Bashok
(#27715975)
Portobello Bianco
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
24.76 m
Wingspan
14.65 m
Weight
5931.61 kg
Genetics
Swamp
Poison
Poison
Maroon
Current
Current
Spring
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 5 Imperial
EXP: 376 / 5545
STR
17
AGI
10
DEF
10
QCK
7
INT
11
VIT
11
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
 ✧ B A S H O K ✧
the destroyer
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" hello little moth" Eerie flame crackled across his claw-tips. If anyone had been watching, they’d have seen his lips split in a tooth-filled grin. Flickering across filed canines, the red firelight looked like blood. Like his anger, the licking flames were uncontrollable. Sometimes fire ebbed from his eyes or crackled through his mane. Now, he hoped the star-studded night was bright enough to hide the fire, but dark enough to hide his form. I’ve been waiting for this. Bashok, destroyer, crouched on the other side of the Warren’s bone-thorned bridge. He was waiting for the watchman, high in his tower across the way, to bend his head forward for a snooze. Bashok’s sharp eyes caught the swaying of the watchman. His own inner voice whispered a lullaby: sleep, sleep…you won’t be getting much rest soon. The watchman dozed off. Bashok sprang forward. He cleared the bridge with a single leap, puffing up dust and moss on the other side. A few faint embers caught in his mane, then went out. He lifted his nose, scenting the night air. Smothered camp fires, remnants of dinners, mulled wine, spiced ale — Then: her. Ashabellenar’s scent wafted toward him. Crushed lavender punctuated by juniper berries. Unmistakable. Grinning — points of fire burning in his canines — he set off into the night, to find her. ~*~ Bashok blew into the Warren like a dark wind. Unsure of how much truth he spoke, the Warren-dwellers gave the Plague dragon a wide berth. His smoky scent, his blood-colored gaze, his crackling mane, and his laughing looks quickly lost him favor among the more peaceful denizens. Still, he ignored them, hunting for his sister. But if a dragon does not want to be found in the Warrens, they won’t be. Not until they’re ready. Ashabellanar has been taking full advantage of the strange interplay between light and dark here, using her shapeshifting magic to keep her brother off the trail. Sometimes Bashok sees the strangest things, like the flash of red hair among the forest…or ruby eyes peering back at him from the shade. He waits, knowing that she can’t ignore him forever. By caelyn he is cunning, ambitious, callous, hedonistic and a smooth-talker •he comes from a line of dragons who ruthlessly took power. •educated in blood magic like his parents, uses his gifts to sway "fate" in his favor. •he came to my clan after it was whispered his traitor/runaway of a sister may be found here |
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