Flawseer

A single panel showing Fierceteeth, standing in front of Morrowseer's volcanic rock-encrusted corpse. She is flashing a very toothy grin and gesticulating with her talons. She says: "Morrowseer? More like Morrow-smear now, ha ha ha! He used to be this crusty old fart! Now he's got himself a crust to match!"

Here, have a Fierceteeth (Starflight's half sister).
#WingsOfFire #wof #wofFierceteeth #wofMorrowseer #dragon

"I'm on FIRE today! Turns out I'm better than him at that too! Ha ha ha!"

Nah. I actually like Burn as a villain. She is very quirky and interesting. As an antagonist I vastly prefer her over Morrowseer, who just acts like a power-tripping abusive step-father and feels too "real" to me to be fun.

Kind of a shame she wasn't in the story more. Some missed potential there.

Heh...
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Go nuts.

(Sincerely hope this link works. I would upload it here directly, but bsky kills transparency whenever I do.)

I think you misunderstood something too. I never claimed her cruelty was her only defining trait, or intended to flatten her character. I am well aware she has some other things going on.

Rather, I was making a facetious throwaway comment to take the edge off the dark implications of the picture.

Nahh! That would be very silly.

Also, unrelated: You should definitely not read the alt text on the image.

A comic showing a conversation between Six-Claws and Sunny, wherein the former introduces his daughter Ostrich, who is clinging to his shoulder. Six-Claws tells Ostrich to say hello to Sunny. Ostrich then turns towards Sunny and says "Hello, you (censored) Crocodile (censored)." Six-Claws, horrified, covers her mouth and yells out "QIBLEEEH!!!" while Ostrich is laughing. Sunny looks flabbergasted and remarks that Ostrich is like a little Tsunami. The secret twist of course is that she actually learned these words from Thorn.

Here is a quick one: Featuring Six-Claws and Ostrich, as well as the latter's foray into the colorful world of language-learning.

#WingsOfFire #wof #wofSixClaws #wofOstrich #wofSunny #wofQibli

True, true.

Not quite so sure about that last one being more wholesome though, considering it's a love for taxidermy of people she views as genetically impure.

Compounded with the fact that she then deliberately puts her prisoners into said taxidermy display to break them down psychologically.

A picture of Queen Burn of the Sandwings holding a Skywing egg. Burn has an unhinged expression on her face, smirking maniacally while letting her tongue hang out of her mouth. A scar in the shape of claw marks streaks across her face and neck. The egg she is holding is beginning to form cracks originating from the position of her thumb, suggesting she is exerting pressure onto it. The scene is backlit by an eerie red glow, and the background is filled with dense black clouds. Burn tauntingly says: "Hush, Icewing! You'll wake the baby!"

Huh, I haven't really drawn Queen Burn before, haven't I? I wonder why that is.

*tries to think of something Burn does that quickly illustrates her character*

Oh, riiight...
#WingsOfFire #wof #wofBurn #dragon

Picture of Darkstalker from the shoulders up, smirking with his head cocked to the side. He says: "To tell you the truth, I'm not so sure myself. I would consider the vision more worthy of attention than the exact minutiae through which it is achieved." Picture of Darkstalker's face from the front. Only one half of it is visible and it is cast in deep shadow, with only his glowing eye showing ominously. Imposed behind him is another shot of him, holding a glowing orb in his hands. He says: "But I can see myself doing all these things in the future. So me possessing these abilities is an immutable, absolute truth. Nothing more is required."

Picture of Albatross with an island behind him. The picture is framed in a way where Albatross appears giant and is looking down on the island from above. He says: "Animus magic is the weave that binds reality together. As the wielder of Animus magic, I therefore stand above reality." Picture of Albatross' hand above a grassy hill with trees growing on it. Strings of light extend from Albatross' fingers and wrap around two of the trees below, which are being yanked out of the ground. Albatross says: "From my vantage point, I pluck on the strings and the land dances to my whim like a wretched puppet. It is only through my mercy that the sun keeps rising every morning. And all of you should pray that this mercy will never run dry."

Picture of Stonemover lying petrified on the floor of his cave. He looks miserable and says: "Youth and arrogance. I saw the building blocks of life... and thought it was my right to shape them. But there is no right, and there is no Animus magic. Only the natural order, and fools who try to pervert it." Picture of only Stonemover's eye, staring at the viewer. Tears are welling up at its corner. He continues: "Wielding this power... it is a sin. And soon the day will come when we all must pay. For our own mistakes, and the ones of those whom we committed atrocities for."

Picture of Stonemover lying on the floor, being approached by Sunny. Sunny smiles and says "Hello, father! It's time for your weekly de-mossing! I brought the red sponge that you like!" We never see the red sponge because the picture is in sepia colors, and the artist is a lazy hack.

Apologies for having to cut these together awkwardly. Otherwise this would have taken 4 posts.

Part 2: Darkstalker, Albatross, Stonemover (with Sunny cameo)
#WingsOfFire #wof #wofDarkstalker #wofAlbatross #wofStonemover #wofSunny #wofAnimus #dragon

Picture of Orca in front of a half-finished bust and holding a mallet. She is sweating, as if she had just physically exerted herself, and is dabbing her forehead with a rag or towel that she is holding with her wing. She says: "I don't know who told you I'm an animus. I'm very busy, so if you're just going to waste my time with unsubstantiated gossip, please remove yourself from my workshop." Picture of Orca in front of a coordinate system. It shows a figure of a dragon, two points in 3D space, a curve between them, and a hammer travelling along the curve. Orca explains: "Speaking hypothetically, I imagine it's a matter of precision. I would picture the object spatially and visualize its exact flight path. The point where it is, the point where it's going to be, and the vector in between. Then, as I see it moving through 3D space, reality mimics my design. And that is, in theory, how I would move an object with my mind. Now leave me to my work."

Picture of Turtle, looking sheepishly to the side while clasping his hands together in front of him. He says: "Well, I don't know what the CORRECT way to do it is. For me, I like to think of the thing I'm doing magic on as another being. And the magic is sort of like a language that allows me to talk to it." Picture of Turtle, holding his hand out as if explaining something. He says: "I don't know why it just does whatever I tell it to do. Maybe living like that is really lonely, so it is grateful whenever someone talks to it at all? Or maybe it really is just an inanimate object." He continues: "My way is probably a really stupid way to look at this. Like, 'Look, there goes Turtle who talks to rocks and spoons and all that. But if we can't know for certain, I think it makes sense to be polite, you know?"

Picture of Anemone with her arms stretched into the air and her mouth open as if yelling. She says: "I'm the Animus, so the magic has to do what I say! It's like a servant who can't keep tabs on me for mother's sake!" Picture of Anemone looking teasingly at Pike who is off to the side behind her. She is sticking her tongue out and says: "Kind of like Pikey! But more powerful and it doesn't screw up as often." Pike, who looks absolutely shocked, replies "Y-your highness! Please forgive my inadequacy!!"

Part of a concept for diversifying Animus magic, by giving the various magic users in the story different methods of accessing it.

It helps making magic feel more unique and personal to each dragon.

Part 1: Orca, Turtle, Anemone
#WingsOfFire #wof #wofOrca #wofTurtle #wofAnemone #dragon #wofAnimus

Starflight makes me weep.

With joy.

A comic page showing the Dragonets of Destiny. They are flying around in a spacious cavern while chasing small rabbits. Tsunami is carrying two baskets, Glory is carrying a heavy bag, and Sunny and Clay are carrying a tarp between them. Starflight is sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall. "That's enough. You caught most of them", calls out Dune, their guardian, who is perching atop a nearby stone platform. "Gather before me, swiftly and silently! Now!" The Dragonets land and assemble before Dune, who addresses each of them. "I took the liberty of watching you and I will now assess how each of you performed during this hunt. First, Sunny. Your movements were sharp and clear, and you expertly anticipated every move of your prey." Sunny listens intently and seems happy. "Tsunami. You have good instincts but lack restraint. Half of these carcasses are mince." Tsunami, annoyed, rolls her eyes. "Of course he praises Sunny and chews me out," she says. "I caught twice as many as her." Dune continues: "Clay. You have the strength but your movements are dull and clumsy. These rabbits ran circles around you." Clay is calm and says "I'm sorry, I just prefer bigger prey." Moving on to Starflight, who is completely out of breath and bracing himself on Clay's wing, Dune simply says "If I had tears left I would be weeping." Finally, Dune completes the assessment, passing over Glory entirely and instead telling them to finish eating quickly and go to sleep. When Glory confronts him and asks how she did, Dune says: "Glory? I was preoccupied. I didn't have time to watch you." Glory looks to the side, looking disappointed but not surprised. Her colors shift into dull browns and sickly greens. "... Right," she says. "Good hunt, everyone."

A comic featuring Glory. She has retreated into a small alcove with two scrolls, rolled up next to her. She is lying against the back wall and covering herself with her wings. The colors are moody, drab, and dark. Glory looks on silently, seeming like she is lost in thought. After a while of not saying anything, she lowers her head slightly. Her mouth curls into a deep frown and tears begin to well up in her eyes. She is about to start crying. "No," she says matter-of-factly, catching the tears with her talons before they roll down her face. A hint of a red glow spreads through her scales, replacing the dull dark blue she was earlier. The last panel is a close up of her eyes, shown very prominently. There is no sadness visible in them anymore, just fierceness, anger, and determination. "You are NOT getting that satisfaction from me!" she declares, balancing the tear she shed on her digit.

I've been asked about what I think of Glory, so I'm doing a little write-up for Tumblr and I made this 2-page comic for it.

The write-up isn't done yet, but I'm showing the comic ahead of time to you, and you alone. It will be our little secret. Shhh...

#WingsOfFire #wofGlory #wofDune #wof #dragon

God, she really did die just a few hours before the war ended. I forgot about how close it was.

That is so pointlessly mean.

Scene showing Palm on the left and Smolder on the right. Palm is a pale yellow Sandwing with soft, rounded features and light brown accents and freckles. Her snout and head are covered in a multitude of tiny crumbs and she is blushing. Smolder is a deeper yellow with brown and black accents. His facial expression is a mixture of emotions. He looks a little gobsmacked at the state of Palm's face, but in a facetious way, as if he is actually enjoying it. "Honestly, Sugar. How DOES one manage to get crumbs all the way up into here?" he asks while preparing to brush the crumbs off of Palm's face with a small, hand-held brush. "The tray was closer than I thought..." Palm replies, looking sheepishly. "You are a treasure, you know that?" Smolder finally says.

The same scene as before, with Palm and Smolder. Palm's face is now free of crumbs and Smolder is holding it up by her chin, looking into her eyes. They are both blushing. "There she is, my little salt muffin," Smolder says. "Thought you could hide from me under all those pastry bits, hm?"

Was asked about my thoughts on Smolder and Palm and it incidentally produced this artwork.

Featuring the aftermath of Palm's battle with a tray of cookies.

#WingsOfFire #wof #wofSmolder #wofPalm #dragon

This project has been on ice for a while now. I've since started to tinker with it again off and on. At the glacial pace I'm moving I don't know if it will ever get anywhere substantial. But in the meantime, maybe it is giving me some things to post.
#WingsOfFire #wof #wofWinter #wofTurtle #dragon

Obviously this is all work-in-progress. The GUI is unfinished and it is missing proper backgrounds. But maybe someone would like to see the conversations.

These two don't really get to ever talk one-on-one. I think it's kind of a wasted opportunity.
#WingsOfFire #wof #wofWinter #wofTurtle #dragon

Someone noted that my Winter&Icicle skit felt like something out of a visual novel. Which it is. I've taken it from an old project where I wrote Fire Emblem style conversations between the WoF cast

I'll show off Winter&Turtle's convo chain as a treat:
#WingsOfFire #wof #wofWinter #wofTurtle #dragon

A kingdom is a type of country. You can generally describe any kingdom as a "country" (but not any country as a "kingdom").

I had him say "country" here because it sounded better to me. In this specific context, those terms are synonymous (one is just more precise).

Post by @flawseer · 17 images 💬 12  🔁 95  ❤️ 522 · A Good Life · INT. An Ice Kingdom Prison; time unknown > ICEWING GUARD, PRINCESS ICICLE ICEWING GUARD: (talking to someone outside) Yes, she's in here. ... A few minutes,…

Link to source:
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Close-up of Winter's talons holding a crescent-shaped brush carved from an animal bone. Text: WINTER: I brought you something. Here. ICICLE: What… WINTER: Do you remember it? ICICLE: My old brush…? WINTER: When we were little, you would always use it to brush your spines before father took you hunting. I thought maybe you could use a small piece of home right now, so I went to the house and grabbed it before getting chased out of the capital. ICICLE: A whole lot of good a brush is going to do me in a dirty cell. ...

A shot from behind Winter who is talking to Icicle calmly. Icicle listens to him while holding the brush and examining it. Text: ICICLE: Why are you doing this? WINTER: Because you are my clutch sister. and maybe this is stupid, but I care about you. In all those years I grew up in that terrible house, mother and father always hated me. But I thought maybe the three of us--you, Hailstorm, and me--maybe we could come out of this not hating each other.

A shot from inside the prison cell, looking out at Winter with a large doorway behind him. At the far end of the doorway, a small silhouette of a guard shouts out towards him. Winter turns his head towards the noise. Icicle frowns and touches the cell bars. Text: ICEWING GUARD: That's about all the time I can give you, Prince Winter. Please leave! If anyone finds you here, I'm going to be in trouble! WINTER: Goodbye, Icicle. I'm sorry this is how it all happened.

Close-up of Icicle, clutching the brush and holding it to her face as if trying to comfort herself. She looks somber and sad. The same close-up as before, but with the lights snuffed out and dark. Icicle closes her eyes. Text: ICICLE: ... Live a good life for me, brother.

I wanted to write a closing scene for Winter and Icicle's storyline. I've felt that the two of them never really got the closure they needed.

#WingsOfFire #wof #wofWinter #wofIcicle #dragon

A reprise of the shot with the bars dividing the scene in half. Icicle has averted her head as she is fed up with Winter's intrusion. Winter is looking off to the side, uncomfortable. Text: ICICLE: Leave me. I tire of talking to you. WINTER: There is something else I wanted to tell you. ICICLE: Whatever you have to say, I am not interested. WINTER: This is about father. ...he is dead.

Winter speaks again, still not looking very sure of himself. Icicle has turned back around and is clutching the bars tightly, her expression looking startled. Text: ICICLE: WHAT?? How?? WINTER: I don't know how much of what has been going on made its way to you. I see you're wearing one of Qibli's earrings so you know about the Animus plague at least. Darkstalker is real, and he came back. There was a battle between our people and the Nightwings, and father died in it. ICICLE: And Hailstorm? What about him?? WINTER: He is alive. Mother is with him right now, they are at the palace. She blames me for what happened and publicly denounced me as a traitor. I've been banished and so I'm currently on my way out of the country. This is my last stop. I wanted to see you one more time. ICICLE: … …

A close-up of Winter's face in shadow, looking troubled, pleading, and sad. Text: WINTER: So just this one time, Icicle. I beg you. Can we drop the hostility? I don't want the last conversation we ever get to have be spent tearing each other's throats out.

A close-up of Icicle, mirroring the prior close-up of Winter. She looks resigned and calm. A hooped earring with a tear-drop attachment hangs from her ear. Text: ICICLE: ... ... All right.

#WingsOfFire #wof #wofWinter #wofIcicle #dragon

A shot from behind Icicle looking towards the bars. Winter is standing behind them, well-illuminated, talking. Icicle observes him from the shadows in barely-restrained irritation. Text: WINTER: I'm not trying to moralize. Everything you chose to do makes sense to me. But I also don't think Scarlet would have ever let Hailstorm go. No matter what you, me, or any of us did. She was too cruel for that; I learned that when I met her myself. ICICLE: Oh, of course! You've spent a few days with her and suddenly you are the expert! That's you! Winter the Scarlet expert! You think you know ANYTHING about what Scarlet is like!?! You didn't have that deranged shrew living in your head for MONTHS!

Icicle is in the center of this shot, darkened. Her limbs are drawn toward herself and she looks upset. The background is dark, with two enormous, malicious-looking yellow eyeballs affixing their gaze to the dragon princess. Text: ICICLE: You didn't spend every night waiting, fearing she would seek you out again… Seeing her gaunt, decaying face leering at you out of the darkness under your eyelids… Jeering. Taunting. Telling me all the things she was going to do to HIM if I didn't do what she said… And you DARE stand there and lecture me about what she is really like… as if you know her better than I do.

Text: WINTER: Wait, but… she contacted you while you were at Jade Mountain, didn't she? She wouldn't have been in your head for more than a week or so? ICICLE: Of course YOU would think that! No, she has been in my head since long before that. It first started a few weeks after the war ended. Did you think I begged Queen Glacier to send me to that rotten mountain hole because I WANTED to live in a dirty underground dump and cuddle up to the people who just a while ago were trying to kill us!?! I only did that because Scarlet ordered me to! I hated every wretched minute of it!

Winter and Icicle talk through the bars. Winter looks remorseful and somber, while Icicle is seething with indignation. Text: WINTER: I'm sorry Icicle. I had no idea. ICICLE: Of course you didn't! You NEVER have any idea! I'd like to be as carefree as you, running around with my head wedged up my own backside! Content to be the screw-up and never having to live up to anyone's expectations! WINTER: Is that what you think my life is like!??! (sighs) All right, whatever, we don't have time. I'm not in the mood to fight with you, Icicle. ICICLE: Well, that is too bad! I guess you shouldn't have come here then!

#WingsOfFire #wof #wofWinter #wofIcicle #dragon

Princess Icicle of the Icewings is lying down, shrowded in darkness. Her head is turned away and her eyes are closed. Two shadowed, bar-like objects are framing her in the foreground. Text: INT. An Ice Kingdom Prison; time unknown > ICEWING GUARD, PRINCESS ICICLE ICEWING GUARD: (talking to someone outside) Yes, she's in here. ... A few minutes, that's all I can give you.

The same scene as before, except now it is illuminated. Icicle is inside a prison cell, the bars casting shadows onto her face and body, as well as the wall behind her. She opens her eyes, looking in the direction of the bars. Her face and body are smudged with grime. Text: ICICLE: You. ...

The prison cell bars divide this scene in half. On the right, wrought in deep shadows is Icicle, lying on the floor and looking up at her visitor with irritation. On the left, bathed in light from a globe in the corner stands Prince Winter, who is looking at Icicle through the bars. Text: WINTER: ... ... ICICLE: What do YOU want? Did you come to gloat? About how, after all these years, the silver child rots in a hole while the eternal screw-up triumphs? Or how much kinder and nobler you were when you rescued Hailstorm after I messed everything up? WINTER: I came here to see how you are doing. ICICLE: I'm in a prison cell, you idiot! How do you THINK I'm doing!?!

A close-up of Icicle yelling and baring her fangs. Text: ICICLE: They locked me up in this disgusting ditch for killing ONE Nightwing! After I was almost murdered TWICE! And what for?? Being a soldier in the war!?! And that Mudwing, the one who tried to do that to me? SHE gets to walk free!?! HOW is that just?? How many of OUR people has SHE killed?? Does THAT not count for anything!?! WINTER: I'm not blaming you for what you thought you had to do. ICICLE: (snorts derisively) "THOUGHT" I had to do??

"A Good Life"
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Another skit I did for the blog featuring Winter and Icicle.

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I've noticed that the preview omits sections in the middle. There are four story posts in total (16 images).

#WingsOfFire #wof #wofWinter #wofIcicle #dragon

A shot of the scene from above. Turtle is sitting to the left, touching his face as if to wipe away a tear. Umber is getting up from his bed perch and approaching Turtle calmly. Text: TURTLE: Why did I ever stake so much of who I am on this person I barely even know? After everything that has happened, or rather didn't happen… Knowing that I'm the one who got lucky, and that likely nothing is going to change for any of my brothers who are still waiting… I just can't think of that stranger as my mother. I don't know if that makes me ungrateful?

A picture of Turtle and Umber sitting close together. Umber is gesticulating while talking from the heart. Turtle listens and looks at him with a smile. Text: UMBER: Not at all. That's actually the way it usually goes where I'm from. TURTLE: Oh… right, yeah. UMBER: I get what you mean though. You don't have to feel beholden to a person just because, after years of ignoring you, she suddenly decided to show you the bare minimum of decency. It's fine for you to feel the way you do. You don't owe her your consideration. TURTLE: Thanks, Umber. ...

Close up of Turtle looking wistfully into the distance. Text: TURTLE: Perhaps... I might write her a letter some time. You know, like, whenever I have a free moment and nothing else is going on. UMBER: Ah yeah, that might take a while, ha ha. Webs has been saving all the material you guys missed while you were gone. You're probably gonna be drowning in homework for a while. TURTLE: Ah. That's okay. She's waited so long to talk to me. It's clear she's fond of waiting, so I'll let her enjoy herself a little longer.

The same close up of Turtle as before, but now he is looking towards the viewer (Umber) with his expression shifting into a goofy, dopey smile. Picture of Turtle and Umber side by side. Turtle is laughing happily while Umber gives him an encouraging grin and a playful punch in the shoulder. Text: UMBER: Look at that. Son of the year right here.

Curse image and character limits forever.
#wofTurtle #wofUmber

Umber the Mudwing and Turtle the Seawing are inside their sleeping cave. Umber is lying on his back on a bed-like stone platform while reading a scroll overhead. It is rolled out and sprawling all over his belly and spilling onto the floor. Turtle is a few paces away, lying on his stomach and writing on something. An abacus sits next to him, implying he is doing math. Text: (Sounds of scroll rustling and pen scratching) TURTLE: ...

The same scene as before, except Turtle turns away and starts speaking. Umber, letting his scroll rest on his chest, listens intently. Text: TURTLE: ... So, the Sea Queen hugged me the other day. UMBER: Oh? Your moms? When was that? TURTLE: While the whole Darkstalker kerfuffle happened. I returned home for a bit and she, well, she gave me a hug. For the first time... ever.

A close up of Turtle scratching his neck and fidgeting with his hands. Umber can be seen looking at him from behind him. Text: UMBER: That's a big deal, isn't it? You mentioned she's not much of a huggy one? TURTLE: Oh, no no, she is plenty affectionate with Anemone and Auklet. It depends on whether you were born, uh, well, "the way she wants". UMBER: Ah, I'm sorry. Still, she did it, right? How did it make you feel? TURTLE: Oh, good. It was… nice. ...

A shot showing Umber now lying on his stomach and having put the scroll away entirely, fully focused on the conversation. A close-up of Turtle's uncertain face is in the foreground. Text: UMBER: I noticed you called her "the Sea Queen", when before you would always call her "mother"? TURTLE: Well, you know… I, uh… It, put some things into perspective for me. (sighs) That kind of tender moment... I've been waiting for it all of my life. It was really nice when she finally went and noticed me; called me by my name even. I'm happy that she did; I can maybe finally start to move on from some things that have been weighing on me. But it's weird. I've spent so long waiting, and hoping, and wanting. Now that it happened I kind of realized… I don't really know her? I know Anemone, I know Auklet. Heck, I even know Tsunami and she's only been aware of my existence for a few months.

"Son of the Year"

This is a skit I wrote a while ago; a hypothetical conversation between Turtle and Umber had the latter never left the academy abruptly.

The format was written for a blog and doesn't translate well to bsky. I tried my best to convert it anyway.

#WingsOfFire #wof #dragon

A picture of Prince Mulberry, the Skywing/Leafing hybrid, shown from the waist up. He is a dark reddish-pink dragon with leafy orange accents and green eyes. His expression is casually friendly and welcoming, and he is waving at the viewer.

The same image of Mulberry as before, except with an added speech bubble that says "G'day mate!"

I was asked to draw Prince Mulberry, the new guy from the soon to be released 16th book.

Well, here he is!

#WingsOfFire #wofMulberry #dragons

The sequence ends on a shot of Orca in the dark, partially illuminated by the explosion in the sky. She looks up at what she has wrought and declares: "Man, it's a good thing I remembered that I have virtually limitless power." She continues: "Would have been really embarrassing if I died to this." A final string of text describes the noises of the soon impending apocalypse due to spontaneous lunar destruction.

No dragons were hurt in the making of this sequence.
Except Coral. Coral definitely exploded.

One punch.

Also, the first post in this sequence was apparently my 100th one. Go figure.
#WingsOfFire #wofOrca #wofCoral #dragons

The scene is now shown from the outside. Coral, tiny in frame, continues her momentum and breaks through the cliffside that surrounds the Seawing palace. She flies uncontrollably above the ocean while steadily gaining altitude.

The scene zooms out further, showing the ocean and two of the three moons. Coral is still flying diagonally upwards.

Coral impacts one of the moons, leaving a large crater. Cracks streak across the lunar surface.

The moon shatters from the impact and explodes violently, showering the night sky with moon rocks. The ocean is thrown into disarray as tidal waves form. The scale of destruction on display is pretty stupid.

#WingsOfFire #wofOrca #wofCoral #dragons

The scene continues into a close-up shot of Coral, looking amused and arrogant. She is not taking the challenge seriously. "The rite you invoke is not for someone who has yet to shed the last of her whelpling's teeth," the Queen says. "I will show mercy today and pretend I didn't hear you. You may go back to your room and--"

Coral's speech is interrupted as a paw shoots out from the right and slaps her across the face. Coral's face deforms comically from the impact of the strike.

Orca is shown in mid-air, just moments after the strike connected, her arm outstretched in front of her. Coral is knocked back by the force of Orca's attack and launches off-panel to the left. Debris and dust clouds flood into the panel from that direction.

The aftermath of the attack is revealed. Coral is shown as a tiny spec in the background, having collided with and broken through five layers of palace walls, which now sport large holes. A wide-eyed Seawing servant looks out from one of them, absolutely bewildered by the sight. Orca is standing in the foreground, now having landed back on the ground after their attack concluded.

#WingsOfFire #wofOrca #wofCoral #dragons

A sepia-toned image sequence. A dragon is shown from behind, walking up to an illuminated doorway in front of them.

The dragon from the previous panel steps out of the doorway and is revealed to be Princess Orca, daughter of Queen Coral. The Queen sits in the foreground, observing Orca as she steps into the room. Orca says: "Coral. Queen of the Seawings. My mother."

The next panel shows Orca in close-up, looking up defiantly at her mother (who is off-panel). She continues: "As your eldest child and only daughter, I challenge you for the throne!"

The point of view pulls back and shows Orca from behind again, standing in front of Coral who towers ominously in the back. Coral answers her daughter's challenge by saying: "Orca. My darling daughter. You cannot be serious. You are barely seven years old."

Inheritance Dispute
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A brief examination of Animus magic between the first and second arcs of Wings of Fire, and how Orca's challenge of Queen Coral might have gone if she had access to arc 2's unshackled magic kit.

This is a joke btw

#WingsOfFire #wofOrca #wofCoral #dragons