Here’s a story based off of my five argies whom I adore. My favorite being the main character.

Introducing: Solia (red and black)/ Shaden (all black)/ Leona (all white)/ Robin (red and tan)/ Faya (white with black)

Chapter one, dark mountains (don’t know how often I’ll make these but hopefully you all enjoy)

"I’ve told this to many times! No one is to go anywhere near Far’s peak!" Shadens voice screeched abouve the roaring wind and rain as he glared at Robin with eyes lit ablaze by the moonlight. The heavy air barely filled his lungs as is came in quick shallow breaths. The war inside threatened to ruin his composer as fought to stay collected.

"What happened was a freak accident! I know to be careful!" Robins fluffed feathers only made shadens skin burn.

"I don’t need you getting yourself killed!" Robin took a step back glancing over her shoulder at solia who refused to meet her wildfire eyes.

"So you expect me to do nothing while the griffon that killed my sister is able to roam free? He needs to pay!" She took flight.

"Revenge will come in time but right now we need to heal." He couldn’t breath as his friend turned away.

"How can I heal, my sister is dead!" She screeched, hard weight slammed Shaden against the large tree platform.

"Robin, stop! This isn’t going to bring her back, you need to let it go." Leona raised her head as the moonlight shimmered in her elegant feathers.

"My sisters dead!" Shaden grabbed her leg in his talons pulling her off of his throat. He gulped in large breaths thanking his strength for helping.

"Leave then, if your so determined then leave." The words killed him, like the spear of a survivor stabbing through his heart. Her wing flaps slowly faded as he steadied himself.

"I’ll go after her, I’m sorry Shaden." Solia dipped her head in respect before quickly flapping out of sight.

"She’ll be back." Leona nuzzled his neck. Her warmth comforted him while the bloody memories flooded through his thoughts. Namir’s sharp talons glistened in the blinding sun ray, before slicing his friend to shreds.

His blood ran cold as he dropped his head. "I-I tried to stop him." His voice was barely audible. His refused to expand as the weight of his longing set in. ‘If only it was me.’

-shadows light (or just light)