Rivoire
(#32357617)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Strawberry Noggle
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.28 m
Wingspan
4.67 m
Weight
558.76 kg
Genetics
Pearl
Iridescent
Iridescent
Watermelon
Shimmer
Shimmer
Pink
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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RIVOIRE Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause |
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PERSONALITY: he's a huge show-off. has seemingly endless of pride for his fighting abilities but somehow even more pride in his appearance rivoire is a talented and beloved knight, who flirts more than actually fighting. he's a literal glass cannon- high damage but will easily shatter. also v gay |
  STR ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INT ✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ AGI ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ CHA ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ VIT ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ |
“Rivoire! Rivoire!” A voice yelped, and the knight sat up from where he was.
He had been admiring himself in the jade-adorned mirror, that sat on the wall of his room. He had always been quite prideful of his appearance, and he liked to show them off. In fact, he liked to show anything off. His new decoration for his room, his new silks… He was a show off if you’ve ever seen one.
But now he was alert. The voice hadn’t sounded casual, or relaxed. It had rung out in a frightened fashion, and the dragon who had called him sounded to be in trouble.
A moment later, a coatl flew into his room. He didn’t pay much attention to the dragon’s looks, but the dragon was definitely a male and pink-ish. A smirk formed on Rivoire’s face briefly. Maybe he’d romance this one a little bit.
“We’re under attack! There’s a group of raiders near our hoard! We need you to-”
“Okay, I get it,” the wildclaw shrugged off his silks and his rings and put on some more protective items of clothing. He shoved on firm, almost armor-like helmet that protected his face and neck, and he put on a metal chestplate that was made specifically for him.
“Don’t be afraid, by the way,” he told the coatl, who had watched him dress. “It will all be fine once they leave.” He had traces of flirtatiousness in his tone.
The coatl murmured, “Yes, Rivoire…” The dragon blinked and trailed after Rivoire, who had sprinted out of the room. He seemed to be a little woozy, as if he had given into the subtle flirting. The coatl shook his head and followed Rivoire in a more alive fashion, working swiftly to catch up.
Deciding to use a flying tactic, he flew up into the sky and viewed the world below him. He spotted the hoard a bit away and he began to fly towards it, his wings working swiftly.
He spotted a few dragons who were surrounding the hoard and they definitely did not look like those of his Clan. He knew he had to get them away. Surely there would be other dragons from his Clan that would help him get them away? He wouldn’t be able to do this alone.
He was a well-known knight in his Clan, and many dragons adored him for this. However, he was much more self-centered and lazy than most of the dragons knew, and he preferred to keep it this way. He would rather spoil himself to no end - getting jewels constantly, new items of clothing, and fancy new decorations - rather than fighting. He would also rather show off his skills, but not in the heat of a moment, to males. It was to slyly flirt with them.
He decided he’d knock the dragons over and attempt to kick them away, as he hovered over the hoard. The wildclaw supposed they were just here to raid, and perhaps he could easily shove them away. He doubted they had much skills in fighting, so this would be easy to please the crowd.
Yes, there was a crowd. There was always bystanders, watching Rivoire fight against the other Clans. It put quite a bit of pressure on him, for he knew if he made one wrong move, he’d be killed. He used a lot of swiftness to win his battles, although he was quite strong. He could easily claw a dragon with extreme strength and fly up.
He closed his eyes, and opened them a moment later.
The wildclaw swooped down, and he felt his armor jingle. The dragons who were raiding looked up, and they growled at him.
He used his wing to knock one down, and he scored his claws down the dragon’s belly. An ear-shattering howl distracted him for a second, but Rivoire knew he had to keep it together. Whipping around, he bared his teeth at a guardian that came running at him.
Soaring quickly into the sky to avoid a chomp on his tail, he dove down on one of the raiders, who happened to be a female wildclaw. He pushed her firmly against the ground, swiftly biting her neck and slashing her back before kicking away a dragon behind him.
He leaped off her, and he felt claws scrape his armor.
“Nice try,” he murmured to himself.
Quickly taking in his surroundings, he noticed there was quite the crowd. There wasn’t usually as many dragons mobbing a fight. A lot of females were intently watching Rivoire’s every move. He shook his head, smiling to himself, as he watched the coatl from before shove his way to the front.
And then he realized he was the only one fighting. They thought he could take care of these raiders since he was such a revered fighter. He sighed.
He noticed there was a wall nearby him, too. Recalling a move he’d learned, he closed his eyes briefly.
With extreme speed, he leaped onto the wall, and then jumped off of it, onto one of the main raiders. Pinning the male imperial down, he snarled and bit into his neck. Slashing his claws across his back, he quickly flew into the sky, breathing heavily.
He watched as the raiders dashed off, terrified of what the powerful wildclaw would do to them next.
Exhausted, he knew he couldn’t keep himself up in the sky for much longer. He fell a moment later, dust clouding around him. He had several bleeding cuts on his wings, but besides a few others, he was okay. Just very, very tired.
A moment later he knew he was being surrounded by dragons, all of which were afraid to talk to him. They knew he was injured, but they thought he was almost dead. He had just fell from the sky.
“Rivoire!” “Rivoire?” “Are you okay?” “He’s hurt!” “The dust is in the way!” “Rivoire!” The voices seemed to crowd all around him, filling in empty spaces and shoving itself into his mind.
He shoved some of the dragons away, staggering up. “I’m fine,” he breathed.
They cheered.
He had been admiring himself in the jade-adorned mirror, that sat on the wall of his room. He had always been quite prideful of his appearance, and he liked to show them off. In fact, he liked to show anything off. His new decoration for his room, his new silks… He was a show off if you’ve ever seen one.
But now he was alert. The voice hadn’t sounded casual, or relaxed. It had rung out in a frightened fashion, and the dragon who had called him sounded to be in trouble.
A moment later, a coatl flew into his room. He didn’t pay much attention to the dragon’s looks, but the dragon was definitely a male and pink-ish. A smirk formed on Rivoire’s face briefly. Maybe he’d romance this one a little bit.
“We’re under attack! There’s a group of raiders near our hoard! We need you to-”
“Okay, I get it,” the wildclaw shrugged off his silks and his rings and put on some more protective items of clothing. He shoved on firm, almost armor-like helmet that protected his face and neck, and he put on a metal chestplate that was made specifically for him.
“Don’t be afraid, by the way,” he told the coatl, who had watched him dress. “It will all be fine once they leave.” He had traces of flirtatiousness in his tone.
The coatl murmured, “Yes, Rivoire…” The dragon blinked and trailed after Rivoire, who had sprinted out of the room. He seemed to be a little woozy, as if he had given into the subtle flirting. The coatl shook his head and followed Rivoire in a more alive fashion, working swiftly to catch up.
Deciding to use a flying tactic, he flew up into the sky and viewed the world below him. He spotted the hoard a bit away and he began to fly towards it, his wings working swiftly.
He spotted a few dragons who were surrounding the hoard and they definitely did not look like those of his Clan. He knew he had to get them away. Surely there would be other dragons from his Clan that would help him get them away? He wouldn’t be able to do this alone.
He was a well-known knight in his Clan, and many dragons adored him for this. However, he was much more self-centered and lazy than most of the dragons knew, and he preferred to keep it this way. He would rather spoil himself to no end - getting jewels constantly, new items of clothing, and fancy new decorations - rather than fighting. He would also rather show off his skills, but not in the heat of a moment, to males. It was to slyly flirt with them.
He decided he’d knock the dragons over and attempt to kick them away, as he hovered over the hoard. The wildclaw supposed they were just here to raid, and perhaps he could easily shove them away. He doubted they had much skills in fighting, so this would be easy to please the crowd.
Yes, there was a crowd. There was always bystanders, watching Rivoire fight against the other Clans. It put quite a bit of pressure on him, for he knew if he made one wrong move, he’d be killed. He used a lot of swiftness to win his battles, although he was quite strong. He could easily claw a dragon with extreme strength and fly up.
He closed his eyes, and opened them a moment later.
The wildclaw swooped down, and he felt his armor jingle. The dragons who were raiding looked up, and they growled at him.
He used his wing to knock one down, and he scored his claws down the dragon’s belly. An ear-shattering howl distracted him for a second, but Rivoire knew he had to keep it together. Whipping around, he bared his teeth at a guardian that came running at him.
Soaring quickly into the sky to avoid a chomp on his tail, he dove down on one of the raiders, who happened to be a female wildclaw. He pushed her firmly against the ground, swiftly biting her neck and slashing her back before kicking away a dragon behind him.
He leaped off her, and he felt claws scrape his armor.
“Nice try,” he murmured to himself.
Quickly taking in his surroundings, he noticed there was quite the crowd. There wasn’t usually as many dragons mobbing a fight. A lot of females were intently watching Rivoire’s every move. He shook his head, smiling to himself, as he watched the coatl from before shove his way to the front.
And then he realized he was the only one fighting. They thought he could take care of these raiders since he was such a revered fighter. He sighed.
He noticed there was a wall nearby him, too. Recalling a move he’d learned, he closed his eyes briefly.
With extreme speed, he leaped onto the wall, and then jumped off of it, onto one of the main raiders. Pinning the male imperial down, he snarled and bit into his neck. Slashing his claws across his back, he quickly flew into the sky, breathing heavily.
He watched as the raiders dashed off, terrified of what the powerful wildclaw would do to them next.
Exhausted, he knew he couldn’t keep himself up in the sky for much longer. He fell a moment later, dust clouding around him. He had several bleeding cuts on his wings, but besides a few others, he was okay. Just very, very tired.
A moment later he knew he was being surrounded by dragons, all of which were afraid to talk to him. They knew he was injured, but they thought he was almost dead. He had just fell from the sky.
“Rivoire!” “Rivoire?” “Are you okay?” “He’s hurt!” “The dust is in the way!” “Rivoire!” The voices seemed to crowd all around him, filling in empty spaces and shoving itself into his mind.
He shoved some of the dragons away, staggering up. “I’m fine,” he breathed.
They cheered.
Written by anfarlamb from Lamb Lore
bought for 100k
23/12/21 - 18 active dragons (80 total) with pearl/watermelon/pink
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