Manon's Wyvern

Abraxos

“Each of the scars, the chipped teeth and broken claws, the mutilated tail—they weren't the markings of a victim. Oh, no. They were the trophies of a survivor.”

HEIR OF FIRE

They sawed the spikes off his tail so he could not defend himself. He spends the rest of the series catching people.

Manon's wyvern. Kept in the pit at the Omega as a living practice dummy for better-bred wyverns, and the only thing in the entire Ironteeth war machine that wanted a field of flowers.

At a glance

WHAT: Wyvern — Manon's mount
STARTED AS: A bait beast, kept to be torn apart
MODIFIED WITH: Iron teeth, tail spikes, spidersilk wings
FAMOUS FOR: The Crossing
SOFT SPOT: Wildflowers

His witch Manon BlackbeakShe was owed Titus, the prize bull. She took the scarred runt from the bait pit instead — put iron back in his mouth, welded new spikes onto his tail. Now she throws herself off cliffs without looking down. He's always already underneath.Enter Manon Blackbeak

His bonds

Who he answered to.

Swipe to meet them all

The Thirteen The Thirteenthe coven he carried into warEnter The Thirteen →

Sorrel's Wyvern Sorrel's Wyvernone of his own — another of the Thirteen's wyvernsEnter Sorrel's Wyvern →

The Wyverns The Wyvernshis kind — the Ironteeth's aerial legionsEnter The Wyverns →

What he loves

The deadliest wyvern in the Fang, and a short list of soft things.

They bred him to be torn apart, and he came out of it wanting open air and something soft to put his face in.

Open sky
He hated the caverns — the dark, the low ceilings, the weight of rock overhead. He wanted up, and out, and nothing above him.
The Thirteen
He carried the coven for years. At Orynth he was grounded — wounded, unable to fly with them. He lived. Twelve of the Thirteen didn't.
The tail along the edge
He lays his tail down along the cliff, a barrier between Manon and the drop. Catching people is a choice; nobody ever taught it to him.
Fresh kill and no orders
He won't touch mutton — fresh kill or nothing. He won't fly on command, and he won't go anywhere he isn't flown willingly. Standards.

His heart

The field of wildflowers past the Crossing

Let something small and soft grow where he can reach it, and the best wyvern alive will stop and put his face in it. On the far side of the Crossing there's a whole meadow of them — and that's where he goes. In the entire Ironteeth war machine, the iron and the poison and the pits, one creature wanted a field of flowers.

The long versionRead his whole storyEverything, in one place.Enter the full story

Kindred

Two bonded war-beasts from another world — both fearsome, both wholly devoted to the rider nobody bet on.

Tairn The enormous black dragon who chose the rider everyone said was too fragile to live — deadly, territorial, entirely hers, and the thing underneath her every time she falls.

Andarna The golden feathertail everyone wrote off — too small, too soft, the runt of the nest — who turns out to be far more than she appears. You already know why that lands.

We're Caffeine and Curses. The Library started as my design research — I can't put Manon on a shirt without knowing which way the iron teeth snap — so we keep the notes here where everyone can use them. The pages are fan-made, not official; the licensed designs are in the shop.

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