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Anduin

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Level 1 Pearlcatcher

Velen

Luminous Ambassador

Energy: 50/50

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Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

7.67 m

Wingspan

5.24 m

Weight

357.75 kg

Genetics

Antique
Basic

Yellow
Basic

Maize
Basic

Hatchday

Jun 08, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Pearlcatcher

Eye Type

Lightning
Common

Level 1 Pearlcatcher

EXP: 0 / 245

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Offspring

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Biography

Anduin Wrynn

The Young King

______''A king is only as noble as the causes he serves.''

His breathing is ragged as he runs, his bright blue eyes saucer-wide and terrified. Darting and weaving through grasping talons, snapping teeth, viciously hostile soulless eyes of enemies, his only thoughts are run, run, flee like the child you are. His paws scrabble over tainted, burning ground; his claws sink into lifeless flesh and scales as he clambers over slain companions, slaughtered friends.

The coppery smell of blood is thick in the air, choking his lungs as he urges his limbs to continue. He had to move, and quickly; he was the primary target on the battlefield now, surrounded on all sides by demons hellbent on cleaving him in two. There was no sweeter prize than the head of the Boy King of Stormwind, after all. But none of that mattered in Anduin's mind -- he was more worried about reaching the dragon screeching in pain far in the distance than his own safety. He couldn't let him just die. He didn't want anyone to die for him, and yet there were dragons falling in droves on the battlefield around him, their howls and cries haunting his consciousness.

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His clothes are filthy by that point, his royal regalia splattered with mud, gore and blood; some of it is his own, from inconsequential scratches and bites, but most of it is not: a Tundra he'd become friends with during the whole campaign had gotten eviscerated after leaping in front of the blade that had been aimed for Anduin's own heart. He hadn't the time to mourn his lost friend, nor cry out their name -- the bloodied blade had come for him immediately afterwards and he'd bolted so he wasn't skewered. His heart was beating a tattoo against his chest in-time with his own thoughts. Coward, coward, coward.

The longer he ran, the further he felt that he was from the screaming that was tearing at his heart. Suddenly, he felt a clawed hand wrap around his tail and yank him back. Anduin squawked in surprise, but then the cold deluge of fear drowned him as he realized his current situation. Writhing around, he tried to get a good angle to call upon his Light magic to strike the demon that had a hold of him, but the monster only cackled and dodged out of his line of sight every time he twisted to and fro.

The fear quickly turned into dread when he realized he was trapped and now rendered helpless. Useless. The Pearlcatcher swallowed around the lump of horror lodged in his throat and met the screams of the dragon in the distance with one of his equally terrified own. "Wrathion!"

Anduin's eyes snapped open and he bolted into a half-upright position on his bedding, heart thudding a bruise against his ribcage. His back legs scrambled to gain purchase on the cushions and pillows underneath him, but a sudden, warm blanketing weight kept him from launching from the nest; a wing, his mind supplied. "Anduin," the groggy, sleep-heavy voice rumbled from his side and the Pearlcatcher had to squeeze his eyes shut to keep from choking. Hearing the other's voice -- sleepy and not crying out in agony -- was a blessing in its own way. "What's the matter? Don't say 'nothing,' you're obviously distressed."

A hysteric laugh very nearly bubbled out of his throat at those words -- he had indeed been about to tell the other dragon that it was simply nothing. "Just another nightmare is all. Go back to sleep, Theo, I'll be alright," Anduin mumbled, turning his head to nuzzle the side of the Imperial's, ignoring the indignant grumbling from the obsidian-colored male at both the ridiculous nickname and the small show of affection. One crimson-colored eye opened, fixing itself on Anduin's haggard appearance with a look of disbelief.

"You kept whimpering my name. You sounded distraught with fear," Wrathion stated simply, those words enough to chill the Pearlcatcher's blood into ice.

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