Reiji
(#35030572)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Conflagrant Ambassador
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.01 m
Wingspan
21.64 m
Weight
7906.77 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Crystal
Crystal
Obsidian
Facet
Facet
Sanddollar
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Reiji
He was born a fighter. Pushed and beaten and buried into the ground until he was forced to push back, maw shrieking and talons tearing until he was the victor.
Reiji was a grotesque shade. A blur of bright runes among crystal darkness, blinded by his crave to stay alive. He attacked, and attacked, until his body fell numb to the injuries, until he was fighting to destroy.
And then he began to enjoy it.
He pined for the victory. Stood upon his defeated challengers and claimed their skulls as his prize. He donned them as armour, bones picked clean and crafted as a symbol of his relentless pursuit of power. He roared with laughter at every fallen opponent and let them beg to be spared as he denied them what he was never offered.
Reiji was a beast of feathers and skulls. A vile, ravenous monster that grew more spiteful with each battle fought and won. He scarred the ground with clawed armour and demanded a foe be brought to him, like a sacrifice to appease the crooked god mounted upon his hoard of victories.
He would never be satisfied. He was born to fight, and he was determined to exact his revenge on those who did not give him the choice to flee. He would give them their battle. Their consequence, countless ends on their uncaring conscience. He would show them the error of constructing a machine built only to bring destruction.
He would show them. No matter how many it took.
-PunchingSolas-
~ ~ ~
”Master.”
The darkness shifted, and stirred, and a single red eye opened, tired, in the night. “What is it, Hallo? It’s late.” The air moved as he yawned, each tooth gleaming in the moonlight like the maw of a shark.
“Someone approaches.”
The drowsy Imperial opened his other eye. “I see.” Feathers and dust fell from his clothes as he rose, stepping over his silent companion to look out the narrow slit-window. “What direction?”
“North.”
He turned his head. The stars disappeared where his great horns moved across them. The crouching raptor could almost hear the creaking of his master’s bones when he rose up on his back legs and set his front feet on the windowsill.
“They will regret catching my scent.” The Imperial did not bother to hide himself, but allowed his bulk to fill the window, lifting his head so high that the back of his neck stroked the ceiling. The raptor warrior shivered at the rippling of scales on his master’s back. “Tell them we are here. No- I will do it this time.” He inhaled. The air in the room swept the raptor’s hair off his shoulders to swirl around his face. He batted it away, ignoring the panicked need to breathe, holding his own breath as his master readied himself at the window.
He was never prepared for the roar that came bellowing like the challenge of some oceans’-depth leviathan from his master’s stomach. The tower rumbled around them, stones shaking loose from the ceiling. His master’s jaws snapped closed on the end of the roar, a satisfied grin snarling his face. “Meet me on the ground,” he said, and launched himself from the sill.
Were he younger, the raptor might have run to the window to watch his master fall, but he already had the sight committed to memory. The pinning of wide dark wings to his body, the elegance of the plummet, the utter terror of those on the ground at seeing a seemingly suicidal dragon diving from above. And then the scream, that piercing shriek of excitement that strikes fear into the hearts of anyone who hears, and the snapping out of those wings that catch the wind and send eight tons of muscle slamming into the nearest body.
He hears the scream echo off the tower’s armored walls and heads for the stairs.
The other dragon is monstrous, already bloody and torn from a previous fight, easily twice the size of his master- clearly it came out on top of its last battle. It's confident. It growls a challenge. The raptor unsheathes his sword and falls in behind his master, who’s advancing steadily.
“Come on then,” Reiji, the Bloodless, the Unsworn, coaxes, in his voice liquid seduction and greed. “You were so bold to come here alone. Come on. Come on!”
He lunged. The other dragon attempted to dodge and slid in the river mud. Its haunches splattered with mud and its own blood, it skidded away, roaring and slashing behind it. His master ducked beneath the blow and uppercut the other, slashing a new wound up its neck to its jaw.
The dragon staggered a few steps and stood, shaking its head, as though confused. It looked down at the blood on its chest.
“Come on,” Reiji said again, gleeful now, dancing, prancing like a child. “Once more. You have it in you.”
The dragon tried to speak, and a fresh gush of blood dribbled from the gash in its throat. It made a wet moaning noise. It came in so ready- but oh, how it is cowering now, shrinking itself back on the banks of the river, curling its tail around itself, growling and wailing like a cornered dog. It tried to step back again, and its back end slid into the river.
His master leapt.
The dragon met him valiantly, but it was doomed from the first blow. They spun and cut each other to ribbons, though for every wound his master sustained, he only seemed to grow stronger, faster- the river worked to his advantage, the mud and the blood and the silt causing the other dragon’s shattered talons to slide off his hide, but his own sank deep into flesh and bone-
-bone that did not hold.
The dragon folded like a broken stick. His master held him down in the river, and the water surged around their bodies like a herd of stampeding horses. The raptor raced to the riverside but as hard as he strained, he could not hear what his master was saying, one paw pressing his foe’s head into the riverbed, the other holding his ear up so he could hear the words whispered for him only.
The raptor caught but a few words of what was spoken, but it made all of his feathers stand on end, and he retreated, trying to keep his sword from shivering against his legs.
When his master came out of the river, he was fully healed and triumphant. He carried the other dragon’s head. “You did not help, Hallo,” he said.
“You didn’t look like you needed it.”
His master didn’t laugh, but the ripple of his scales showed he was pleased. The raptor said nothing more, watching as his master stripped the dragon’s head of skin and muscle, then washed out the skull and attached it to his necklace. “What do you think?” he asked, and when he grinned at the raptor, Hallo could see a strip of flesh still stuck between his teeth.
“It’s perfect,” Hallo said.
“Excellent,” Reiji replied, and walked back up the hill to his tower.
The darkness shifted, and stirred, and a single red eye opened, tired, in the night. “What is it, Hallo? It’s late.” The air moved as he yawned, each tooth gleaming in the moonlight like the maw of a shark.
“Someone approaches.”
The drowsy Imperial opened his other eye. “I see.” Feathers and dust fell from his clothes as he rose, stepping over his silent companion to look out the narrow slit-window. “What direction?”
“North.”
He turned his head. The stars disappeared where his great horns moved across them. The crouching raptor could almost hear the creaking of his master’s bones when he rose up on his back legs and set his front feet on the windowsill.
“They will regret catching my scent.” The Imperial did not bother to hide himself, but allowed his bulk to fill the window, lifting his head so high that the back of his neck stroked the ceiling. The raptor warrior shivered at the rippling of scales on his master’s back. “Tell them we are here. No- I will do it this time.” He inhaled. The air in the room swept the raptor’s hair off his shoulders to swirl around his face. He batted it away, ignoring the panicked need to breathe, holding his own breath as his master readied himself at the window.
He was never prepared for the roar that came bellowing like the challenge of some oceans’-depth leviathan from his master’s stomach. The tower rumbled around them, stones shaking loose from the ceiling. His master’s jaws snapped closed on the end of the roar, a satisfied grin snarling his face. “Meet me on the ground,” he said, and launched himself from the sill.
Were he younger, the raptor might have run to the window to watch his master fall, but he already had the sight committed to memory. The pinning of wide dark wings to his body, the elegance of the plummet, the utter terror of those on the ground at seeing a seemingly suicidal dragon diving from above. And then the scream, that piercing shriek of excitement that strikes fear into the hearts of anyone who hears, and the snapping out of those wings that catch the wind and send eight tons of muscle slamming into the nearest body.
He hears the scream echo off the tower’s armored walls and heads for the stairs.
The other dragon is monstrous, already bloody and torn from a previous fight, easily twice the size of his master- clearly it came out on top of its last battle. It's confident. It growls a challenge. The raptor unsheathes his sword and falls in behind his master, who’s advancing steadily.
“Come on then,” Reiji, the Bloodless, the Unsworn, coaxes, in his voice liquid seduction and greed. “You were so bold to come here alone. Come on. Come on!”
He lunged. The other dragon attempted to dodge and slid in the river mud. Its haunches splattered with mud and its own blood, it skidded away, roaring and slashing behind it. His master ducked beneath the blow and uppercut the other, slashing a new wound up its neck to its jaw.
The dragon staggered a few steps and stood, shaking its head, as though confused. It looked down at the blood on its chest.
“Come on,” Reiji said again, gleeful now, dancing, prancing like a child. “Once more. You have it in you.”
The dragon tried to speak, and a fresh gush of blood dribbled from the gash in its throat. It made a wet moaning noise. It came in so ready- but oh, how it is cowering now, shrinking itself back on the banks of the river, curling its tail around itself, growling and wailing like a cornered dog. It tried to step back again, and its back end slid into the river.
His master leapt.
The dragon met him valiantly, but it was doomed from the first blow. They spun and cut each other to ribbons, though for every wound his master sustained, he only seemed to grow stronger, faster- the river worked to his advantage, the mud and the blood and the silt causing the other dragon’s shattered talons to slide off his hide, but his own sank deep into flesh and bone-
-bone that did not hold.
The dragon folded like a broken stick. His master held him down in the river, and the water surged around their bodies like a herd of stampeding horses. The raptor raced to the riverside but as hard as he strained, he could not hear what his master was saying, one paw pressing his foe’s head into the riverbed, the other holding his ear up so he could hear the words whispered for him only.
The raptor caught but a few words of what was spoken, but it made all of his feathers stand on end, and he retreated, trying to keep his sword from shivering against his legs.
When his master came out of the river, he was fully healed and triumphant. He carried the other dragon’s head. “You did not help, Hallo,” he said.
“You didn’t look like you needed it.”
His master didn’t laugh, but the ripple of his scales showed he was pleased. The raptor said nothing more, watching as his master stripped the dragon’s head of skin and muscle, then washed out the skull and attached it to his necklace. “What do you think?” he asked, and when he grinned at the raptor, Hallo could see a strip of flesh still stuck between his teeth.
“It’s perfect,” Hallo said.
“Excellent,” Reiji replied, and walked back up the hill to his tower.
-SkyTreader197-
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