Alpine LeafWing - SkyWing

Alpine was nothing more than a dragon looking to make a bit more money via murder.
At least that's what him and the entire SkyWing tribe thought (minus the assassin part).
Until he accidentaly cast his first Animus spell to save his clumsy booty from a target who didn't really want to comply with Alpine's Terms of Service.
The SandWing had lunged, and Alpine didn't really have a whole lot of experience as an assassin at this point, so he just curled up, his tail covering his face, and yelled "DON'T!"
The dragon froze midair, but the tip of Alpine's tail was still lying in a pool of blood on the ground.
Alpine was so shaken it took him five minutes to come to his sences and kill the SandWing.
By then, the bleeding in his tail had subsided and he flew back to his client. He wasn't too into politics, but Alpine was pretty sure his victim was his client's son, who was king of the SandWings.
Poor guy must've dated the wrong girl, because Alpine's reward for this was a gold crown.
He got a prosthetic for his tail, which was far better than a real tail because this one had a steal blade.
But he didn't know what to do with the crown though, especially now that he knew he was an Animus.
He could enchant it so that he was handsom, or so that beautiful dragons fell in love with him on sight, or so that all the queens of each tribe wanted to mary him so he could take over the world.
No, that's Darkstalker type thinking.
He would just take over the LeafWings.
He enchanted the crown. When he lifted it and placed it on his head, he staggered back, the crown clanging to the floor.
Dark thoughts flooded into his mind. They told him to kill the SkyWings just like they did his ancestors. What were they talking about?
A year later, he found answers.
He broke into some random dragon's house and found a small star shaped saphire. He had read about these once. It was a dreamvisitor.
That night, he cast his third ever spell; to enchant the dreamvisitor to show him his ancestors.
He went to sleep, thinking of the last SkyWing Animus, whoever that was.
In his dream, a crimson dragon sat on a cliff, watching the sunset. He approached her.
"I'm Tempest," she said, "I was the last SkyWing Animus, and the lone survivor of that massecre of our family. I cast a spell so it looked like I was killed, but instead I ran away. I had dragonets, and I enchanted them so that their offspring couldn't be Animuses, and neither could theirs, and so on. Until you."

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