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Whiplash

(#23467536)

Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Peacock Scorpion

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.68 m

Wingspan

4.47 m

Weight

628.43 kg

Genetics

Aqua
Skink

Caribbean
Myrid

Ice
Smoke

Hatchday

May 07, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Lightning
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

______________Adalwolf______________

(Con) Artist

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002 CSY
The Year of the Pack
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B I O G R A P H Y

"Lying, stealing, and cheating are commonplace."~Joseph B. Wirthlin

______ Summer. Not a sound crosses through the humid, heavy night air but the chirping of crickets. A stipling of dark clouds can be seen by the light of the moon, heralding a storm from the south. Adalwolf walked alone in the quiet of night, a scorned, exiled mirror with no relations or assets but the brain in his head and the aces up his sleeve. He had been circumventing the maelstrom for days, scavenging from what little destruction it left behind. Thinking silently to himself of his happy, formative years, he transcended his aching talons and quivering muscles, his loneliness and paralyzing fears. The broken dragon hadn't always lived a life of crime and cunning.

______ Once, he had been loved, a valued hatchling of his pack. Fed and well rested, the young Adalwolf had not a worry or care but to play with his numerous siblings. Never lonely, he awoke to the sound of laughter, and at night he dozed off to the dull drone of domestic chatter. For many years, this happy cycle continued; until the day marking his adulthood in the clan- Manntag. On the eve of this tradition, Adalwolf had chosen the noble profession of alchemy for his future vocation, and was this granted a mate and a small section of lair by the clan leader. All would seem well, but the passionate young dragoness gifted to Adalwolf, Blitzi, was madly in love with another. Adalwolf was deeply injured, but labored extensively to preserve the union; however, he could not fend off the creeping suspicion that his mate wasn't being completely faithful. When his terrible thoughts were proven true, he finally succumbed to his anger and pain, being driven into a temporary madness. That night, he vowed to destroy both his mate and that whom she loved, resenting the time he wasted on her.

The regretted events of that evening recounted themselves through the restless mind of Adalwolf as he trudged through the shifting expanse. A dull, organic thud drew him from his nightmare-like memories, and he surveyed the area in search of its source. Distracted by his maddening frustrations of the past, he had failed to notice the shrouded figure of a dragon, who appeared to be resting on the chilling sands of the now-nocturnal expanse. On closer inspection, it became apparent that it was a she, a female guardian, now sleeping soundly under the watchful guard of the moon. He smiled coyly to himself, noting a bulging bag of treasure tied to her haunches. After what had occurred with his past mate, Adalwolf promised himself that he wouldn't be denied that which he so desired- in this instance, a burlap sack containing numerous riches.

Pondering about the specifics of attaining the object of his lusting, Adalwolf sat dangerously close to the strange dragon, noting the secureness of the knot fastening the satchel. He looked the enigmatic dragoness over, deducing that she must be a warrior of some sort, as her tough blue skin was beaten to appear almost like a faded patch of denim. she carried little with her, it so appeared, but her satchel of funds, the leather of which was emblazoned with the initials CS. Finally, his plan was formulated. The money beared not a chance of remaining with its rightful owner, he fancied, quietly preparing his necessary materials. As he began carefully untying the cord from the young warrior's leg with a widget of his own design, a firm grasp held his wrist, preventing him from fleeing. Before he could comprehend what was occurring, an exact duplicate of the dragon he was attempting to pillage made herself apparent, congratulating Adalwolf on his 'authenticity, creativity, and innovative spirit.' Realizing that the slumbering dragon was but an intricate dummy, he began to balk at his own frailty, though his newfound ally (?) seemed to be much more enamored with his complimentary characteristics.

The clever dragoness introduced herself as Gestalta with such spirit and gusto that Adalwolf no longer lusted after her money, but rather the dragon herself; thus, it came as no surprise that when Gestalta extended an invitation for him to join her newly founded clan, he readily accepted. His new pack was awaiting.

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