A Falsified Sororicide (A Wings of Fire OC Backstory)

To Panther, siblings always seemed like a funny concept. A sibling is your brother or sister. It's that simple. But not for Panther. To her, siblings were funny because they are another outlet for consuming love from the same two units that she consumed from. Siblings were funny because siblings were just another creation to adore, to love, to dote on. But mostly, siblings were funny because they are basically another possibility of you. What you could have been if you turned out different. If, say, you weren't the first RainWing animus.

The dragonet who was lounging on the tree trunk questioned this again. What if...what if Celestial had been the animus? Her meek, tiny, barely-a-year-old sister had given Panther dozens of opportunities to ponder this possible outcome. How would Celestial handle all the pressure that Panther thrived on? Panther was the pride of the family, while Celestial just...just stayed in the background and patted Panther's shoulder when she came home, remarking about all the wonderful colors of the dragons. Panther thought that was a little weird, too. Sure, they lived in the Rain Kingdom, where dragons wore many 'wonderful colors'. But Celestial wasn't talking about physical or aesthetic attributes--she believed one color could define a dragon. Panther herself was a bold fuchsia, which Cel always said ''made her stand out. ''Ha. Even dragons who weren't like Cel could tell that Panther stood out from the rest. She was always the brightest in her class, always the one who flew the fastest, always the one who was stronger, smarter, speedier....better. Even Celestial, who had just turned one year old, knew this. Panther was not just her family's jewel, but the entire RainWing tribe's.

Speaking of the little sister in question..