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Lykan

(#27147087)

Level 1 Bogsneak

Burbles

Red-Footed Akirbeak

Energy: 44/50

Personal Style

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Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.77 m

Wingspan

7.09 m

Weight

1003.57 kg

Genetics

Lead
Skink

Saffron
Stripes

Lead
Thylacine

Hatchday

Sep 22, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Bogsneak

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 1 Bogsneak

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

Lykan

The Oddity

B I O G R A P H Y

As the setting sun beats down on hard rock below, a magnificent green bird beats her wings to the rhythm of the wind, her talons tightly clinging to a rough and scaly egg. She lets out a triumphant cry as she gently drops the egg in her nest, small spurts of fire flooding from her crimson beak. When the moon finally rises, she settles over her catch and sleeps, awaiting either morning or hatching- whichever may come first.

Days pass as the feathered creature collects food in preparation of the big hatch, though not a single crack yet graces the shell. She knows it'll be soon, though, so she does all she can to get the nest ready. After all, a newly hatched dragon must eat something, lest they snack on the nearest beast in sight.

Finally, after two months, the shell breaks to pieces as a chubby young hatchling claws his way out. He stretches his neck to its full length and flicks his tongue, tasting the air for the first time. He tilts his head and looks at the bird.

"Brr... Burbles? Flubuhburkeh? Burbleh."

"Oh goodness gracious, you are so cute! Are you trying to say bird?"

"Burbleurble!!"

The Bogsneak waddles over to his pseudo mother on untrained legs. His head darts to the left, catching sight of the food store, and he digs right in, feasting on berries and fruits galore.

B I O G R A P H Y

A few years later...

"Are you sure about this, Fenn? Once you do this, there's no going back."

Bleak ashen fields surround a group of quiet dragons, dust shifting slowly in the wind as they work with pained faces, preparing a ritual between them. The young bogsneak being questioned solemnly nods his head, remembering the horrors he'd been through in the last few days. His mother was stolen from him, and he would get her back no matter what- even if it meant something so drastic as this.

"Thank you for helping me, Mathis. I never wanted to put you through this, I'm sorry. Just.... don't look if you feel like you can't."

Mathis, a slightly older spiral with crimson scales, winces. He bumps heads with his friend, and holds there for a moment before Fenn gives a gentle smile and breaks away to climb on the table. The other dragons around him gather various tools and straps, carefully chaining Fenn to the platform at his own request. They were trying something ancient and volatile, but it was the only thing that would allow him to reach the place where his mother was taken. Mathis twisted his body in knots with fearful anticipation, while the largest dragon there, a ridgeback covered in scars, began to speak words from the ruined texts in his hand.

Fenn gritted his teeth as wisps of smoke began to surround him, slowly at first but steady and growing thicker with each passing moment. It wasn't long before his body was covered completely, and his shrill scream was cut short. Too late to stop now. The ridgeback continued until the smoke threatened to snuff out his own breath, and he quickly went through the last phrases before fleeing from the circle along with the rest of the group. Blackened fog spread outward and upward, blotting out the sun from view, casting a bloody glow on the area. Silence persisted for what felt like an eternity. Mathis choked on the smoke, coughing- but his worry got the best of him, and despite protests from the others, he returned to try and find Fenn in the darkness.

-Math... is.....-

The sound came from everywhere, resounding in Mathis' head and striking terror in his heart. It was his friend, for sure, but it was broken, rasping. Three piercing red lights appeared in the smog... The tense air seemed to crackle with energy, and a shape formed in front of Mathis, massive and horrific. The table was in pieces, scales littered the ash, smoldering embers lit shredded papers in every direction- and standing in the midst of it all was what used to be Fenn. Mathis cowered, his head low to the ground, before a monster he didn't recognize- simultaneously a dragon, wolf, boar and serpent that seemed to be burning from the inside out.

-It's.... okay. It's done. I'll be.... okay.-

The beast collapses as the last of the smoke clears, and Mathis motions for the rest of the group to pick Fenn up and take him somewhere safe for the time being. Mathis' heart pounds at the sight of this broken form, but he holds it together just enough to get moving- he'll be fine. He's still your friend. He just... looks different now.

Bio template by @Mibella, find it here.

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(By taat60 #110175)

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