Mozai
(#16907697)
Level 1 Ridgeback
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Ridgeback
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
17.18 m
Wingspan
16.03 m
Weight
6469.08 kg
Genetics
Silver
Iridescent
Iridescent
Silver
Shimmer
Shimmer
White
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Ridgeback
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
Mozai
    
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Lord
| I feel this is a part of something big he is doing, ...like taking over the world. | To interfere with him, is to feel what it's like to be decapitated and your head stuck on a spike | ______________________________________________________
"Kato? He's a fool! He doesn't even realize that I'm ruling an empire right underneath his nose."
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Original design by BloodyAngel12
The way to power is to take it.
Mozdog wrote:
Everything she could have ever wanted, it’s here. There’s no silk, jewel, or decoration out of place. If she doesn’t like it, Mozai is willing to tear it down then build it back up again just to make her happy. To see her eyes glimmer as he’s never seen them before. It hasn’t worked, not yet, but Mozai has everything, even bits of heaven, and he can give that to his Heaven. The most prized jewel of all, a smoky white, unblemished Pearlcatcher by the name of Heaven. Mozai believes her name suits her perfectly, he didn’t have to give her another. She looked the same as him, white as clouds though she was smoother, beautiful.
He is snapped out of his musing by Kiran, clicking in to hand off some dealings, illicit and otherwise, to be made. He dips his claw in ink and signs them without a second thought, knowing that his little brother is careful enough not to let him sign the incorrect documents. Kiran learnt fast from his last mishap with disorganization. Lucky for Kiran, Mozai was the master of discipline and correction. His assistant would not dare make the same mistake twice, accidentally allowing Mozai to sign away his deed to a lair in Dragonhome. “Where is Heaven lounging about at the moment?” he sighed, shifting through his papers to find a certain documentation of dealings, sighing happily to himself when he’d found it, “I would enjoy to see how she’s doing with the new room I made her.” Kiran debates, before softly speaking up. His younger brother would never be strong enough to crawl out from beneath the grasp of his claws, no matter how much he attempts to help those he’s supposedly hurt. He likes to see it as objective assistance, though both parties know it’s nothing near that. “She’s settled into it but I’m afraid I can’t see any visible change in her demeanor.” This makes a crease appear in Mozai’s face. “Her act is getting tiresome, I must admit,” he huffs, shaking his head, “I get her everything she could ever want, take her away from that horrible hovel she called a home, even procure that blob of goop she wanted for some god’s forsaken reason –“ “The Sentient Alloy?” “Yes. That thing. Never correct me again, Kiran.” “Of course, Mozai, I apologize.” “Accepted out of the graciousness of my heart. Organize my things while I go tend to Heaven.” Mozai wastes no time leaving the room he was working in, deciding to take no notice in Kiran’s grumbling. It took no more than a couple turns to arrive at Heaven’s room, walking into what he could only describe as a room of bliss. White as snow, pillows are scattered across the floor to make it so Heaven doesn’t have to sit on hard rock. Cream silks are draped in between the natural crooks and crannies of the rocks, sometimes flapping slightly in the occasional breeze from the small window he was able to procure her. He managed to turn this disgusting heap of rock into something beautiful, all for something of his. Yet she still had that look in her eye, that shadow that crossed her path when she looked out towards the horizon. She clutched onto her pearl, odd goo-ish abomination she wanted for some odd reason sitting by her side, as she noticed him. “Hello Mozai,” her voice was soft, “what do I owe the visit for?” “Just checking up on something of mine,” he tells her as cheerfully as possibly, finding that making himself as non-scary as possible made that shadow ebb slightly, “you’re beautiful as always. How are you liking your lodging?” She hesitates, suddenly finding a smudge of dirt to wipe away on her pearl. “Fine,” her voice almost nonexistent. “Fine?” Mozai repeats, sitting himself down next to her. She doesn’t shy away. The risk he took with the deal for her is almost equal to the amount of risk she takes with him. The harmony of it all makes him smile. “…Too much white.” “Ah, of course, I’ll get Kiran to bring in some much more colorful silks and décor to liven the place up. Would you like that?” She just nods, causing the smile to fall from his face. “You came willingly, Heaven, I may have made a deal with your clan but you could have ran any time you wanted to. You didn’t.” “Could I have?” A slight scowl crosses Mozai’s face. “Yes. You could have.” Heaven turns away, stroking a clawed finger across the surprisingly solid skin (did that creature even have skin?) of her familiar. “I am not feeling well, Mozai,” she admits and Mozai relaxes his face, that is why she’s being abrasive. Simple and understandable enough. “Need I get a doctor, healer, mender, whatever you request-“ “No Mozai, I am sick for home. For my mother, for my father, for my siblings even if I didn’t even know how many I had.” Her voice is still soft, but succinct even turned away from him. “You lived in the dirt, in disgusting caves inhabited by other filthy creatures. Here you have luxuries unheard of by your clan, here you are kept beautiful and to your full potential. I cannot, in good conscience, ever let you leave and become what you were once more. Your family, they saw that.” It also helped that he offered her family regular food drops to combat the rampant starvation problem they had. Perhaps he should get on that, for Heaven’s sake. “I am not well, Mozai, please leave me before I dirty the floor and you.” Mozai cringed. “I’ll call for a doctor,” he assures her and, when he gets no answer, gets up to leave. On the way out he tells Kiran to order more colorful silks, and books while he was at it. Perhaps it would make her smile. Back at his office, he signed away another life, smiling a sharp-toothed grin. Everything was running smoothly. 
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