Ravager
(#27379826)
Level 1 Nocturne
Familiar
Enduring Goblin
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Energy: 0
out of
50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.64 m
Wingspan
5.73 m
Weight
573.38 kg
Genetics
Blood
Speckle
Speckle
Maroon
Freckle
Freckle
Blood
Crackle
Crackle
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
(PG13: Possible trigger warning: Blood/Gore/Implied violence)
Everything is wrong, nothing is right.
There's just skin and bones now. A shell. A vessel to house the never ending hunger and need to eat. To feast. To gorge. Feet shuffle, stumble, scuffle along the ground with the tail dragging behind. Eyes no longer truly see, and yet they somehow latch onto movement, to color, to life. Life. It has none, but it craves it. As if by devouring life of another will somehow infuse its empty being with feeling, with meaning, with something.
With anything.
Something moves. It darts away, but the sight was seen, and attention was snared. It's hard to roar when one's jaw is slack and drool continually slips free. It still has teeth though, rotting, blackened, but razor sharp all the same. Teeth and talons. It can still use these things, not because it remembers what they are for, but because instinct drives it. The muscles remember, the brain does not.
Life is faded, unjust. It's nothing more than an old crumpled up paper of a memory tossed about in the wind along a deserted street. The feet continue to walk, the wings continue to twitch, and it continues to feed wherever possible. The moment it can sink its teeth into something warm, fresh, alive, it can feel again. It can, for the briefest of moments, catch a tiny spark of life.
It wriggles maggot-like, eating through flesh and sinew. There's a flash behind the unseeing shutters over its eyes, a glimpse of what it used to be. A father, a mother, a son, a daughter, something alive and worthy. Even though the spark is fleeting, ebbing away before the heart stops beating and the blood stops blowing, it's enough. Enough to keep the feet moving, the wings twitching. Shuffling, stumbling, scuffling along the ground, waiting for another movement to catch its eye, a chance at another piece of life it can never truly have again.
In those brief moments, it's more than skin and bones.
Everything is right, nothing is wrong.
You're the 'lucky' recipient of a zombie (RP) dragon. If you choose to play along, you must 'spread' the zombie infestation by breeding the dragon once, and then passing it onto another lair. Add your FR Name and Lair ID to the list below, and have fun with your zombie clutch. You may use the description above, as long as you include the trigger warning at the top. If you choose not to play along, please return the dragon to the Lair of Origin so the zombie infestation may continue to thrive.
Lair of Origin: SakemeRoze #90311
Clans infected: DragonofMind #158868 (Lair of Dragon's Origin),
2016 Forum: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drt/1912176
Story by: PashaDreaming #66561
Everything is wrong, nothing is right.
There's just skin and bones now. A shell. A vessel to house the never ending hunger and need to eat. To feast. To gorge. Feet shuffle, stumble, scuffle along the ground with the tail dragging behind. Eyes no longer truly see, and yet they somehow latch onto movement, to color, to life. Life. It has none, but it craves it. As if by devouring life of another will somehow infuse its empty being with feeling, with meaning, with something.
With anything.
Something moves. It darts away, but the sight was seen, and attention was snared. It's hard to roar when one's jaw is slack and drool continually slips free. It still has teeth though, rotting, blackened, but razor sharp all the same. Teeth and talons. It can still use these things, not because it remembers what they are for, but because instinct drives it. The muscles remember, the brain does not.
Life is faded, unjust. It's nothing more than an old crumpled up paper of a memory tossed about in the wind along a deserted street. The feet continue to walk, the wings continue to twitch, and it continues to feed wherever possible. The moment it can sink its teeth into something warm, fresh, alive, it can feel again. It can, for the briefest of moments, catch a tiny spark of life.
It wriggles maggot-like, eating through flesh and sinew. There's a flash behind the unseeing shutters over its eyes, a glimpse of what it used to be. A father, a mother, a son, a daughter, something alive and worthy. Even though the spark is fleeting, ebbing away before the heart stops beating and the blood stops blowing, it's enough. Enough to keep the feet moving, the wings twitching. Shuffling, stumbling, scuffling along the ground, waiting for another movement to catch its eye, a chance at another piece of life it can never truly have again.
In those brief moments, it's more than skin and bones.
Everything is right, nothing is wrong.
You're the 'lucky' recipient of a zombie (RP) dragon. If you choose to play along, you must 'spread' the zombie infestation by breeding the dragon once, and then passing it onto another lair. Add your FR Name and Lair ID to the list below, and have fun with your zombie clutch. You may use the description above, as long as you include the trigger warning at the top. If you choose not to play along, please return the dragon to the Lair of Origin so the zombie infestation may continue to thrive.
Lair of Origin: SakemeRoze #90311
Clans infected: DragonofMind #158868 (Lair of Dragon's Origin),
2016 Forum: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drt/1912176
Story by: PashaDreaming #66561
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This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
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Exalting Ravager to the service of the Lightweaver will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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