KilaTheKitty's Clan

Dave | Male | Scorpio | 5'5" | INTP | Thrilling Intent

Check me out on Deviantart: Kila-The-Kitty

Dragons on my last page in each tab are dragons I want to sell or trade.
_________________________________________________________

Tribe | Hisomu
Head Alpha | Doku; Dokusei Subspecies

As soon as you step across the boarder into the Hisomu Tribe territory unease stabs you like a serrated blade, it feels as if you shouldn’t be here and you consider heading back. Trekking onward, you take note of how little life there is in this land, all life is scattered sparsely throughout the outskirts, and the life that is there is sickly and won’t be around for much longer by the looks and smell of things. Fleshless vessels of the deceased are littered across the grassless plains, under the dying bushes and the shells of trees. Some are propped up as a decoration, seemingly meant to ward off malicious entities from the territory, they radiate a cursed aura and only cause the knife to penetrate deeper. After the long and dreary trials these cursed plains have put you through, you reach an area were the corpses and negative energy is particularly dense. Large boney dragons stand guard at all entrances, each looking powerful despite their apparent malnutrition, it’s clear they depend more at the deadly toxins coursing through their veins than anything else.

After you state your business and prove you mean no harm, one of the dragons escort you into this wretched place. The air is thick with death and hostility, cold eyes pierce your skin as you meander past. Buildings made of bone and skin stick out of the dry, blood stained soil, most of which seem to continue underground, but your vision is obscured by darkness and fog. You’re led into a large structure, the shell seemingly made of an ancient guardian, and down a winding burrow, lined with ribs and stone. In the deepest depths, a powerful mirror dragon stands before you, atop a throne of bones. A scaleback, previously resting at the foot of the throne, rises to its feet and bares its fangs in your direction. The mirror crawls to the tip of the throne in a coiling fashion, then turns her powerful body towards you, eyes full of perceived hatred and despair. Her mouth opens to speak, teeth sharper than any you’ve ever seen. “I am Doku, leader of the Hisomu tribe. You must either be brave or stupid to have made it this far. State your name and business,” her words are both laced with venom, yet they somehow feel welcoming in a way.
_________________________________________________________