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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
21.13 m
Wingspan
16.38 m
Weight
8571.47 kg
Genetics
Black
Falcon
Falcon
Soil
Daub
Daub
Slate
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Ridgeback
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
9
DEF
8
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
10
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
BUZZARD
When the wasteland wars were at their height, Buzzard was born. Brutality became her first language, and it was all that was understood by those she met day to day. From a young age, she was in the company of reavers and warlords who fought for territory in the ever-shifting fire lands. Her residence at the summit of warmachines is no coincidence, either.
When Buzzard died at her own hand against a smaller clan's war party, she was happy. She was awaited, after all. The sweltering heat of hard basalt beneath her was soothing and filled her with peace while chemical fire chased her soul to the heavens, but the blurry visage of a lich doctor would prove to be much worse than an explosive spear tearing through the chest.
Buzzard only operates under the cover of night. She doesn't care much for the holy war machines, and instead is more in-tuned with the land: preferring to move as one with the black sand and make her offerings to it with countless battles, now that she's been emboldened with the blood-stirring power of the V8.
"The Blacksands are thirsty, I shall let them drink your blood!"
When the wasteland wars were at their height, Buzzard was born. Brutality became her first language, and it was all that was understood by those she met day to day. From a young age, she was in the company of reavers and warlords who fought for territory in the ever-shifting fire lands. Her residence at the summit of warmachines is no coincidence, either.
When Buzzard died at her own hand against a smaller clan's war party, she was happy. She was awaited, after all. The sweltering heat of hard basalt beneath her was soothing and filled her with peace while chemical fire chased her soul to the heavens, but the blurry visage of a lich doctor would prove to be much worse than an explosive spear tearing through the chest.
Buzzard only operates under the cover of night. She doesn't care much for the holy war machines, and instead is more in-tuned with the land: preferring to move as one with the black sand and make her offerings to it with countless battles, now that she's been emboldened with the blood-stirring power of the V8.
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
Feed this dragon Seafood.
This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
Exalting Buzzard to the service of the Flamecaller will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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