Soon enough, he saw sticks and leaves and boughs from trees scatter in the wind and take off in all different directions, tossed in the rapid wind.
  His father suddenly pushed him. "Look out!" he cried, shoving him into the snow, which piled up higher and higher, surprisingly quickly. A large log hurled through the storm and flew just over his head as he fell in the snow. But he felt a sharp pain in his side as he had fallen. He flinched away, and saw a trickle of blood drip off of him. A sharp, broken branch had stabbed him. He immediately felt the pain of it raise with the cold wind shrieking fiercely against it.
  He suddenly heard a ferocious roar and looked up. The faintest figure could be seen, a pale dragon with silvery-white scales. She immediately landed with the most menacing, deadly look on her face. She ran toward Tempest's father and sank her claws into his neck as he tried to run away.
  "I never should have trusted you, you lying, cheating devil,"she hissed as she pinned him down. "Nothing could prepare me for what you did."
  As some of the snow cleared away, Tempest caught a glimpse of this battered ice dragon. She had several bruises on her wings and along her shoulders, cuts on her wrists, and a chapped mouth. She looked tired, with dark circles under her eyes, which caught the white light and reflected light blue. But Tempest saw only only a murderous gleam in them. Oh no. It took all his strength to get up. He tried to make his way over to the frightening scene, but it was too late. With a quick motion, the IceWing pulled a dagger out from nowhere and sliced it horribly, savagely, across Constellation's throat.
  "NO!" Tempest screamed, his voice catching in the wind as Constellation took one last awful, betrayed look at the IceWing and fell dead to the ground. The snow around his neck was quickly stained red from the blood still gushing from the fatal wound.
Time seemed to go in slow motion as the attacker stared down at the gleaming red blood on her talons, then turn darkly toward Tempest.
It was the most terrifying moment of his entire life.
She grinned, she actually grinned, the most wicked grin one could ever make. That evil gleam reflected in her eyes again. He finally noticed that he had the same eyes as her as she stalked toward him.
"So. You're my offspring. Come for a little family reunion?"
Tempest only shivered in the cold. "You're Frost. My mother. You're-much different that my father described you."
His tongue seemed to sting when he mentioned his father, and he remembered the horribleness of what had just happened.
  "Yes. I am. Time does that to a dragon. Also getting your dragonet stolen from you and living alone for the past six years with no contact with your love breaks you."
Anger swelled up inside Tempest. This dragon had murdered his father in front of him. He couldn't let this go unpunished. He bristed his spines and launched himself at his mother.
Frost didn't waste a moment. She was already there, blocking his blows when he tried to claw at her. Her talons were bigger than his, and she caught both of them with brute force and held them still.
"Is this really what Constellation raised you to be? Attacking your own mother?"
"You killed my father, IceWing! I will not let you just get away with that," Tempest yelled. "I've been taught to stand up to people if they try to hurt me or others. You will pay for this!"
With a swift motion, he kicked her in the stomach. His claws caught on her underbelly and a trickle of blue IceWing blood dripped out, adding a few dark blue speckles to the white snow. She flinched back. Enraged, she drew her knife to stab him.
Tempest was too fast. He smacked her head hard with his wings and knocked her over. He quickly leaped onto her back and pinned her to the snowy ground.
"One thing about murderers," Tempest said. "They never truly kill anyone. Say hi to Dad for me." And then with a quick motion, he snapped his mother's neck.
For a long moment, Tempest just sat there, staring into Frost's lifeless eyes. Finally he stepped forward and closed them for good. He then went over to his father, the older NightWing that had raised him, and did the same in silence. He buried both their bodies side by side in the snow. They could finally rest.

Tempest never came back to that spot, but he always went for trips in the mountains near it. He made a living by making and selling jewelry and working a bit as an assassin, which he quickly gave up after a few years. He made an oath to himself to always protect his loved ones, no matter what. He kept that promise his whole life, especially when he found his beloved, a lovely NightWing named Lightheart. Together they explored Pyrrhia and had three dragonets. But he never forgot his heritage. Where he came from, and who he was.

Current residence- Possibly, Northern Sand Kingdom(ever since he was five) Claws of the Clouds Mountains(after he met Lightheart)
Timeline- story starts out eight years before the end of the War of SandWing Succession, Frost has the egg two years after that, her story takes place in the one year when Tempest is still in his egg, Tempest is five when his father dies, so this story ends when the War of SandWing Succession ends.

hope you like

Art and story copyrights (at least for this piece) to ME
OC adopt copyrights to Biohazardia
Wings of Fire copyrights to Tui T. Sutherland

Description

Character submission for Biohazardia , my drawing of the character.

Name: Tempest
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Mostly pretty chill about most aspects of his life, but if anyone tries to harm his loved ones, he'd tear them apart. He also loves making jewelry and selling it, although he doesn't wear much himself, only a silver crescent earring. He's always had an ambition for environmental science.
Current Profession: He works as a part-time assassin for an older SandWing, Buffalo. While in his own time, he makes and sells jewelry and flies throughout Pyrrhia, exploring. He lives in the northern parts of the Sand Kingdom, close to Possibility, where he makes some basic living.
Backstory: Imma try to write a story thing so here goes.

Constellation was the best spy for queen Battlewinner. His work was always done quietly, yet sinisterly. When four highly respected SandWings in the Scorpion Den had gone missing, none knew the dangerous work of his claws. He was ruthless, and never failed. The few that knew of his work revered him, never tried to go against his beliefs, his opinion. No one would have a chance against him.
A cold chill swept around Constellation, circling under his wings and nearly whipping him off the cold ground on which he stood. As he squinted and searched the horizon, he glimpsed the small outline of a hut. He took off and flew closer. Nothing. He looked behind him, and saw the very outskirts on the desert. He had flown all day to this point, now it was approaching dark. He had expected a small hut to take shelter here from the ongoing cold, but there was no trace of any civilization.
  A mirage, he thought, digging his talons into the uneven ground. I’m losing it. But I can’t. I’m the strongest. I can’t stop now.
  Constellation lifted off once more, rising higher into the darkening sky. Searching ahead of him, he spotted a faint light to the north. He sighed, knowing that he'd just have to get colder. But that was what he was here for. He was to spy on IceWings, and not let himself be exploited or killed or anything.
  Diving, he made his way toward the faint light. As he came closer, he noticed it was a window to a small house. Someone lived there.
  I suppose I’ll just kill whoever’s inside, Constellation thought darkly. He took whatever he could get when he could get it. What was one lowly IceWing anyway?
  Constellation landed quietly outside. Sniffing the air, he picked up the scent of roasting poultry. His stomach began to complain, and he clutched it, forcing it to remain quiet. He looked up, and thought he heard shuffling inside. He quickly slunk to the side of the house, pressing himself against it, taking shallow breaths to remain as quiet as possible.
Then, without hesitation, he slithered to the doorway and stepped inside.
To his surprise, someone was already there, waiting for him.
Before he could react, his vision was obscured by silvery-white scales and flashing claws. The rigid talons of an IceWing caught on his scales and sliced his shoulder. Constellation was knocked onto his back with surprising force, and the dragon quickly got into a position on top of him to deliver a painful blow. But the stranger wasn't fast enough. With a deft kick, Constellation flung the attacker off of him and into the wall. Before the ice dragon could react, he sprung over and landed on top of them, digging his claws into the stranger's neck.
The IceWing twisted its head around and Constellation was surprised to see that it was female. The faint glint from the rising moon caught in her eyes, reflecting a soft blue. Constellation glimpsed in her eyes fierce anger and panic. But he also caught a bit of confusion and the tiniest bit of serene calmness. It was almost like a feeling that he had never experienced. Like he could get lost in those eyes forever, surrounded by serene blue and calm.
Constellation finally shook himself free of his trance and growled, squeezing her neck tighter.
"Give me a reason to not kill you right now," Constellation hissed into her ear.
Her head turned again and she gave him a smug look. "I should be asking the same question."
"Was that a threat?" he said, loosening his grip a little bit. "That's fair. Let's agree to not kill each other. Forget my face. Let me be on my way."
    He let go of her pale silver neck and stepped away. The IceWing quickly returned to her feet and faced him in a intimidating position, rubbing the smooth scales along her neck. When she did, her claws ran over a silver necklace, dangling with small pendants of the same color.
"I won't hurt you as long as you don't hurt me,"she said eerily calm. "What's your name, strange NightWing? You should thank me for not ending you here, our tribes hate each other, you know."
"I can't trust you yet,"Constellation remarked. "You have to tell me yours first, if you want any sort of deal here."
"The IceWing narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh well, nothing much to lose anyway. Frost."
"Constellation," said the NightWing, narrowing his eyes back at her. "Don't think about any of the information here against me."
To his surprise, Frost laughed. "Like I would ever do that. I'm to far away from anything, and no one would listen to me anyway."
In spite of the chill, Constellation thought he felt warmth in his cheeks. Dangit, he thought. Quit liking her! She’s an IceWing! Literally the worst freaking enemy out there! Do something!
  Instead, he simply looked into her eyes and said, "You seem like a fun dragon. One to get along with easy. I wish to stay in your house overnight, so I can finish my mission in the morning."
  WHAT. ARE YOU DOING.
Despite his inner conscience telling him to run, fight, do something sensible, he followed this strange dragon inside, where she showed him to a small closet that he barely fit into. They talked for about an hour, and finally Frost slithered off into her own room. Constellation finally got into a comfortable position and fell asleep.

A freezing chill was suffocating his lungs. Snow was swirling around him. He saw the silhouette of a strange dragon beside him, but he couldn't completely make it out before he saw the battered figure of Frost. He wanted to help her, she looked so weary, even cold herself. The lunged forward with fierce anger on her face with a dagger, prepared to impale him.
  Constellation felt something poking him. He quickly binked away the vivid nightmare and was met with Frost's eyes only a few inches away from his own. Constellation flinched and jumped back, but he forgot that he was in a crowded space, so he smacked his head hard on the ceiling and wall. Frost doubled over laughing, and sat back in hysterics. Constellation was mostly embarrassed, but the smallest part of him liked it that Frost had found him funny already.
Constellation rubbed the foggy tiredness out of his eyes and finally sat up and walked out. His bones and muscles ached from the flight the day before, and the cramped closet hadn't helped.
  Frost emerged behind him, her calming breath seeming to echo through the house and inside of him. He looked back at her, then quickly looked away when he felt his face turning red. He hadn't noticed, but Frost had a bit of honeyglow to her cheeks, too.
"Gah, I just can't help it," Constellation sighed. "Look, I find you attractive, you're a good dragon, and I can already tell that you have a kind heart. I know nothing will ever happen between us. Just ignore it. Don't do anything and let me go."
Frost flinched, and there was an obvious look or bewilderment on her face. She hesitantly reached and put her palm on his shoulder, but he flinched away. "I won't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. I feel the same way. I know you're a good dragon. I can already see a future with you and me. I know this is happening fast. I can see where your path will go."
Constellation sighed and looked back into her beautiful eyes. "I can't. I'd try to make something crazy like this happen, but I have a mission, I am loyal to my queen."
Frost let out a small puff of ice breath. Even from a few feet away, Constellation could feel the chill emitting from it. "Hey. We can still try being together. I know we just met, but I know we both feel the same way."
Constellation relaxed his body and sat down. He knew he couldn't just do something like this. Falling in love with an IceWing. He could think of a million ways for this to go horribly wrong. Nothing could save him from this.
Frost quietly walked over to him and and put a wing over his shoulder. They had only just met, but Frost was already a very comforting character, and Constellation felt as if they had know one another for years. He looked up and into Frost's stunning blue eyes once more.
That day, Frost won Constellation's undying love forever.

Two years later

Constellation and Frost had been together for a while. They only wanted to be together. Nothing crazy, away from civilization. Constellation never went back to the NightWing island. He was presumed dead, killed in action. But he was alive. Living with the love of his life, and IceWing.
Constellation never expected what came next.
Frost had been having stomach pains. She would lie awake at night, crying out in pain, and Constellation had tried to help, but he didn't know how to treat something like this. Was it the flu? Or a disease? Mostly he wondered, Will she be okay? I'll kill if anything happens to her. Please live, love, please...
    After one especially painful night, Frost let out several gasps of agony. Constellation rushed to her. He gently rubbed her body, trying to maybe soothe the pain or something. She gently pushed his talons away.
"Constellation. I- I need to tell you something," she hiccuped. "I don't know how you'll react. Just- just don't overreact or- or anything..."
"It's fine. Everything will be okay. I promise," he whispered.
Frost winced. Constellation could see the look of pain and torment this whole thing was giving her. But he did see her face seem to relax a bit.
"I-I'm with egg..." she dozed off.
  A wave of shock tore through Constellation so deep that he had to sit down for a minute. The room was silent for a moment as the two of them regarded each other in the dim light.
"We...never wanted to have dragonets. I mean-"Constellation stuttered.
"Look, don't worry about me. In a few days I'll be able to lay my egg and I hope things will go back to normal...."Frost whispered.
"No. Nothing can go back to normal after this. Don't you know what we've done? We've broken any and all rules with both of our tribes. We can't just play along with something like this."
Frost's blue eyes closed, and Constellation noticed small streams of silver running down her face. It was sad, but there was no going back. He knew what he had to do.

Constellation paced outside the door to their room, muttering to himself. Inside, he could hear Frost's moans as she went into labor. He wanted to come in and help, calm her down, do something, but she had told him it would be dangerous for both of them.
Frost let out an extremely loud yelp and Constellation heard a thud. She had collapsed on the floor. Without thinking, he threw open the door and dashed in to help her. She only gazed up at him, her face a mix of pain yet relief. Constellation looked over to the stone slab of a bed. Lying crooked, quietly nestled in soft cloth and pillows, was a shiny silver egg.

The two of them slowly nestled into bed that night, but Constellation stared at the egg, sitting comfortably in a nest opposite of them. He couldn't let this happen. They couldn't raise it. Someone could find them! See the hybrid! The whole world would know! He'd spend the rest of his life in prison, the same as Frost. The only way to keep everyone safe would be to take to egg and return to his home. He had to leave.
  He made sure Frost was truly asleep, then silently slipped from his bed over to the egg. His talons felt heavy and awkward with such a fragile thing, a small thing that would bring forth life. He picked it up out of the nest and peered at it, then turned his head towards Frost. He held the egg to his chest and crept to the doorway. He turned his head one last time toward the beautiful shape of his wife, slumbering. "I'm sorry, my love,"he whispered, quietly so tenderly, as to not wake her. He turned around and walked out.
The egg seemed to pulse in his talons as he wrapped it in a fur cloth and tied it to his chest. As he approached closer to the opening door, he thought of how he had first met Frost, how she had loved him right away, how she had accepted him, how she was so much like him. How she could snap someone's neck for any sort of greater good. Her strong wings and arms that would fight for him and for love. He liked that about her. He walked out of the doorway and into the eerie night.
  It was cloudless, completely still. No wind, nothing. But something seemed off. Seemed like a storm was brewing, he could sense it. But he couldn't see it. But it was coming. Something that would put him in danger, but there was nothing to be seen. A tempest, he thought, shivering. Stars sparkled everywhere, but instead of radiating light, they seemed to emit loneliness, stillness, and cold. He would miss Frost. Without looking back, he lifted into the starry night and flew away forever, the egg close to his chest, soaring fast for the Night Kingdom.

Frost never saw him after that. Even now she still remembered the sickening feeling she had upon waking up to see that her husband and egg were gone. That he had betrayed her, left her. Frost stared gloomily into the horizon, watching the sun disappear over the dark mountains. She was on her own again. Her scales felt dry and incomplete without Constellation at her side. She sighed and continued to stare into the sun. Just before the final sliver of light was obscured, she saw a figure, flying toward her. The dark shape got bigger and bigger. Frost gasped, she was suddenly filled with hope. Constellation was returning.
She was quickly mistaken, however, when the last remaining light reflected off of silvery- white scales like her own. The figure split into two. There were two dragons flying up there. They seemed to spot her hut. They hovered in the air for a moment, then changed direction and dove down to where she was.
Frost quickly recognised them as her parents. They were both traders that lived more up north in a small town. They hardly ever visited her, they were so busy.
Frost's mother, Mist, touched down first, her white face cracked with a smile. Behind her, Frost's father, Barren, landed.
Frost immediately found herself pressed into the chest of her mother. The two dragons' necklaces pressed into each other's scales and left faint imprints behind. Small flakes dropped from Mist's wings onto Frost's, tingling along her scales. Mist finally pulled away and Barren came and gave her a quick, firm hug.
"Oh dearest, it's been so long! Your father and I have been thinking about you for the past month! How has it been?" Mist said,
"I've been fine. It's just been sort of a boring three years, no one to talk too..." Frost lied. A quick image of Constellation flashed through her head, but she pushed it away.
"Oh, good," her mother said, reaching into a burlap cloth tied over her shoulder. "I brought the ingredients for your favorite stew, and an interesting drink I picked up yesterday." She pulled out a squat green bottle with some intricate markings on it, several spices and a small net with some shimmering silver fish. "Freshly caught," she said.
"Thank, you," Frost said, taking the gifts. She quickly set them aside and turned to her parents. "So how have you been? I haven't heard from you in a while. I mean- how's the job..."
"Oh, it's been great. We've gotten more well known in the community. We met some SandWings in the town just last week, isn't that right?"Mist turned to her husband.
Barren looked up from his claws and shrugged, but still held a smile on his face. He wasn't much of a talker, but he was more of a personal conversation maker, and he took time with others, other than skimming over words, like Frost's mother.
"Oh, don't be silly, Barren. Come, talk more," Mist said, a bit quieter. She turned to Frost. "Is it alright if we head inside for a bit, dear?"
"Oh, um, yes," she said , turning around and guiding them in.
Turns out they didn't stay for a few minutes and head back. They talked for hours, Barren obviously speaking the least. They caught up on things. Frost never told them about her secret husband. How he was a NightWing. Even most IceWings outside the circles loathed NightWings for what they had done to the tribe thousands of years ago. Frost couldn't just say that she had a NightWing lover. She'd be ruined. No one would contact her again.
Frost's parents finally concluded the talking and decided that it would be best to stay the night. As they slipped into the spare bedroom, Frost went to the front entrance and stared wistfully at the sky once again. The stars were shining so brightly. Silver, starry scales on strong, black wings. The wings that held her close and comforted her, promising to keep her protected forever.
  Don’t think about him, she told herself stubbornly. He left. He’s gone. Maybe it would have been best if he never showed up.
  Somehow the darkness of the night seemed to calm her and silence her fears.

  Her parents left the next morning. There were hurried hugs and goodbyes, then they were gone. She gazed at them as they flew away. She almost wished they would come back. She felt even lonelier again. The empty air seemed to be pressing in on her. Her mind flicked back to Constellation, what he could be doing. He was maybe happily at home, not even thinking of her. Maybe he was, maybe he was filled with guilt for what he had done. Frost thought of that with a slight smile. She wanted him back, here. If he felt awful he might return, maybe...
Over the next few months, Frost tried to get her life straight. She tried to make things the way they had been before she had met Constellation. Something wasn't right. She couldn't get the hag of it. She felt empty inside, like a crevice in a mountain, just letting the wind whistle inside her. Constellation had been the last puzzle piece to her life. Without him, she was incomplete. Nothing went back to normal after that.
It just went downhill.

Rips and tears were added to furniture as time progressed. Frost's claws raked the walls, hurting her. She cried every day for the love she had lost. She knocked down pots and broke dishes, sometimes of purpose. She felt clumsy. She needed help. She needed him. She went hungry because she didn't have the energy to hunt. Her tears drained her of water, and she found herself gasping in dehydration sometimes. Soon enough, though, her mind was filled with anger and ferocity toward Constellation. How could he have done such a thing? Her awful change in habits broke her. She broke herself.
Frost didn't forget the day she saw the knife, just lying on the kitchen counter. She grabbed it, wondering how to use it. She knew what to do, but she didn't. She twisted the blade around and sliced her wrist.
Frost lived that year surrounded with hate, anger, and regret. She found herself drawn to mountains. They seemed like the only thing that calmed her. There, she was able to to think a bit clearer and fight her horrible feelings.
Frost sat on the small hill a bit south of her hut. Behind her, the light was still on, and some spices were roasting. She felt the knife at her side. The knife that she had cut herself with, and now she mostly used it for hunting. She gazed south, watching the wind whip by carrying a few small flakes. But soon enough, those flakes morphed into a blizzard. She didn't move. She was used to snow. The cold flakes landed on her nose and licked her wings, but she didn't move. After a few minutes she glimpsed something. It almost looked like a dark figure in the distance, struggling in the storm.
When she heard a voice, she knew who it was. It was the very dragon that had loved her, betrayed her, and left. He broke her without even being there. He was the reason she had suffered so long.
It looked like he had someone else with him. A smaller figure. Frost watched them like a venomous snake about to strike, her claws gripping the handle of her knife. She finally got up and lifted of toward them. Constellation would pay for what he had done.


  Tempest would say he grew up normal. Well, mostly. He had a few friends. But he was made fun of. For his weird looks. His white scales. The way he looked like a dog.
His IceWing heritage.
He was the connection of two tribes, illegal, a forbidden offspring if you will. Few accepted him the way he was. Like everyone else, he grew up on the volcanic NightWing island. He ate nasty things, he did the things any NightWing would do. But he wasn't treated exactly the same.
Dragons thought he didn't notice when they rolled their eyes or sighed or laughed or gossiped with each other behind his back. He noticed. And he had taken his anger out on a few of them.
His father, Constellation, moped around the house and would always swoon over maps or read and just sleep. Muttered a lot about some dragon named Frost, which Tempest had concluded to be his mother. Tempest knew he was half IceWing. He just did, and any mention of one sparked his curiosity. Constellation taught Tempest lessons on sticking to your own and such. Never to explore and try to find other tribes. Never have that happen to the family again.
Which was exactly what triggered Tempest's ambition for exploring.
He knew what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to find other tribes, find a way to form a peace treaty with the IceWings, after all the years of hate. He just wanted everyone to get along so he could do his own thing, maybe do something special to Pyrrhia one day.
But it all changed when he was five.
The volcano steamed ash, and the sky became even darker, if that was possible. He went along with the rush of everyone else and eventually found his way to that dark, creepy tunnel that led into the rainforest. On the way, he was able to meet an interesting golden SandWing named Sunny, who helped guide the other NightWings own of the secret tunnel. Larger, older dragons loomed in the back bringing up the rear. Tempest spotted Morrowseer, the largest dragon he had ever seen. His athourative shape made him scramble to the front. He never saw the big NightWing again.
Tempest waited for days in the rainforest, waiting to reunite with his father. During that time, he was introduced to the five prophecy dragonets. He made a quick but deep bond with Sunny. She was a hybrid, too. She understood him the most. She spent time with him just talking, just sitting there, in the jungle, connecting with his story.
  He finally found his dad and together they worked on rebuilding the community they had once had on the island.
As soon as the war ended, Constellation took Tempest on a journey across the continent. "To find your mother," he had said. "To reunite the family. Maybe we can make things right."
Together they traveled across the desert, and made their way into the northern parts of the kingdom of sand.

Wind flurried around them and Tempest felt something strange touch his nose. The first snowflake. A light sprinkle of flakes fell all around them, and still they strutted on. They finally reached a point where Tempest could make out a single light in the distance, glowing from a hut. But it was obscured by a sudden rapid fall of flakes as the small shower of flakes turned into a blizzard. The wind whistled all around them and Tempest felt as though his ears would fall off. Soon enough, he saw sticks and leaves and boughs from trees scatter in the wind and take off in all different directions, tossed in the rapid wind.
  His father suddenly pushed him. "Look out!" he cried, shoving him into the snow, which piled up higher and higher, surprisingly quickly. A large log hurled through the storm and flew just over his head as he fell in the snow. But he felt a sharp pain in his side as he had fallen. He flinched away, and saw a trickle of blood drip off of him. A sharp, broken branch had stabbed him. He immediately felt the pain of it raise with the cold wind shrieking fiercely against it.
  He suddenly heard a ferocious roar and looked up. The faintest figure could be seen, a pale dragon with silvery-white scales. She immediately landed with the most menacing, deadly look on her face. She ran toward Tempest's father and sank her claws into his neck as he tried to run away.
  "I never should have trusted you, you lying, cheating devil,"she hissed as she pinned him down. "Nothing could prepare me for what you did."
  As some of the snow cleared away, Tempest caught a glimpse of this battered ice dragon. She had several bruises on her wings and along her shoulders, cuts on her wrists, and a chapped mouth. She looked tired, with dark circles under her eyes, which caught the white light and reflected light blue. But Tempest saw only only a murderous gleam in them. Oh no. It took all his strength to get up. He tried to make his way over to the frightening scene, but it was too late. With a quick motion, the IceWing pulled a dagger out from nowhere and sliced it horribly, savagely, across Constellation's throat.
  "NO!" Tempest screamed, his voice catching in the wind as Constellation took one last awful, betrayed look at the IceWing and fell dead to the ground. The snow around his neck was quickly stained red from the blood still gushing from the fatal wound.
Time seemed to go in slow motion as the attacker stared down at the gleaming red blood on her talons, then turn darkly toward Tempest.
It was the most terrifying moment of his entire life.
She grinned, she actually grinned, the most wicked grin one could ever make. That evil gleam reflected in her eyes again. He finally noticed that he had the same eyes as her as she stalked toward him.
"So. You're my offspring. Come for a little family reunion?"
Tempest only shivered in the cold. "You're Frost. My mother. You're-much different that my father described you."
His tongue seemed to sting when he mentioned his father, and he remembered the horribleness of what had just happened.
  "Yes. I am. Time does that to a dragon. Also getting your dragonet stolen from you and living alone for the past six years with no contact with your love breaks you."
Anger swelled up inside Tempest. This dragon had murdered his father in front of him. He couldn't let this go unpunished. He bristed his spines and launched himself at his mother.
Frost didn't waste a moment. She was already there, blocking his blows when he tried to claw at her. Her talons were bigger than his, and she caught both of them with brute force and held them still.
"Is this really what Constellation raised you to be? Attacking your own mother?"
"You killed my father, IceWing! I will not let you just get away with that," Tempest yelled. "I've been taught to stand up to people if they try to hurt me or others. You will pay for this!"
With a swift motion, he kicked her in the stomach. His claws caught on her underbelly and a trickle of blue IceWing blood dripped out, adding a few dark blue speckles to the white snow. She flinched back. Enraged, she drew her knife to stab him.
Tempest was too fast. He smacked her head hard with his wings and knocked her over. He quickly leaped onto her back and pinned her to the snowy ground.
"One thing about murderers," Tempest said. "They never truly kill anyone. Say hi to Dad for me." And then with a quick motion, he snapped his mother's neck.
For a long moment, Tempest just sat there, staring into Frost's lifeless eyes. Finally he stepped forward and closed them for good. He then went over to his father, the older NightWing that had raised him, and did the same in silence. He buried both their bodies side by side in the snow. They could finally rest.

Tempest never came back to that spot, but he always went for trips in the mountains near it. He made a living by making and selling jewelry and working a bit as an assassin, which he quickly gave up after a few years. He made an oath to himself to always protect his loved ones, no matter what. He kept that promise his whole life, especially when he found his beloved, a lovely NightWing named Lightheart. Together they explored Pyrrhia and had three dragonets. But he never forgot his heritage. Where he came from, and who he was.

Current residence- Possibly, Northern Sand Kingdom(ever since he was five) Claws of the Clouds Mountains(after he met Lightheart)
Timeline- story starts out eight years before the end of the War of SandWing Succession, Frost has the egg two years after that, her story takes place in the one year when Tempest is still in his egg, Tempest is five when his father dies, so this story ends when the War of SandWing Succession ends.

hope you like

Art and story copyrights (at least for this piece) to ME
OC adopt copyrights to Biohazardia
Wings of Fire copyrights to Tui T. Sutherland