Maawrs
(#33650533)
Level 1 Mirror
Familiar
Umbra Wolf
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.21 m
Wingspan
7.79 m
Weight
574.62 kg
Genetics
Ruby
Basic
Basic
Cherry
Basic
Basic
Cherry
Scales
Scales
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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༻ M A A W R S ༺
  
Impulsive | Blunt | Honourable
O C C U P A T I O N - First Dedicated War-Trainer of Hrir's Gale M A T E - None currently. E N E M Y - Those who challenge her valour. F A M I L I A R - Animated Armour A R T C R E D I T S - Make some? P E R S O N A L - Haughty Older Sister ྿
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" 'I might not be the one chosen to lead the clan, but I have proven myself the best to lead its armies, and nobody can take that from me.' "
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She was the firstborn, the biggest of the three from the clan's matriarch and First Father. She was the one with the battle-skill so prized by gnollkind, the one whose every strike was a true hit, who could swing a sword meant for adults at a whelp's age. The clan thought she would be their next queen when old Hrir, Godslayer, Thunderhammer, passed to meet her chosen mate, and she had been so sure of it herself as well. Khresheth, younger sister, smaller sister, meek as she was, seemed to accept this as well, from when they were younger. Lylien, brother to both, and a changeling like his father, was no match for her in any manner, excepting only wit and that strange magic he had. She knew already the old ratfolk seer was to train him to use it, and he would be no challenge. So when the day came for those fateful words, Maawrs was proud to engage in whatever contest would grant her leadership. "My children, I have grown old and Dalsein is heavy for me. It is time the hammer choose a new Queen." And so Maawrs marched straight to the steps, right up them, when her time came to grasp her role. She reached out- and was rewarded with a crackle that made her fur stand all on end, and dust immediately gravitate to her. Huffy but unwilling to show her displeasure, she watched her brother reach out and be softly refused, and Khresheth, weaker sister, smaller sister, grab hold with no issue. So Dalsein had chosen her... Whatever quality she had that made it so. Whatever. She was a child of Hrir, no small setback would keep her from a place of power. That night, Hrir passed in her bed, the clan-friend barghest seen leaving with something brightly glowing in his inky maw. Khresheth took her adorned crown, and feasting was held. "Maawrs," spoke the smaller of the two gnolls, looking up to meet her sister's displeased eyes as the crowd dispersed or passed to sleep. "I would appreciate it if you were to lead the armies. I was never as good at combat as you, could never train like you. We will be stronger if we do not quarrel. Be my right hand." It was a worthy option, she decided then and believed till the day she died. Mother would not like to see them destroy the clan between the two of them, and indeed, Khresheth might have been good with 'diplomacy', but she was the warrior, and warriors listened to warriors, not queens. They each spat on their paw and shook on the position, and the peace. Khresheth took their little nomadic tribe and built them a proper stable village, stabilizing what her mother founded, and making it more hospitable to those who came in and were unused to the barbarian's life her mother had endured. A proper training-grounds was made from stamp-hardened earth, where Maawrs could be found drilling her gnoll charges on use of the favoured warhammer and maneuvers, on stealth with armour and where best to strike an enemy. She turned the ragtag group of barbarians into a force to be reckoned with, and though Khresheth is credited as the queen who built the kingdom, at her back was her rightfully-prideful sister, who led battle after battle to the tribe's favour, until they became a proper nation out of a herd of misfits. |
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