(WoF fanfiction let's goooooooo)

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Kudu glanced curiously around the sun-filled stone room at the other students. Though the winglet had only spent a week together so far, it felt as if the nine dragonets he was learning alongside with had been in his life all along.

He twisted his gangly head to look to the chipped wooden desk at his left. Citrus the Rainwing sat there, her scales a palette of bright oranges and yellows. Her irises were a sort of dull indigo, but they sparkled mischievously as her best friend Oilbird, who was a matching orange to the color of her horns, whispered something to her. The ruff on each side of Citrus's head flared with delight, and the sun bounced off her three amethyst stud earrings as she tilted her head back to laugh at what Oilbird had said. This made Kudu smile. He knew that Oilbird had had a hard time socializing with his tribe before he came here to the academy, due to his mottled face. On his cheek and below one of his emerald-green eyes there were black marks of charred scales, like melting tar. Oilbird constantly assured everyone that it had just been an accident, and he had forgiven the Rainwing that had done it to him (the most popular rumor so far was about who had spat on him), and it wasn't that painful anyway, but whenever someone mentioned the word 'acid'... the Skywing looked like he was about to lose his lunch.

Speaking of lunch...

Kudu scanned the space, and let out an amused sigh at the sight of the Mudwing in the far right corner. Badger was practically inhaling the leftovers of a smoked marlin, a look of pure bliss across his friendly features. The scar on his snout crinkled slightly as he continued to wolf down his meal, making the scales and skin around it taut. Kudu regularly commented to Badger that the three lines running from his eyebrow, over his eyelid, and down his cheek made him look really epic, to which the young soldier-in-training always chuckled that getting scratched across the face was totally worth it. At the seat directly behind Badger lazed the snappiest of the group, the winglet's resident Leafwing. He was mainly brown and light olive green, his underbelly and back ridge the color of unripe limes. A reasonably thick circle of pitch-black scales surrounded his magenta-red eyes, giving the appearance that he hadn't slept in a long time- which he probably hadn't, seeing as Kudu was one of his clawmates, and he had never caught the Leafwing resting. That was all he knew about Burdock- this particular winglet member was not only the most negative, but the most secretive too. He sometimes noticed Burdock glaring at him from across caves and whatnot, which was unsettling, but Kudu had quickly learned to ignore that.

A flash of movement to the Hivewing's right dragged away his attention. Green and Abyssinian were having a quiet discussion about something, but the Silkwing of the pair was obviously anxious. His antennae were vigorously unfurling, and then rolling up into fern shapes, and then unfurling again, and then re-rolling. His Sandwing companion didn't seem to notice his discomfort. The brown and pale yellow dragon paused to flick a scorpion off the tattoo in front of his left ear- which was ironically a scorpion too. Abyssinian was known for carrying a jar of live fattail scorpions around in his bag to snack on during classes, but sometimes they managed to escape. This often caused unsuspecting teachers quite some alarm if they found any scuttling about. Maybe that was why Green was acting nervous. 

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And, in the middle row, second from the back, carefully drawing some sort of sketch while waiting for the lesson to start, was the most beautiful Nightwing in the whole school... maybe even all of Pyrriha.

In Kudu's opinion, anyway.

Her scales could only be described as a magical shade of black, because when you looked at them, you could tell that they weren't pure black and that there was a hint of another color there, but every time she breathed that other color seemed to change from blue to green to purple. It was mystical and cool, just like her.  He'd tried to re-create the effect in Art class while his winglet was learning to make their own original paints, and Kudu had named the result 'Metallic Wonder'. The two sharp, parallel, smooth, ruler-straight horns protruding from her skull were a sort of grey that was rather soothing to look at, and it complimented the pure whiteness of her underbelly. Dangling comfortably from her left ear was a large diamond outline made from golden wire, easily multiple times bigger than her eyes. 

Oh, those eyes... they were so beautiful. They faded from pools of darkest black, to stunning violet, to a cooler violet, always making him feel as if she belonged in outer space, always making his heart race faster than any shooting star, always taking the oxygen from his lungs... and that little silver scale in each corner that glinted like a jewel when she was in the moonlight or sunlight, that glittered as her eyes squinted when she laughed, looking like a shining tear of joy about to fall. 

She was so gorgeous, and he already loved her with all his heart, despite having known her for only seven days. 

She was the only dragon he could ever want or need or wish for. She was kind, creative, compassionate, sweet, empathetic, and smart. She was perfect. She was exactly her name- Angelic. Ah, and she was honest too. Honest, true, upfront, sincere, never hiding anything from the friends she had made-

"Kudu."

Kudu's breath hitched in his throat.

She just said his name.

BY THE THREE MOONS, SHE SAID HIS NAME!!!

His teal orbs set dead on his crush, as she gazed at him with somehting between sympathy and embarrassment. The dragoness closed her eyelids and massaged her temples.

"Y-yes, A-Angelic?"

"Kudu, I'm a mindreader."

"Uh."

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