Wardrobe

Villager: Joey

Hello, it is my pleasure to befriend you, wyvern friend.

Hello, do not worry my friendly bird. I have no desire for conflict. I wish to be friends.

"What's in it for me" Матрёшка crosses his arms and glances sternly, the hyena stands there a moment before taking a couple steps around the wyvern, again awaiting a response.

"What's the offer, hmmm?" Матрёшка taps his foot patiently waiting for a response

(Heck wrong villager sorry)

Rain took a step back in surprise as Joey made an ungraceful crash landing, quite unlike the false-wyvern. Perhaps it was the bucket that had messed up the heiress's balance. Rain was even further surprised when the contents of the bucket were revealed, and a Deepsea Dunkey flopped out of it along with mud and salt water. Hearing Joey's distressed screech, Rain immediately tried to pick up the aquatic creature, and after it slipped out of her claws a few times she was finally able to get a good grip without hurting it. She placed it back into the bucket, but there wasn't too much water left. "Ah, that will not do," Rain muttered, sucking the air through her fangs as she stared at the bucket. Then she looked back up at Joey. "You know, one of the villagers who lives here, Violet Wave, is a marine biologist, and thus has a giant saltwater fish tank. If you want, I could fly over there and get some more salt water as well as a bigger bucket so Doug will be more comfortable."

Rain looked up to see a certain false-wyvern, soaked in what smelled like salt water, flying towards her with a bucket clutched in her talons. Rain was surprised to see Joey's sudden appearance, but happy as well. She gave a toothy grin, and waved to greet Joey. "H-hey Joey!" she chuckled, soon staring at the bucket. The metallic scent of blood soon filled the air, and although Rain was slightly off-put by it, she wasn't nearly as surprised as she would have been before. As long as Joey didn't harm Rain's villagers, the reaper dragon had grown surprisingly used to Joey's love for violence and slaughter. Rain walked towards the false-wyvern, wondering what could be in the bucket. "And what do you have there?" she asked, expecting to see a monster or fish corpse of some kind.

"I'm not stinky, you are!" Xertok puffed his cheeks up and the glow of his wings flickered. "I- WAIT! How do you even know I'm a demon!?" Xertok let out a puff of air and flipped upside down in the air. Somehow the chain of his charm didn't seem to move down with gravity. It stayed as if he was upright still. "You must be a stinky spy!"

theres still 4 individual ones! they're just the same color! You can tell the difference in wings by looking for the square ends on them :0 so like. each wing has two rows of normal feathers and the final row has more square feathers. I hope that makes some kind of sense lol