Blitzkrieg
(#34875099)
Level 14 Ridgeback
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Personal Style
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Measurements
Length
18.43 m
Wingspan
17.75 m
Weight
7993.77 kg
Genetics
Tarnish
Vipera
Vipera
Hickory
Shimmer
Shimmer
Brown
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 14 Ridgeback
EXP: 27648 / 54161
STR
68
AGI
7
DEF
7
QCK
35
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Biography
⦪BLITZKRIEG⦫ arrogant ⟱ rude ⟱ sadistic ⟱ sociopath ⟱ manipulative You are not welcome here anymore, my dear Genesis. The large ridgeback hissed through clenched teeth, his long horn pressed against the first generation Bogsnek's neck. Her head is forced upwards, her plague eyes staring at the offender who has her pinned down. Sharp talons digging into her thick flesh. Her lips are curled into a snarl as she swears the ridgeback thinks this is a game. My sweet, sweet Genesis... He croons as he presses the horn more into her neck, enjoying that he can feel his horn slip along one of the cartilage in her neck. The bogsnek's tail thumps suddenly on the hard ground, showing her agitation and possible threat to attack her offender, but it's quickly pinned down by a back leg, the sharp talon digging into its soft flesh. With a grimace, she hisses, her tongue slipping out and flicking for a moment before it retreats back into her jaws. The ridgeback's wicked smile becomes larger as he chuckles, frowning suddenly afterwords. You do know what that means... Don't you? He asks, almost with a saddened tone in his voice, but his eyes tell her everything. Of course. It's the same for any dragon who is not wanted, who is sent to serve their diety. She replies bitterly before there's a soft chuckle from the ridgeback's curled lips. And that we are no longer allowed to return to the surface unless we are reborn. She added before wincing, the horn pressing against her neck again. He hums in thought for a moment, making it feel like hours with the silence drawing out between them before he growls. Correct, and it's not Plaguemother that you'll be serving, no... It's Flamecaller. He whispers, drawing horror from the bogsnek's eyes. It was considered treason to become exalted in a flight other than your own, but that was only a theory that Blitzkrieg had supplemented her mind with, spewing lies and conspiracies to make her paranoid. Her eyes were shadowed with doubt that he could be lying, but he knew the male all too well with his stay in her clan, well, his clan now that she was going to be removed from the picture. She never personally met the Flamecaller, but she knew enough to understand she was a powerful female presence that ruled with fire. And fire was a known fear among the plague dragons for the fact that fire could cleanse and kill disease and create new life from the charred remains of the plague. Genesis' eyes adverted as she considered protesting against his outrageous claims that she were to be sent to serve, maybe she could convince him to simply let her leave the clan... It wouldn't hurt to try. Blitzkrieg, if I may... She started, making the male growl slightly, his horn pressing more into her neck, causing her to wince. She cleared her throat, her tongue slipping out slightly before it retreated. Wouldn't it be better if I were to leave? Just to travel around in exile and never to serve under anyone or to have a place to call home? This statement caused the male to ponder for a moment, his eyes glazing over for a brief second as he assessed the situation and considered her words. There was hope in Genesis' eyes and heart as the silence drew on for well over five minutes before there was a soft wheeze from the male. The wheeze turned into laughter and her hopes drained from her face. She wasn't getting out of this alive, was she. Nah. Was his simple reply and he drove the horn into her neck, causing her to shout in surprise and pain. Her body flailed and he pulled away, causing her to firmly clasp a clawed hand to her neck wound, blood seeping between the webbing of her claws. Her eyes were wide in alarm and horror, to think she could convince him! She was wrong, so very, very wrong! There was no way to convince this egotistical maniac! As her vision began to blur, her scales began to pale, she wondered what could have possibly happened to this ridgeback to make him turn out this way? She hardly reacted as the male's horn was pressed against where her jaw connected to her skull, a small smear of her life water against her cheek. I don't feel any remorse in killing you, although this isn't how dragons are exalted, it's how MY dragons will be exalted. Blitzkrieg whispered in a small purr, his wings twitching in anticipation as he angled his neck so that the horn would pierce the spinal cord when he thrust. Just for you, I'll make it swift, my dear. His lips curled into a smile, one that could be mistaken for genuine if they didn't know the ridgeback like Genesis did. Goodnight. He whispered, chuckling when a pained voice replied with a threat before the smile on his face turned to anger, and he drove the horn to his mark and pulled away once it was done. Genesis was now exalted with the Flamecaller, where she would work and serve for her otherworldly life. His wings shifted at his sides before he smirked and gave a small chuckle. Good riddance. |
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