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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.5 m
Wingspan
6.3 m
Weight
488.71 kg
Genetics
Orca
Giraffe
Giraffe
Periwinkle
Facet
Facet
Steel
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Nocturne
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
    
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Satha
Disquieting undead mute. Satha awoke with no memories of a family, or clan, or even where he was from. He didn't have a name then, he had no voice or words with which to express his confusion. He had been brought back by a necromancer, to serve under them as an obedient thrall, but try as he might something nagged at him and kept him from serving them as the other wanted. A brand had been carved into his chest, and he knew it meant that his name was Satha, even though he could not recognize the language or tongue of his master. He knew it was cold, he trudged through the snow and pushed it off his shoulders as it piled on top of him, relentlessly falling from the dark foreboding skies. Satha could no longer feel the cold, even as it blackened his limbs with frostbite and made his horns crack and become brittle. Even the wounds that he assumed had killed him, gashes in his neck and across his mouth, did not cause him pain in this state. They bled black, but had ceased to do anything more than attract carrion feeders when the brief summers came as he traveled. When at last his master, Rosha, had settled, they found themselves in far warmer lands, increasingly twisted by arcane magic. Trees that glittered like starlight, ground as blackened as his skin, crystals that danced with light and above it all the fang-like spires of mountains. Everywhere he felt life and energy as if it pulsed under his scales ready to burst forth. Satha could taste it. Rosha thrived in it, insinuating himself into the Mage Core and temple they found in the territory of Weaver's Luck. Satha, however, wanted to bolt and stay clear of magics like his master's. He had a deep distrust for those that wielded it now but could not leave while Rosha still fed him the power that kept his body animated. Though without his master realizing it, Satha had begun pulling energy and life from their surroundings. Size: Small Length, Standard Wingspan, Light Weight, Big Wings, Normal Body.
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