Myrsky

Streak
the Assassin
Story by Steffon


Myrsky was once known as the Streak, so named due to the Skydancer's accent standing out and blazing against his light feathers whenever he takes flight. Furthermore, Noir has excellent vision and extraordinary speed, giving him a generous edge in missions done under time pressure and needing of stealth.

It was a dark, dark day in the Hewn City. The ruins' fog was extraordinarily dense, blotting out the wan light of the sun and the glow of the multicolored flickering tongues of flame from the dragons scavenging in the city. The air was cold with darkness and rank with decay.

A Ridgeback walked the shaded paths of the Hewn City that day. His cold violet eyes served him well—the dragon wouldn't stand out in the shadows due to the eye color bestowed by the God-Mother, and had he been from, say, the thrice-cursed Windswept Plateau, he would have been easily identified by those pursuing him.

So did the Ridgeback strolled. His steps were quiet, the thuds muffled by unknown flora n the city's floor. The dragon chuckled to himself as he passed a group of shadows huddling by a white flame, amused by the shivers of fear that he brought out of them. He growled at a sitting Wildclaw, his purple eyes narrowing in challenge as the other stubbornly refused to move out of the way. Irritated, the Ridgeback lowered his head and lunged, nose first at the smaller dragon.

But one of the Ridgeback's hind limbs was caught in an invisible string, and he tripped.

The large dragon felt gossamers of threads being bound to his body. His dark eyes widened in surprise, and eventually, panic. He had been found, that's understandable, but by who?

The Ridgeback thrashed and flailed as the strings wrapped around his body, but each time he lurched and rolled and shook, each thread seemed to wound around him more tightly than before. They seemed to be sapping his strength, as well—the dragon felt that the world was slowing down, and his large frame was too heavy to move. His eyelids fluttered open and close as he exhausted himself with the struggling.

But the Ridgeback remembered the streak of bright orange, and the small piercing light green eyes of his captor