Quickwing
(#3083135)
Level 25 Wildclaw
Swift
Black-wing Hummingbird
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.72 m
Wingspan
5.52 m
Weight
405.54 kg
Genetics
Aqua
Tiger
Tiger
Red
Stripes
Stripes
Spring
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
95
AGI
39
DEF
16
QCK
87
INT
9
VIT
21
MND
9
Biography
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Clan Position:Protector of the Skies Daily Activities:Patrols the aerial perimeter of the clan and plummets down to kill any enemy she finds |
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Since Quickwing learned of her lineage since she was a hatchling she always wanted to live up to the ferocity of her ancestors. As a hatchling she would to try to come up with all kinds of creative ways to defeat her enemies. Eventually she realized her strength was in the air. She was the fastest hatchling the clan had ever had. She decided to use her speed to defeat her prey and enemies to fly above them and tackle them to the ground before they even knew what had happened. She always loved flying to different lands and flying in different air currents and took on the winds of each area. One day she could see a storm by the Southern Icefields and insisted she had to fly through the storm so that she could catch any enemy in any weather. Some older dragons, Shivers and Lightning, who visited there often and knew how to fly in a snowy storm decided to go with her to make sure she would be alright. |
She flew fast and well despite the storm but noticed a small bird flying in the storm as well. It was a Frostbite Hummingbird and it kept circling her and motioning her to followed. She called over her fellow clanmates and they followed the bird who led them to a white Wildclaw that was passed out in the snow and extremely cold. They took him to a nearby cave and stayed with him until he regained consciousness and was able to fly home. Not missing out on another flight and a chance to make a new friend Quickwing flew the Wildclaw who she found out was named Frost to his lair.
After that day she would often fly to his lair to visit him and test her flying skills around the crstalspines nearby. They soon became very close and he joined this lair. She still flies around all kinds of terrain and fights many enemies with his aerodynamic skills but now also takes a relaxing flight with Frost every once in a while usually to the Southern Icefields.
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Art above by Toothiana
Art below by Bangerat
Art below by Bangerat
The death of Quickwing from WTTC written by SoulSorbet
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"A-Avlynn..."
No.
"...Skyfall...?"
No...
"...Looks like I might h-have to send that letter, after all..."
The two spirals hung on to each other for dear life as a cold voice rang through the air.
"To die, or not to die... that is the question."
The head of Astarte fell from the hand of her speaker to the floor with a splat, a sick sneer on their face as they continued.
"Or, in this case... it's not much of a question at all. You are going to die tonight!"
Snip, snip.
"Because unfortunately for you...there's a new Ringleader in town."
Behind the Ringleader stood another dragon the sight of which made the two spirals want to vomit. From their jaws hung a bandaged arm one which the two managed to recognize with ease.
"...What?No need to look so disgusted, you two. These were her orders, after all."
An appalling grin pulled at their lips.
"Oh, I get it. You want to be next. Now, which of you should I start with..."
After making their pick, the dragon lunged forward fangs bared with demented glee before they instead missed their intended target.
"...Eh?"
The dragon glanced upward their grin quickly returning.
"...Oh?
What a delightful surprise. Looks like you decided to reveal yourself,
Acrobat."
"Q-Quickwing?! Is that really you?"
The wildclaw smiled, sheltering Avlynn in an embrace.
"That's right. I said I'd do what I could to save you both, didn't I?"
Quickwing had always been the fastest of her clan, none could ever argue otherwise.From the highest beam she currently stood on, if one of the two remaining hosts attempted to fly up at her, she would be able to see them and make her escape.They certainly wouldn't be able to keep up with her once she did. But what Quickwing hadn't considered soon became her downfall.
"S-Skyfall!"
Avlynn's voice rang shrill through the room.
"Where is she?! What's..."
A choke.
"What's happening to her?!"
A sob.The spiral coughed and the blood spilled until Quickwing realized what was going on. She had tried to protect Avlynn, but the hosts had instead attacked Skyfall. The two spirals were held together by a special bond. One that would allow them to share the joys of never being alone as well as the pain of dying together.The damage was internal, Quickwing thought, considering the way Avlynn writhed and cried in her arms.There was nothing she could do to help her.
"Oh, boo hoo."
Quickwing recoiled in horror at the sound of the voice screeching at how it was accompanied by a stab into her wings.
"Too bad, so sad.You should have expected this, you know?"
Unable to uphold her weight while coping with the pain Quickwing dropped the already deceased Avlynn to the distant ground below. She had nowhere to run nowhere to fly now that her prized wings were clipped. The assaulter continued to sneer as they stabbed into the wildclaw's wings.
"Tried to play the hero again, huh? Astarte knew that you were going to come tonight.
In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you were the one who saved Ichtaca."
She had to hold back her screams of pain, wincing as a foot pressed her face into the cold steel of the beam.If she allowed her mouth to open even momentarily perhaps her attacker would have the idea of forcing out her tongue, too. Quickwing had no hope for survival remaining but she didn't want to turn out like Apollo.
"Well, don't you worry your pretty little head."
The dragon forced their foot down harder for emphasis.
"We'll be coming after him next."
For the first time in her life,Quickwing was falling. In the past, she had enjoyed to take risky nosedives like this, channeling the powerful wind unto her wings and gliding at unbelievable speeds. But now, that same wind painfully tore at the gaps between her feathers. Nothing scared her more than being unable to fly. She had never even considered such a thing possible for her. She hadn't thought death would come for her so soon...She had a nest waiting at home, too. As the ground below only grew closer and closer. Quickwing couldn't think of anything to say, even if no one would be able to hear it except herself, other than.
"Sorry, Ichtaca.For pushing this onto you."
No.
"...Skyfall...?"
No...
"...Looks like I might h-have to send that letter, after all..."
The two spirals hung on to each other for dear life as a cold voice rang through the air.
"To die, or not to die... that is the question."
The head of Astarte fell from the hand of her speaker to the floor with a splat, a sick sneer on their face as they continued.
"Or, in this case... it's not much of a question at all. You are going to die tonight!"
Snip, snip.
"Because unfortunately for you...there's a new Ringleader in town."
Behind the Ringleader stood another dragon the sight of which made the two spirals want to vomit. From their jaws hung a bandaged arm one which the two managed to recognize with ease.
"...What?No need to look so disgusted, you two. These were her orders, after all."
An appalling grin pulled at their lips.
"Oh, I get it. You want to be next. Now, which of you should I start with..."
After making their pick, the dragon lunged forward fangs bared with demented glee before they instead missed their intended target.
"...Eh?"
The dragon glanced upward their grin quickly returning.
"...Oh?
What a delightful surprise. Looks like you decided to reveal yourself,
Acrobat."
"Q-Quickwing?! Is that really you?"
The wildclaw smiled, sheltering Avlynn in an embrace.
"That's right. I said I'd do what I could to save you both, didn't I?"
Quickwing had always been the fastest of her clan, none could ever argue otherwise.From the highest beam she currently stood on, if one of the two remaining hosts attempted to fly up at her, she would be able to see them and make her escape.They certainly wouldn't be able to keep up with her once she did. But what Quickwing hadn't considered soon became her downfall.
"S-Skyfall!"
Avlynn's voice rang shrill through the room.
"Where is she?! What's..."
A choke.
"What's happening to her?!"
A sob.The spiral coughed and the blood spilled until Quickwing realized what was going on. She had tried to protect Avlynn, but the hosts had instead attacked Skyfall. The two spirals were held together by a special bond. One that would allow them to share the joys of never being alone as well as the pain of dying together.The damage was internal, Quickwing thought, considering the way Avlynn writhed and cried in her arms.There was nothing she could do to help her.
"Oh, boo hoo."
Quickwing recoiled in horror at the sound of the voice screeching at how it was accompanied by a stab into her wings.
"Too bad, so sad.You should have expected this, you know?"
Unable to uphold her weight while coping with the pain Quickwing dropped the already deceased Avlynn to the distant ground below. She had nowhere to run nowhere to fly now that her prized wings were clipped. The assaulter continued to sneer as they stabbed into the wildclaw's wings.
"Tried to play the hero again, huh? Astarte knew that you were going to come tonight.
In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you were the one who saved Ichtaca."
She had to hold back her screams of pain, wincing as a foot pressed her face into the cold steel of the beam.If she allowed her mouth to open even momentarily perhaps her attacker would have the idea of forcing out her tongue, too. Quickwing had no hope for survival remaining but she didn't want to turn out like Apollo.
"Well, don't you worry your pretty little head."
The dragon forced their foot down harder for emphasis.
"We'll be coming after him next."
For the first time in her life,Quickwing was falling. In the past, she had enjoyed to take risky nosedives like this, channeling the powerful wind unto her wings and gliding at unbelievable speeds. But now, that same wind painfully tore at the gaps between her feathers. Nothing scared her more than being unable to fly. She had never even considered such a thing possible for her. She hadn't thought death would come for her so soon...She had a nest waiting at home, too. As the ground below only grew closer and closer. Quickwing couldn't think of anything to say, even if no one would be able to hear it except herself, other than.
"Sorry, Ichtaca.For pushing this onto you."
WTTC-http://flightrising.com/main.php?board=forga&id=1169653&p=mb
The Acrobat - Up in the air, and away they go! The acrobat is a nimble performer; one who cannot be caught easily by the hosts. They have the ability to evade a lynch vote, should they choose to do so. If they do not feel threatened during a round, they can also send smaller dragons into the sky for protection with their dexterous strength!
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