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Nominosukune

(#24311386)

Level 14 Obelisk

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

14.48 m

Wingspan

16.99 m

Weight

6234.25 kg

Genetics

Beige
Python

Platinum
Morph

Sky
Runes

Hatchday

Jun 08, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Obelisk

Eye Type

Fire
Common

Level 14 Obelisk

EXP: 15018 / 54161

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

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Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Nominosukune
Japanese God of wrestling.

Competitor
Fun-loving || Jolly || Fearless

Beyond the rise, the sun had barely begun to stretch into the clouds, sending deep shadows through the tangled grove. The morning dew turned the brambles and briars into glittering chandeliers, disturbed by flitting birds and the soft wings of early-rising butterflies. Nominosukune dipped his head to survey the course, eyes glinting like tigers-eyes in the dawn light. Their path followed the treeline up onto the ridge then led along a fast-flowing stream towards the coast. They would finish beyond the Driftwood Drag, just as the sun rose in earnest to illuminate all of the Shadowrealm.

He had trained for this. He had worked his body past its breaking point, every morning and night. His hunting had become preparation; he pitted himself against anything he could, even diving down to fight against the tides and the Strikers beneath the waves. He could outstrip the fastest hummingbird, catch any fleeing wasp without exerting himself. But always, the other had followed; keeping a close watch, monitoring his regimen, preparing in all the same ways.

It made this all the more important.

With a lazy yawn, he stretched his wings broadly, the tips grazing the tangled low-hanging branches above. His opponent stretched too, and the Nocturnes regarded one another for a moment, jaws set in determination, claws tightening on the splintered logs underfoot. Then, as if in response to some silent signal, they both rocketed upwards to begin the race.

The world shot down as he rose higher and higher, caught in an updraft and exulting in the sudden rush of the wind. He snapped at a passing cicada, teeth flashing, then flexed his wings and twisted into a javelin-like dive. His belly skimmed the thorns of the grove before he rose once more to cruising height, focused now on the race ahead.

Every muscle and sinew in his body seemed to sing as he soared, gathering speed in the face of the salt-tinged breeze. Pulling his limbs tight to his body, he allowed himself a roll, even though he lost speed, revelling in the sheer joy of flight. As he careered through the air, he caught sight of his competitor gliding smoothly far below him. At this distance, the other dragon was little more than a dark blur on the landscape, flickering above the grove like a dart. Just ahead of him.

With that realisation, Nominosukune spread his claws and urged himself forward, stretching out his tail and pulling up his hind legs even tighter. His eyes narrowed as he drew his wings back, pressing the air behind him until his shoulders burned. The earth rose ahead of him, knife-sharp and shadowed, so he shifted and turned, tail whipping sideways and grazing the rocky outcrop.

His opponent, closer now but still little more than an inkblot against the ground, remained ahead, though the gap was closing.

In the moment, all he wanted was to win. Every part of him, every neuron and synapse, every bone and ligament, craved the victory. It kept him stubbornly trying, pushing, exceeding his limits despite the odds. The world could be against him, and still he would strive to succeed. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, lighting his blood on fire. It seared his throat as if he had swallowed hot liquid, and he spared a moment to throw open his jaws and let out a piercing shriek; half thrilled laughter, half fierce battle-cry.

It occurred to him then, as he spared another glance downward at his silent nemesis, that he would lose. The thought spurred him on while his cry echoed around the valley, sending insects and rodents skittering through the undergrowth. Frightened birds exploded upward in a shower of foliage, and he paused in his flight to twist among them, snapping and clawing in delight.

Above the world, only the race mattered. Only the competition. The stream lay ahead, a shining snake winding out towards the vast expanse of the sea, and he would reach it. No matter what.

The Nocturne burst forward, leaving startled birds and tattered feathers in his wake, shooting like a star towards his target. His competitor matched his speed, drifting in and out of his sight as the sun climbed higher, dazzling him as its rays crept inexorably toward the sea.

As the delta opened out before him, he caught sight of others beginning to stir. Life awoke from the trees and brambles, breathing in the dawn air. Dragons fished in the stream or stalked prey through the grove, some craning their necks to watch his swift passage. The end was in sight: the sea was their agreed finishing point, and now the dawn had truly broken. A dancing lightshow on the grey-black waves met them as they descended, ever faster, in the final sprint.

He was a comet; a star thrown from the sky, trailing fire and dust and spiralling through nothingness. All thoughts had been replaced by effort, screaming through his muscles to push him on and on.

Neck and neck, they reached the shore; his claws tore at the sand as he forced himself onwards, his breath tearing at his lungs in ragged gasps, until finally, in an explosion of salt-water and seaweed, they crashed into the oncoming waves.

A musical, glittering laugh reached him from somewhere close by.

“Admirable effort, my love,” sang his mate, perched on a rocky ledge, basking in the light of the new day. “But I think it just got the better of you.”

His shadow danced on the rippling tide, sparkling with foam. Nominosukune looked at it –his foe, his conqueror—with a rueful grin, then turned to Amaterasu.

“As always,” he shrugged, then rose up to join her, spreading his wings to dry them in the warmth of the morning.

Bio Written by zippystardust(#262049)

Relationships

Amaterasu
Mate

Relationships Written by blackflamewolf(#15007)

Other / Art

Quote by Flygo72(281911)
Fatigue makes cowards of us all. Sometimes you win, sometimes you learn.
Look in the mirror; that’s your competition.
When you go the extra mile, it’s never crowded.

Code Written by Noctiferous(#175953)

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