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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.33 m
Wingspan
8.43 m
Weight
571.05 kg
Genetics
Seafoam
Iridescent
Iridescent
Mulberry
Butterfly
Butterfly
Denim
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Sakkuare
"My reign begins in a sea of blood and tears."
New Leader
"My reign begins in a sea of blood and tears."
New Leader
The moment that Crixx fell, slain in battle, Sakkuare was the one to rise to power. He had just barely joined the growing fire clan when tragedy struck; a battle involving two other clans, one plague and one water. Most of the clan were killed or lost amid the chaos, and those who did survive had banded together in their ruined dens.
They'd found Winterbreath, gently cradling the dying Crixx, while a shaky Cupid tried to mend the old guardian's wounds. With his mate dead, and many of his clan gone, the old leader died, at sunrise, watched over by his faithful second in command, Cupid, and Sakkuare.
Everyone had expected Winterbreath to step forward, but his health problems....seeing an opportunity to gain exactly what he'd wanted for so long, Sakkuare snatched hold and quickly convinced the sickly imperial to let him become Crixx's successor. It had been difficult at first, as there were some who didn't trust the newcomer, especially those monstrous nomads and the rough and tough gladiator, Ruin, but with Winterbreath and Aeza backing him up, those suspicions died down.
He kept the last second in command close, though Disharmony has pretty much taken over in protecting and serving the new leader. The coatl has always been with Sakkuare, a faithful shadow stalking his every move, ready and willing to strike anyone who dares oppose him down.
Sakkuare, unlike his possibly deaf friend, hears the whispers, the rumors of what is between him and his guard. They would never guess, never know how much the younger dragon meant to him. No, he doubted they even thought the quiet coatl curled up in his nest was capable of feeling anything but contempt and bitterness.
Also, he doubted anyone would believe that Disharmony chose to wake his leader by licking his snout. That was so gross....though it never failed to immediately wake him from his slumber, no matter how deep....
Written by original owner, ShockBoo
WIP
Sakkuare had it all, he had power and a loyal second-in-command boot. Better yet no one questioned how he came to attain such power. They trusted him to take care of the clan, which he planned to do. He had been waiting for that moment for so long, the moment Crixx fell and he could take the lead, laying waste to any opposing clans and dominating in the wastelands. As far as he was concerned, with Disharmony at his side, no one could stop his clan.
At least, that's what he thought.
It was the smell of smoke that woke him that morning.
It was alarming, to say the least when his lair started to fill with smoke that smelt of burning hair and charred wood. Rushing out of his tent, he was met with a whirlwind of hot air as the dried leather and wood that made up the tents caught flame horrifyingly quickly.
As he stood there he wished, for a fleeting moment, that Crixx was there to tell him what to do. As infuriating as that old dragon was, they always seemed to know what to do. But Crixx was gone, and Sakkuare was in charge. Doing his best to keep his voice steady, he started barking orders to the panicking dragons around him. They couldn't salvage what was already ash, so their best bet was to make a break for it with whatever wasn't on fire and set up camp somewhere to rebuild their resources. As dragons around him finally gained a purpose and rushed off to save dwindling supplies from the raging fire, and for a moment he felt proud. Proud of his own accomplishments in the face of disaster, the idea that no matter what was thrown at him he'd be able to pick himself back up and shred the one who apposed him with sharpened talons.
Then the wind picked up.
Of course it did, the first time in his short life he finally gets what he wants and it's all stripped away. The fire roared with renewed energy and devoured the remaining tents, causing the dragons in the rush out in panic. He couldn't stop the fire, he couldn't save anything from its flames, even with all his experience in battle, it was the fire that he couldn't ever figure out.
Dragons panicked, and with the tents encircling them in a ring of fire as they burned, dragons took to the air. The air, volatile with heat, was a challenge to navigate as he and Disharmony took off. They had no choice but to flee, and in the confusion, lost their way in the featureless wastes of the place he called home. His entire clan got split up, he lost everything except Disharmony during their mad dash.
With a lack of direction, ....
At least, that's what he thought.
It was the smell of smoke that woke him that morning.
It was alarming, to say the least when his lair started to fill with smoke that smelt of burning hair and charred wood. Rushing out of his tent, he was met with a whirlwind of hot air as the dried leather and wood that made up the tents caught flame horrifyingly quickly.
As he stood there he wished, for a fleeting moment, that Crixx was there to tell him what to do. As infuriating as that old dragon was, they always seemed to know what to do. But Crixx was gone, and Sakkuare was in charge. Doing his best to keep his voice steady, he started barking orders to the panicking dragons around him. They couldn't salvage what was already ash, so their best bet was to make a break for it with whatever wasn't on fire and set up camp somewhere to rebuild their resources. As dragons around him finally gained a purpose and rushed off to save dwindling supplies from the raging fire, and for a moment he felt proud. Proud of his own accomplishments in the face of disaster, the idea that no matter what was thrown at him he'd be able to pick himself back up and shred the one who apposed him with sharpened talons.
Then the wind picked up.
Of course it did, the first time in his short life he finally gets what he wants and it's all stripped away. The fire roared with renewed energy and devoured the remaining tents, causing the dragons in the rush out in panic. He couldn't stop the fire, he couldn't save anything from its flames, even with all his experience in battle, it was the fire that he couldn't ever figure out.
Dragons panicked, and with the tents encircling them in a ring of fire as they burned, dragons took to the air. The air, volatile with heat, was a challenge to navigate as he and Disharmony took off. They had no choice but to flee, and in the confusion, lost their way in the featureless wastes of the place he called home. His entire clan got split up, he lost everything except Disharmony during their mad dash.
With a lack of direction, ....
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