╰┈➤ ❝ 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ❞

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Drift, currently has no kinds of nicknames.

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: Female (Any Pronouns, she doesn't particularly care).

𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: Somewhere on the Asexual spectrum.

𝔸𝕘𝕖: 7 years, 14 in Human equivalent.

ℝ𝕠𝕝𝕖: Hybrid (?).

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖: Sea/Icewing.

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝙉𝙤. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙢𝙚. ❞

𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖: A slim periwinkle dragon with spiked frills, and an odd thick tail with a lantern-like globe on the end.

𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖: Drift is a moderately slim Sea/Icewing dragon. Her base scale colour is an off-tone periwinkle with darker talons and end of limbs. She has an abnormally long, thick tail which could probably knock a dragon out if hit with it. Her horns and claws are a silvery blue-grey. Her wingspan is pretty average size between her two tribes. The underside of the webbing on her wings looks like a mish-mash of flowing droplets and black ice. There is white speckles near the edges. Like her Seawing mother, she has webbing along some parts of her body. Except unlike a normal Seawing, she only has webbing near the end of her tail, and the top of her head to the bride of her neck. Her underbelly is slightly more grey tone of her main scale colour, and has white ridges every so often. On her chin she has two darker blue chin barbels. Though being a hybrid is already pretty abnormal, the most odd thing about Drift is probably her tail. At the end of it, normally where in a normal dragon's it would taper out to one point, her's has a spherical lantern-like globe. It is a pale milky white and will give off a faint glow like the markings on a Seawing. It could be compared to the looks of an Icewing Moonglobe. Speaking of the glowing scales of her mother, she has patches of white speckling on random places along her body, which like her lantern, she can also make glow on command. She wears a black leather pouch around her neck, and one around the base of her tail. Both contain objects unknown to other dragons.

𝔼𝕪𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣: Her sclera is a deep navy-grey, while her pupil is a lighter blue

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. ❞

𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: An intimidating looking hybrid. She's relatively calm, and doesn't care all too much about most things dragons normally would be concerned about.

𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: Drift is an isolated dragon. She has a calm, peaceful sort of demeanour to her. If you walk near her, there is a weird sort of feeling to her, besides that fact that she is radiating cold. It feels eerily quiet. Not peaceful, but on edge. She is incredibly poised after her early years in life, and sometimes it can shine through that she was very disciplined. But along with being disciplined, she is annoyingly stubborn and will not do anything unless it is important. Not important for her well-being necessarily, but the Icewing's soldier-honour code she was raised on. Despite her prickly exterior, she is really quite a cheerful dragon. All she really wants is to be understood.

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥. ❞

𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: !!TW FOR DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE!! (Apologies in advance, but after all you do know I like writing my little gore bits into my character's backstories ✨ If I've ever applied with a form or something to you that is)

. . .Drift was born into a world where hybrids were not accepted. Especially considering her parents, and her heritage. With a Seawing princess mother, and an Icewing commander father, what would society possibly think about a hybrid dragonet being brought up in either of their kingdoms?

The Seawing Queen was furious when she had found out that one of her daughters had an egg with a dragon from a different tribe, and an important one no less. When Drift had hatched, her mother had begged the Queen to let her daughter stay in the kingdom. The Queen refused. Drift was but a lowly defect! She couldn't even breathe underwater! Or speak Aquatic! But, the Queen gave Drift's mother an option. Leave, and forfeit her right to being an heir to the Seawing throne, or kill her dragonet there on the spot. Drift's mother froze, and Drift could only huddle up under her mother's wings, and duck her head avoiding anyone's eyes.
Drift's mother gasped, a dart flying through the back of her throat and hitting the bone of her spine. There was a heart-wrenching 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥, as Drift's mother body fell limply to the ground.
"Too long to answer," The Queen uttered, studying her talons that held yet another dart. The dragonet stood at her mother's talons, blood pooling around her. Her mother's pale green eyes had rolled up into the back of her head, barely showing the pupils. The dart had slipped out, and was now lying, stained, in the wine-coloured liquid.
Drift picked it up with shaky talons. Some of her mother's flesh was still caught on the spikes. A fragment of one of her scales tore off, falling into the pool of blood below. Drift, pupils shrank almost to nothing, looking back up at her mother's lifeless body. She looked at the gaping hole in her neck. The soft tissue of the underbelly had been easily penetrated by the dart, and further than the outside of the neck, Drift could see the tunnel of the throat, glossy and glazed with blood. It was hard to breathe. Everything was still.

"Get her."

. . .The Queen waved her talons, and two guards were now speeding towards Drift. She let out an air-shattering shriek, breath half catching in her throat. She ran through the narrow halls of the palace. It felt like the walls were closing in on her. The yells of the guards became more audible as they caught up. Drift had to get out. Had to live. She had to find her father. With no time for her to shed any kind of tears, she bolted, wings flapping to help her speed up. She ducked behind a corner quickly, hoping the guards wouldn't notice her. To her luck, they both stopped, looked around for a minute, and turned back. Drift had made it. She was alive. Now, she just needed to reach her father.

. . .After escaping, she had reached the outpost her father was camping while he was waiting for the news of whether Drift and her mother would get to stay in the kingdom or not. Drift didn't stop until she had reached her father's sleeping place. When she did eventually get there, Drift ran into her father, clinging to him, covered in blood, sweat, and tears. Her father assumed the worst, and the worst part, it was true.

. . .Four years had passed since that happened. Drift now lived with her father, and was raised along with the Icewing army. Lucky for her, the Icewing queen was much more forgiving. Her only thing was that Drift must be raised as an Icewing, and an Icewing only.
She lived pretty carefree among the other Icewing dragonets, and she had a natural talent for strategizing and combat. Though, there was always that one dragon that would say what everyone would think, but never say. His name was Permafrost. Permafrost had always been the 'bully' of Drift, saying terrible things about her. He would always make comments about how different she looked from everyone else, how she couldn't even breath Ice. But Drift carried on, taking every blow Permafrost would make.
During a training session with her father, Drift was entirely zoned in on what moves she would use next. Would she dodge? Would she attack? She calculated everything carefully, making the right choices. After they had fought for a bit, her father then had set her on the hunting portion of her training exercises. Find a polar bear, kill it, and return to the palace. Soon enough her father had left her to search, and Drift went on her way. She flew above the land, scanning for any signs of life. She saw a few birds, but no bears yet. Coming up on the pine forests that bordered the Icewing territory, she spotted a lone polar bear. Perfect! She had this assignment in the bag. Landing silently, she crept up on the bear. She made no noise.
But there was something else that did. Her head whipped around. But she had no time to react before a blur of pure white dashed for her neck. She was pinned down quickly, her attacker was definitely bigger than her. She moved her tail to slap into the side of whoever it was, and while they were knocked out of breath, Drift had a chance to get up and turn on her attacker.

She should have known.

It was Permafrost.

. . .With one more moment passing, Permafrost lashed out, "DIE YOU HYBRID SCUM." He reared up and shot his Ice breath right at her. Drift's eyes widened, and she managed to just barely get away by rolling to the left. Permafrost roared and attacked again, aiming for her neck again. This time, though, Permafrost managed to hit.
Fiery pain seared through Drift, and her head began to spin. She dropped to the soft earth, looking down to see her own scarlet blood on her talons. She struggled for breath, dizzy. Permafrost paced up to her, and drew up a single talon. This was it. She dug her own talons into the ground, clinging onto a pointed stone.

"You'll be finished, Permafrost," She whispered as her eyes closed.

Silence. Sound. A scream.

Her eyes fluttered open.

Permafrost was dead.

. . .Drift stood up shakily, clutching her neck. She looked at Permafrost's corpse, lying awkwardly over the earth. Drift froze as she saw his right eye. The same stone she had been clutching before Permafrost had reared up for his final blow was now lodged tightly into his eye socket. She edged closer, glancing a look at the back of his skull. The stone had breached it. Dark blue blood gushed in large amounts across the frozen grass that Drift was standing on. How- How had the stone gone from her hand? How had Permafrost even died that quickly? A blow right into the skull would be fatal, yes, but it wouldn't kill you immediately.

But then, a terrible thought popped into her head.

. . .She'd only ever read about them, though she didn't think any of them actually existed. Though, then again, Drift was descended from Seawing royalty. Was it possible that. . .Drift was an animus? Drift looked back to the rock that had pierced Permafrost's skull. Maybe she could try-

"Return to me," She exclaimed shakily.

. . .The stone flew back at her, then gently landed in her palm. Blood spurted from the wound that it had come from. Permafrost's eye fell from the socket, rolling down his snout and hanging from the vein it was attached to. Both his eyes had glazed over, and they were now cloudy. Drift could see the inside of where the eye had come from where she was standing. The shiny, soft skin of the inside was easily torn by the stone. Shards of bone stuck out from pieces of mutilated flesh.

Drift had killed someone.

. . .A half hour had passed and Drift had managed to carry the body of Permafrost to the Northern shore. She gently floated him into the sea, watching him sink into the depths. Dried blood floated up to the surface. What had she done? She never meant to hurt anyone. Maybe this was all just a bad omen, maybe just a bad dream.

As Drift collected her thoughts, she flew back to the palace. Clean of blood, and clutching her wounded neck. She couldn't help but morbidly chuckle. Guess she wasn't going to pass her assignment.
. . .She now resides in Possibility, Nine years later, hoping to forge a new path for herself. She has made the promise to never use her animus magic for anything major, fearing she might go insane. All she wants is to be normal. But she guesses she could never really have that.
Though, she is pretty happy among the townsfolk. And for the most part, she has forgotten what happened all those years ago.

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙥. ❞

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪:

Unnamed Seawing Princess (Mother), Status - Dead.

Unnamed Icewing Commander (Father), Status - Alive.

ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙/𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕖: N/A

𝔸𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤: Two black leather pouches containing a few light-weight objects

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣, 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. ❞