The Ultimate Wings of Fire Discussion and Roleplaying Group discussion

Here da plot:

One hivewing is super evil and a murderer! the other is manipulative and also evil! together they plot to take over pantala and make sure no pyrrian dragons come back! I really wanna see if they could use the breath of evil bc maybe queen wasp had a super secret stash and they found it and they took over the world!!! MUAHAHAHA! just kidding- they just controlled all of pantala and prevented anydragon from going in or out! but then the king of hivewings turns on his sidekick and tries to kill him because his sidekick didn't want to controlled and then the evil king is killed by the sidekick and then all the hivewings are freeeeee!

I guess we should make characters, yea? ))

Yes ima make a hybrid if you don’t mind UwU his name is Pitch and he is a Skywing/Hivewing, unless you prefer to not have hybrids))

Sure! Go ahead, as long as he's part hivewing I dont mind! I'll be making a pure hivewing named Venox (: ))

Awesome, I’ll make him if I have time after school :P)

"Father said that this world isn't for me
I tried to pray for a new reality
So, come to me, we can change night into day
A tied-up moth seemed to know a different way

Name: Venox
Age: 8 (currently)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: So straight it hurts.
Height: 10 feet at the shoulder (compared to the regular 8 for his age.)
Weight: Around a tonne
Length: 23 Meters
Tribe: Hivewing

Father tore out the umbilical cord
There's nothing left in the bottle keeping me scored
We'll abandon the scenery
In the... (Don't remember it
Don't return to it)
Rear-view mirror

Appearance:

A petty line of white noise
Pick up your bags and throw out the toys
Three strikes and "Honey I'm Home"
Three voices come from the gramophone

Personality: Venox is a cold, blank dragon, his only shown emotion is pure malevolence. He's dangerous and power-hungry, always wanting more control, willing to mind-control even. He trusts only his own conscious, leading others to believe he's trusting them, when in reality he'll get rid of them once they have no more use. He's willing to destroy any dragon in his path to get what he wants. Venox is sociopathic, rather than psychopathic, and very intelligent. While he isn't manipulative, he is persuasive, and can even portray himself as a good guy trying to give dragons what they want, but in the end he only wants more and more power.

A vivisection of me
Yielded in the start of a mystery
Say "Hello! Honey I'm home"
Three voices come from the gramophone

History: Venox was born in a large family, the oldest and by far, the favorite. He relished the feeling of superiority, killing one of his siblings in the egg and hurting the others. He was big, very big, and only got bigger. By 6, he was about as big as the teachers, and a bully. Venox was a brute, and he would tease the other dragonets, often even fighting them. He never ended up on misbehavers way, only because his family was so rich. Venox was a powerful snot who grew up with dreams of being a king. Then he met Pitch, someone who had ideas like him. (this is where the roleplay starts, Venox would be 8.) He loved this, and knew he could use him to get where he wanted.Venox spent days in the library, reading about Queen Wasp, who was rumored to have mind-control, scheming with Pitch to become kings.

God returned with the moth chained to His hand
"There's so many things that you'll never understand
So come to me, we can change night into day
You'll hold my hand so you'll never go astray"

Abilities:
Born- Poison with the tip of his tail and claws.
Acquired- Persuasiveness, Muscle Mass, Fighting, Stealth

A spider preaching on with poison on its lips
"To get out of here is to promise me a kiss"
The abandonment of scenery
In the...
MIND OF MOTHER
Don't remember it
Don't return to it
So with advice of the dead
And a halo over my head
At last, "HONEY, I'M HOME"
Three voices come all alone

song: Honey I'm Home - Ghost and Pals

I love him O-O anyway I can make Pitch in a few hours- T^T

alrighty! ))

Pitch is the murder one or the manipulator one?

should probably be the manipulative one since Venox is the brute-

👍)

Name: Pitch

Age: 21 *In human years, dunno the equivalent*

Gender: Male

Tribe: Hive/Skywing

Personality:
With friends: Manipulative and cruel.
With family: Family?
With strangers: Very manipulative and constantly will take advantage of weaker people to get what he wants.
With superiors: He believes he is the superior and will be rude.
Alone: When he is alone Pitch tends to scheme and use his imagination on ways to reimagine punishments.

Looks:
Distinct markings (scars, birthmarks, etc): Many burn marks along his spine and in a splash along the left side of his neck, he had a chipped right horn, his frontal fangs protrude from under his lips and he has two jagged scars across his right eye, not rendering him blind though.
Accessories: He has black bands around each of his ankles and a silver horn ring around his left horn.
Main scale color: His scales are separated into sections like a snakes, alternating blood read and midnight black, yet once you reach his tail it fades from black (at the tip) to blood red at the base of his tail before alternating again.
Underbelly: His underscales are dark grey which fades to black at the tip of his tail.
Head: His head is blood red with several stripes of black under his eyes.
Horns: Black.
Wings: His four wings are shaped like Skywing’s and are red at the top of his wing membrane that switches to grey at the tips of his wings.
Tail: Black at the tip to red at the base.
Talons: Black with hooked claws.
Eyes: his left eye is a bright yellow and his left is light grey.
Spine/ spikes: His spikes are black.
Weapons: (Unknown but a lot-)

Abilities: rated on strength (1-10, 10 is best)
Fire/ice: 6/10
Jaws: 7/10
Talons: 8/10
Claw to claw combat: 9/10
Weapons: 9/10
Stealth: 8/10
Speed: 8/10
Agility: 7/10
Flight: 8/10
Swimming: 4/10
Climbing: 5/10
Camouflage: 4/10

Relations:
Mother: Fireworm (Skywing, deceased)
Father: Cowkiller (Hivewing)
Sister(s): N/A
Brother(s): Blowhorn (Hybrid, deceased)
Friends: Venox (?)
Enemy(s): a lot .-.
Crush: Open (?)
Gf/Bf: Crush first

History: He was born in the cicada hive before being taken by his mother to be raised deep in the bowels of Pantala. At the age of 4 (dragon years) his mother was killed in a wild storm that swept into their cave and dragged her out to sea, where her limp form washed up on an unnamed island several days later. Distraught he went to his father who was a high ranking member of the hive. Disgusted with the hybrid he created he sent his son away. Confused and alone Pitch found his non-hybrid brother, Blowhorn and stayed with him and attended school with his brother’s class. The Hivewing’s at the school accepted Pitch for a long time, until he became almost full grown. Once reaching he age of 11 (dragon years) people started to think of him as a freak. Angry with the world, Pitch became the notorious school ‘bully’ with his accomplice/ friend, Venox. Together, the largish hybrid and the brute-like Hivewing were not teased, if they were Pitch’s grotesque imagination led the instigators to believe they’d loose their tongues, become venom less, or far worse. Pitch’s madness became known very well throughout the hives.

Extra: Pitch has venomous retractable spikes in his wrists, fire and a venomous bite.

Took so long but I made him UwU

YESTHHHH ))

:D))

Ready to start? We could start from where they meet in school or something- ))

Sure, can you start?))

ofc! ))

Venox shouted a goodbye to his parents, slamming the door behind him with a hiss. His dark auburn scales were dull in the sunlight, scraping across the ground with a dry, rattling sound. He nudged past a group of Silkwings. "Move it wingless rats!" Venox snapped his jaws at the group and continued.

His black eyes glittered malevolently as he approached his school, smiling dangerously as Hivewings and Silkwings alike gave him a wide berth. That's right.. A voice in his mind hissed, They fear you.. The voice laughed, cold and dry. Venox passed the threshold, his tail curling in and out.

"Good morning Mrs. Scorpion." He mused, taking his seat inside the classroom near the back. He noticed a new dragon. They were striped red and black. How peculiar. He thought, studying the hybrid.

"Hey freak!" He called, tossing a heavy stone slate at the dragon. "What are you?" Venox's laugh was taunting and heavy. Make him know who you are. The voice hummed in approval. His tail rattled like dry leaves, feeling the nerve poison seeping into the crevices of his claws and tail.

-Pitch looked up boredly and caught the slate, he gave a curious glance to Venox- “Freak ey?” -Pitch being the hothead stood and walked suspiciously calm towards the HiveWing-

“Say that again. I dare you.” -He hissed low and his eyes narrowed. The striped dragon flicked his tail, which was thinner than a regular Hivewings. ‘Want to fight then?’ Pitch thought irritably. He flicked his wings and proceeded to fling the slate at Venox’s chest-

Venox stood, puffing out his chest when the slate crumbled at his claws. He stuck his snout into Pitch's face, "Freak." He snarled, wings buzzing ominously. Obviously, Venox was much larger than Pitch, though he recognized how well this hybrid held himself. His snout twisted with a fiendish grin, black eyes flickering to white and back again. Kill him. The voice whispered, it's tone wavering on the edge of psychotic laughter.

"I'm not afraid of a puny outcast like you. I'll show you your place." Venox's tail curled over his back, small drips of venom splattered on his back.

-Pitch growled lowly, rising in the back of his throat was the unseen fire that he could release in a heart beat ‘wanna fight dirty slick?’ He thought coldly- “Fine.” -Pitch sneered- “If it’s right you want it’s a fight you’ll get.” -Pitch flared his wings, the four Skywing-like wings unfurled and he suddenly sliced them forth, planning on catching the Hivewing’s sides with the sharp edged claws-

Though his scales were hard, Pitch's claws hooked in the underside of his scales. Venox roared, it was low and raspy. He slashed his razor sharp claws at Pitch's neck, venom spurting wildly from the crevices in his claws; his tail whipped back and forth, ready to sting Pitch.

Venox's eyes filmed over with white. KILL HIM! Head-splitting laughter filled his mind, erupting from his mouth. His sides heaved, clawing at Pitch mindlessly and laughing like he lost his mind.. which he had.

-Pitch instantly realized this had gone south and ducked nimbly away from the slashing claws of the larger male. He began to back up, making sure to stay away from the mind-numbing laughter. The laughter pierced Pitch’s ears, causing him to narrow his eyes.-

-Moments passed and Pitch knew he had to act, diving forward he slammed into the bigger Hivewing and latched on with his hooked talons ‘Don’t die, don’t die’ his mind chanted-

Venox shrieked, stumbling backwards. His wings flung out to the side, laughter abruptly cutting out and his eyes were no longer white. "Fear me!" He shouted, his forearms wrapping around Pitch's back, squeezing him in a deadly embrace.

"I love challenges.." He whispered, releasing his grip. "You're too good to kill." Then Venox stepped away, grinned, and sat back at his desk.

-Pitch scrambled to his talons, visibly shaken, he tentatively touched a palm to his chest- “Challenge yes.” -Pitch returned the smile, his smile crooked and sinister-

-He sat in the desk beside Venox, snarling at the dragonet it had once belonged to. He coiled his tail around his back talons and folded his wings- “Watch you mouth big guy. Might get you in trouble.” -Pitch commented to Venox-

"I am the trouble." Venox replied, pulling back his lips in mock-distaste. "I'm Venox. Who are you?" He huffed, buzzing his wings and using one claw to flick of droplets of blood seeping through his scales.

Pride filled the young Hivewing, he'd asserted dominance. Though.. This hybrid was intelligent, deeply so. Hm.. He will do. Soon, the everlasting murmur of former Queen Wasp faded back into a steady hum.

“Indeed you are. I’m Pitch.” -The hybrid replied, fluttering his wings. ‘Trouble maker? Hm, not many of those in this stuck up place.’ He thought irritably-

-Pitch didn’t look at the dragon when he spoke, facing forward, knowing enough not to call attention to the pair. ‘Not yet anyways.’ The slithery voice of his thoughts murmured-

Soon enough, class ended and they were dismissed for a long recess and lunch. Venox padded away, seemingly in no apparent direction. He ducked around houses and other dragons, his expression darker than it was before. Wasp's soft murmur guided him as he swooped out of the hive, his wings buzzing quietly while he flew.

The farther Venox went, it became more apparent where he was going. The Sinkhole. He flew and flew until he reached the huge, gaping hole. Venox dove, grabbing a large lion and struggling to gain altitude. Then he dropped it, giggling when the lion's body thumped into the ground.

Once his prey was dead, Venox stuffed a scroll between its jaws and dropped it down the hole. Then he returned to the hive, just as recess ended.

-Pitch didn’t bother following the Hivewing ‘friend’ instead he resorted to reading a scroll peacefully on top of the play ground, contently curling his tail and uncurling it-

-A small yellow and grey Hivewing buzzed over to pitch and squeaked- “Whatcha readin’ dead bug?”

-The hybrid looked up and smirked- “Dead bug is new.” -He admitted before slipping his tail through the air and smacking the dragon’s wings, causing the younger dragon to crash land below him-

Venox landed behind Pitch with a smile, his claws hooking into the structure. "What a gross looking Hivewing." He rumbled, eyeing the small dragon like a rotting carcass. Venox hopped down, his wings softening his landing before he prompty placed a strong, sinewy claw on the dragonet's chest. "You're so cute I almost don't want to rip your face off." One of his arms lifted and he flexed his long, razor sharp talons, venom dripping down onto the Hivewing's scales, burning wherever it hit the yellow dragonet.

Venox bared his teeth, "Don't be a smoke-snorter, that's my accomplice you're jerkin' around with." He dug his claws into the soft, frail scales, placing all his weight onto his ribcage.

-Pitch watched with uncovered amusement, he adjusted himself to lay down on the structure, his patterned tail coiled in content as the hybrid watched through slitted eyes- “Don’t forget to hide the evidence…buddy.” -Pitch tried out the foreign word in his tongue, debating on keeping up the act of this ‘friendship’ they had-

-‘To do or not to do.’ He thought bitterly, weighing his options, protection and alliance or swapping this newfound lifestyle for his old shadowed one-

Venox merely dug his claws into the other's nose, ripping through his palate and piercing his tongue. Then he tug forward violently, ripping off the front part of the dragonet's snout. The small boy screamed and screamed in pain, even as Venox flew away to return to his class.

-Pitch didn’t glance back as he took off to follow Venox, not even concerned with the disfigured dragonet-

-When he arrived at class he took his usual seat and fluttered his wings curiously-

A guard buzzed into the doorway, gently guiding the grey and yellow dragonet. "Those two!" The tiny freak cried, pointing an accusing claw at Venox and Pitch. The older all black dragon sighed.

"I've heard about you." She hissed, her tail rattling as she prepared to dicsipline him.

"Oh?" His snount twisted into a wicked grin. "Then why are you here?" Venox was roughly the size of the soldier herself, so he stood and pushed her into the corridor. "Yes, yes. You see, I'm on a quest to become the king of this insipid tribe. You will kneel to me some day, and so will your children."

-Pitch followed contently, his stature much less than both the quarreling dragons, ‘King, ey?’ He thought tapping his chin thoughtfully with one hooked talon-

“You see, my buddy here had nothing to do with this unfortunate dragons sufferings. He may just hold a grudge. As I blocked my test earlier this week from his view. The little bug brain tried to cheat.” -Pitch countered, his brain muttering ‘No need for attention, yet.’-

Venox opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. His eyes glittered dangerously. I taught that snake a lesson. Mind hissed, Venox merely nodded, eyes flickering white and back again. King! KING! I'm your queen you stupid fool! I rule this tribe!

“Me and my friend here would never attack a poor defenseless dragonet! Why it could be a freak slip up! A tripping on one’s own!” -Pitch played his pity part perfectly, his strange eyes wide with feign disbelief- “Now Venox, why don’t we return to our desks?” -The hybrid offered with a concealed sly smile-

He nodded, catching on quickly. Venox dipped his head. "So sorry miss." He mumbled, glaring with malice at the young yellow Hivewing. I'll kill you. His mind promised, before he backed away and returned to his seat.

-Pitch gave a ‘sincere’ nod of apology before following Venox, his tail coiled ‘Great.’ His mind cooed as a wry smile crossed the hybrids face-

Venox hummed. "What are ya' smiling for?" He asked gruffly, setting his chin onto the desk. Why can't I be king now! You never be king. I'm the queen, you're my pet. Don't be bug-brained, I'm the only one who can let you out. I have control of your brain! I'm stronger than you. The relentless torrent of thoughts between the two of them distracted him.

“Why not? You just got away with mauling a random dragonet. Wouldn’t you smile?” -Pitch whispered back fiercely, turning his multi-colored gaze to the teacher who droned on, ignoring the goggling glances of the other students-

"I guess." Venox replied, baring his teeth in a smile. "Better?" He said through his teeth, before dropping his expression and turning away. "I'll kill that stupid hivewing." He muttered, "And his stupid guard." Venox brooded silently, twitching and shifting restlestly.

“Oh a better way than killing, abandonment. You know those islands off the coast? The ones that are always getting hit by storms? Drop them there.” -He muttered under his breath, not turning his head to look at the Hivewing when he spoke-

"I want to hear them scream in pain when I rip their teeth out and chop their tail into bite sized bits." He hissed back, thumping his tail on the ground.

“Okay, quiet down big guy, you can do all that and more, just take em’ to the island first.” -Pitch pressed, his eyes narrowed now-

Are you okay with gore? like- serious gore? ))

"After school yeah? I'll find those idiots and teach them what happens when they mess with me." Venox growled, former Queen Wasp already putting sweet ideas into his twisted mind.

Pfft yeah I write horror stories XD)

“Deal. Just be inconspicuous about it, k?” -Pitch flicked his tail in satisfaction ‘at least the brute is listening’ his thoughts mumbled-

Okay good lol- I'll still spoiler, in case someone else reads ))

"Good. I can try." Venox tilted his head up, his ears flicking as the bell rang. He jumped up, running full tilt outside. With a hiss he spotted the deformed Hivewing and stealthily crept after them. Well, as stealthy as a massive dark brown dragon can be. The moment they were outside, Venox buzzed into the air and picked up the dragonet with his back claws. Quickly the guard spotted him, the one he wanted. "Pitch, come on!" Of course, the commotion brought attention to him, and he relished in it. He ducked out an open window. "I know not where we're going, lead the way!"

I won’t be able to see it if you spoiler cause the gosh dang app is legit crap.)