Babylon
(#22545051)
Level 1 Guardian
Familiar
Crowned Roc
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Guardian
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
16.09 m
Wingspan
14.05 m
Weight
10887.56 kg
Genetics
Splash
Cherub
Cherub
Teal
Butterfly
Butterfly
Fire
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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I want more
"Don't ever look at me again."
"It's not over yet. It will never be over for anyone."
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Even when they eat, he will wait, wait for everyone to leave and then take his meal all by himself, so he can take the mask off without them seeing it. The result of his inanity. A strong dragon he had been, a future leader even: quick-witted, with good reflexes, a calm mind. His only sin had been his urge to strive for more, for greater things, to never be satisfied with whatever he currently had. Faster. He always needed to take the next step faster than the previous one. Claws hadn't been enough, he needed weapons. And when those weren't enough anymore, he longed for a way to improve further. The connection of weapon and mind, the ultimate tool to follow his self-proclaimed destiny. He waited in patience, but not patiently enough. The Night of the Nocturne approached, the night when all dark casted magic would become the strongest- but he couldn't wait for himself to actually learn how to use it, instead of being used by it. He did it! it lived! It lived, it was ready to aid him in shattering their enemies! It lived, it lived, it wasn't under control! It was more shock than pain that he felt when it sliced through his scales, opening the soft flesh of his face. Blood in his eyes, blood on his tongue, blood dripping from his head onto the floor, spreading his vulnerability and shame for everyone to see. His axe, turned against him, turned against everything he stood for, leaving him weak and deprived of his inner leader. Scars that would never heal, scars that would have to be covered forever, proof of too much pride. The same pride that made him keep the treacherous thing, all wrapped up, motionless, hidden in a magical sheath. One day, he would control it. One day, he would use it. That day was far, almost out of reach, but it was there, he knew it. And if the Mimic would ever dare to turn its blade against him again, it would shatter on his mask and turn back into the dead steel it had been all along, before a naive Nocturne had decided to grasp for more power than he could handle. ________________________________________ |
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I deserve more
"When great powers clash, that is the time of decisions."
"Scales and skin were not the only sacrifices I made to my own unreason."
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