Nightmare
(#23046811)
He/It
Familiar
Manticore's Might
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Energy: 46/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Coatl
This dragon is on a Coliseum team.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.43 m
Wingspan
9.33 m
Weight
929.81 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Speckle
Speckle
Obsidian
Seraph
Seraph
Obsidian
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Coatl
Max Level
STR
126
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
58
INT
5
VIT
11
MND
5
Biography
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xx NIGHTMARE SWARENA • SOLDIER TRAIT | TRAIT | TRAIT |
Did they tell you what the war was for? When you laid down your life for king and country, did they tell you why they called? Did you know why you were on the field, arrows and spears falling like rain around you? Or did you answer because you knew you had no choice? Did they come in the night, blackened armor like coal and shadows and drag you from your bed? Did they thrust you into a uniform that barely fit and call you a soldier? Did they even tell you how to wield the weapons they gave you?
How young were you when they called you to war? Did you have anyone you loved and left behind? Did they remember you when you never came home? Were you alone when you left?
Did you ever hear the name of the man who called you all to fight? Did the title of it stink like acid on your tongue as you begged for your life? Did you ever even see him? Did you know his cause? Would you have believed in it if you did? Would you have ever chosen this life?
They say that war is hell, but that's hardly enough to understand it. When blood falls like rain and feathers like snow and broken scales and broken bones lie scattered in mud-coated fields. Where you don't know the name of your company until you're forced to pick up a sword and take command of life and death. Where you fight alongside dragons who might as well be strangers yet are closer than family. Where every life means nothing to the ones that demand you give it up and everything to the ones you left behind.
There's a field somewhere in the world soaked through in lava and flame. Ravens buzz and caw, vultures swoop low over the skies, feather coated in ash and dust as they hunt. Coyotes prowl, bright eyes shining in the gloom, the looming dawn hanging low over the air casting its long shadows and red rays over coal and bone.
In the cold world of battle, of war and death and ruin, her touch can be so warm. Her eyes like wine against a black and grey carapace shine like glistening rubies from under her shadowed crest. When she touches you, your scales fade to darkness as your soul shifts into the shadows of night.
He wakes.
His scales are cold and his feathers fall around him. He was young when first he left for war and he is old now. Older then he imagined. He was a good soldier. A good warrior. He knew how to fight, how to survive, how to throw another man to the ground in front of him so he could gain those precious seconds left to run away.
War makes monsters of us all.
His feathers had started to grey. They will stay that way forever now. His corpse had started to decay and fester and now that he walks, he will always stay the way he was when he fell, alone on a field of grass he never learned the name of.
He wanders now. A simple-minded soldier turned to a simple-minded omen of death. He has no need to think, to breathe, to imagine. He is her herald. When she cannot strike her claws to flesh, it is his duty to do so in her stead.
If his family still lives, if there are any who could still remember the dragon he once was before his feathers turned to coal and shadows, if there are any who still mourn another name, they too have long been lost to a mind that has long gone cold and quiet.
Can you remember who you were? Would you want to? What did they make you? Why didn’t they tell you who to be? Can you be more than what they told you?
Did they tell you what the war was for?
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DESCRIPTION
Nightmare once went by a different name, one lost to time. In following the call of war, he sacrificed everything, his name, those he loved, every ounce of him that made him real and alive. In the war he was nothing more than the cog of a great machine with a singular duty to uphold, fight or die trying. Nowadays he can remember no other existence. Even under Cortez's guidance, ressurected from the dead to do her dark but gentle bidding, he feels nothing, thinks nothing, is nothing. He is a means to an end, the death that all mortals face. The end of the line. The nightmare that hunts in the shadows. In form, his scales are black and flaking, like ash and grit drip, drip, dripping to the ground. His feathers are torn, worn and old from both battle scars and age. He is caught in the midst of an aged greying, the just-past-middle-age time where your youth begins to slip away in favor of too many wrinkles and grey feathers falling out of molting season. Beyond his many battle scars -- no longer painful and no longer capable of being healed -- the skin around his head has worn and dropped away, revealing the skeletal structure beneath. On the back of his armor -- black like coal long since gone cold -- is the etching of a skull with curving horns and a rose blooming over one eye. |
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One of Cortez's Swarena, Nightmare is a shade of his former existence, a shadow who wanders the world to enact her domain on those still alive. It is a grim duty, but one we must all face inevitably, whether by his ice-frigid claws or hers. He shows little emotion and one must wonder whether he is still capable of feeling it at all. |
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