Awesome!

I'm bringing Luna, my CAPTCHA. She's a sassy grey wolf, but she'd love to be a Nightwing if need be I'm also bringing Saphira, one of me Æs. She has blue hair and blue eyes, and usually she can morph into a blue dragon. I guess she'd be a Seawing, unless she can just be a dragon. ;) 

@Queen Coral: are you.... Elmodaisy? 

Can I be A villian? Who turns good? Or vice-versa? I'd love to be an evil RainWing Animus dragon!

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Part four.

Micearenice's wings ached and she felt like she would never swim again but that didn't stop her from marveling at the beauty of the summer palace. Green and blue faces peered curiously out at her. The roof towered above her as if it was trying to say Bow to me! 

And right in the middle of this was Queen Coral. 

Shimmering pearls covered her body as she stood up and examined them. Despite herself Micearenice felt a shiver run through her spine as Coral's eyes swept over her sky-blue scales. Finally the queen stopped and spoke.

"So you are my guests," she murmured. "But who are those?" The SeaWing flicked her tail at Curio and Cho. 

"They are our friends," Shadowmoon said hurriedly "They were also supposed to come here but they didn't because-"

Queen Coral held up a talon. "Let's eat while we discuss this," she said. "You must be hungry." A few dragons scurried off to where Micearenice assumed the kitchen was. 

But the seven CBers barely had time to sit down before a breathless dark green SeaWing rushed in.

"Attackers!" he shouted panting heavily. "Run!"

And then IceWings burst through the roof. 

I'm just posting what waking up as a dragon might have been like. THIS IS NOT A PLOT-ADVANCING POST. I'm not usurping you, Coral. ;)

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The first thing I notice when I wake up is that my hands are asleep.

This is actually fairly typical, given that I have an odd tendency to put my hands under my head when I sleep. The weird thing, though, is that my entire body seems to be asleep for a moment or two, a little not-entirely-comfortable tingling. It fades quickly, leaving me wondering what exactly it was.

Lethargy claims me for a moment, so I simply lie there, realizing that I have my feet tucked up under me and they're asleep too. Pins and needles suck; I shift around a little, hoping to get rid of them somehow.

This, ultimately, is what gives me the first clue that something's wrong.

For starters, I feel both heavier and lighter than I'm supposed to, which is seriously weird. Secondly, it feels as though my arms are folded up on my back and one leg is curled around my side- even though both legs and both arms are currently underneath my body. Third, there's something warm in my stomach, like I just had a bowl of hot soup or something, though I'm sure I haven't eaten since some salad and blueberries earlier. Fourth, this room stinks. Like, really stinks. Mostly it's that doctor's-office alcohol smell only twenty times worse, but I can also pick out sweat, smoke, soil, and something dry and musty, like snakes.

I crack open my eyes, and am immediately amazed.

I thought my vision was 20/20 before, but now...! Every little detail pops out in astounding clarity: motes of dust riding the subtle air currents, the tiny letters on that poster all the way across the room, every last wrinkle on the plastic bag in the trash can, the veins in the leaves of the plant on the windowsill...the tip of a flame-orange snout?

I jerk backwards, startled badly (I hate jump-scares!), but the...thing...follows, like it's attached to my face. This causes me to overbalance and fall on my rear end...except that it's not exactly like falling on my rear end the way I've done many times before. Something breaks my fall underneath my bottom, and apparently that something is a part of me because it hurts. Ow. Posterior pains aside, however, I raise a hand in front of my face to poke at the mysterious orange...object? appendage?...wondering if I'll feel it.

And realize two things: Yes, I do feel it when I poke the thing, and my hand has somehow been transformed into a talon.

"Aah!" I try to say, but it comes out as a surprised roar. Some instinct makes the whatever-they-are on my back - I have a hunch, but I'd have to see it to believe it - flare out and I topple forward, feeling the impact on my snout and the left side of my face. I realize, belatedly, that I'm on a bed of some sort, otherwise that would have hurt a lot more than it did. But that's the least of my concerns: with every passing second, more and more of the pieces fall into place.

That thing I sat on? Tail. The reason my legs feel so weird? They now have bone structure similar to a dog or cat's, naturally standing on tiptoe. The whatever-they-are on my back? Yup, wings, enormous ones by the look and feel of them. I actually used them by accident when all my panicked thrashing sent me off the side of the bed, and instead of falling flat on my snout, some deep primal instinct kicked in and I glided to a landing. Granted, a very scrabbly and ungraceful landing, but a landing all the same.

I crouch on the ground, shaking, wings and tail curled in close- I have no idea why I know how to move them at all, I've never had anything like that before, but I do. Honestly, I'm not sure what to feel. Scared? Yes, obviously. Elated? Well, flying was awesome... Confused? Heck yeah. Like I have a mission, a purpose of some sort?

...Wait, where did that come from?!

All such thoughts are dashed, however, when I catch sight of a full-length mirror. How to get over there on all fours? Turns out it's easy; instinct guides me through the first couple shaky steps, and by then I've got the hang of it. It's like crawling on tiptoe, but without the awkwardness. The mirror hangs, silver and accusatory, on the wall in the corner. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for...something, I don't really know what, and take a peek.

A fiery orange SkyWing, somehow managing to look majestic and petrified at the same time, stares back at me.

I don't have time to contemplate the fact before the ground beneath my talons suddenly isn't there, and I plummet into darkness.