Quartz

ORIENTATION: bi wheeze all my coatls are bisexual lads-
OCCUPATION: captain/commander of the honed blade (ex-mercenary)
PERSONALITY: keen, determined, clever and pretty quick-witted (especially with his jokes).


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BEAUTIFUL HECCiN ART DONE BY @SpiritX GO THROW COOKIES AT THEM OR SOMETHING I-



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(story by me! in an au)

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Scarlet blood flecked his claws, his wings. Not his own. His uncurled tail kicked up the gritty sand as Quartz paced, once again sizing up the wildclaw snarling in front of him. A stiff breeze ruffled his feathers. They'd been in this damn arena for hours, long enough for the rising sun to cast their snarls in pale dawn, and his opponent hadn't let up. But neither had he.

"Come over here, you coward, show me what you've really got."

The dark wildclaw leered at him, swiping out with his tremendous claws, also coated in crimson. The coatl watched as he liberally kicked up the sand, trying to goad a reaction from him. Quartz narrowed his eyes as an idea began to take shape in his head.

"Come on, let's go!"

Now.
Quartz roared and leapt up, flaring his huge white wings. The sun slammed into the glittering facets and into the wildclaw's eyes, blinding him. The dragon stumbled back, braced defensively but still struggling to open his eyes, his own wings flared for balance. Quartz immediately reared forward and shoved the wildclaw's long snout into the sand, swiftly pinning his kicking legs underneath him-

-Before immediately getting back up again and lending the wildclaw an apologetic claw.
"I'm so sorry Dakari, I think I got a bit carried away, you were really riling me up there!" Quartz laughed amiably, helping him get to his claws. Dakari laughed and dusted himself off. "That was really good, don't apologise. Flaring your wings the way you did was something I've never seen before. Unique, too." he smiled.

"Yeah, well, it was a spur of the moment thing."

"It was really damn good, Quartz!"

"Pfft."

"I don't know about you but I'm done for today. That was so fun though." Dakari tilted his head back and watched as the last stars winked themselves out. Rich blues and velvet purples melted into tawny amber daybreak overhead. Quartz nodded, giving his wings a final stretch. "Sounds about right. Though it's already becoming morning."

They stood for a moment as amber became gold, a wordless appreciation of the dawn gilding the arena's stone walls, two warriors exhausted but content with the day's work.

Eventually, they headed off into the morning, on the well-worn track to the huts. It wound quietly through the trees to a humble but neat village that a small river crossed partly into. The two huts they were staying in were near the river. Yet the village was a place that they both knew they wouldn't stay in for long. The dragons were good-natured, sure, and welcoming too, but it wasn't for them. The villagers knew it too, somehow. While their generosity was abounding, the dragons kept them at an arm's length.

Quartz let a crooked smile slant his mouth as the pair walked in companionable silence. Somewhere above a bird greeted the sun, and he idly kicked a rock by the side of the path.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah."