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Desmond

(#35194171)

Level 25 Imperial

Familiar

Corpse Cleaner

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

26.31 m

Wingspan

22.58 m

Weight

6245.15 kg

Genetics

Moon
Boulder

Orca
Alloy

Bubblegum
Lace

Hatchday

Aug 15, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 25 Imperial

Max Level

STR

103

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QCK

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Biography

Desmond The Betrayer
He/Him

AMBITION

DO NOT TRUST

Desmond knew all about promises.

He sat, idle, contemplating, as their leader hissed. The imperial was a formidable sight, scales dull and scuffed and etched with deep scars that time had yet to fade. He paced, paws leaving deep pockmarks in the ground. “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine,” he paused, looking each of them in the eye. A week ago that would have been an impossible feat. But their numbers had dropped into double digits. “I promise. We won’t let them win. You can trust me.” Soft, oozing, dripping lies poisoning the air in a visceral miasma.

And, as they sat there, nursing putrid, throbbing, gaping wounds, they nodded, heads filled with that accursed, undeniable voice. Filled with a corroded taint. They were tired. And clinging to any shred of hope. They wanted to believe. Desperately wanted to hope. And so they let him in. Let him twist their thoughts until all that was left was pack and leader. Until all was one. And one was enough.

We trust, they echoed back, words forced from their throats. Burned in the air, thick and toxic and binding. Branded into their very souls.

A dozen eyes lifted upward, growling out in unison as the sky darkened.

We trust.

We won’t let them win.

Desmond knew all about promises.

And how to break them.

“What do you hope to prove?”

Desolan bristled, eyes narrowed. He glared up at the towering figure of the imperial, duly noting every twitch- every miniscule spasm- in the gargantuan, twisted form. The imp noticed- of course he did- but only the upward tilt of a grin betrayed him.

With a low growl, the mirror flexed his wings, a subconscious effort to appear larger. It was a pointless gesture.

“What are you,” he asked instead, voice carrying the threat of a snarl.

The imp laughed. A deep running sound that shook the earth around them. A pale tongue ran over jagged teeth as his chuckles faded into a hissed breath. “What a question…” he started, eyes bright as the rippling neck craned down to inspect the mirror more closely. An eye, nearly the size of Desolan’s head, blinked at him. Its shadowy color seemed to be filled with starlight. Mimicking the night sky.

It almost made him dizzy, the sudden sense of vertigo.

And suddenly the imp reared back, steam spilling from his open maw. He settled into an easy recline, his serpentine body lazily wrapping around the smaller dragon’s perch.

Desolan watched the coils of scaly flesh with narrowed eyes. The tangled streaks of fur along its spine were coated with a viscous slime that glistened in the faint light. With the dragon’s proximity, Desolan could make out a cloyingly thick stench. It was almost a faint rot: heavy and unmistakable.

“You’ve been waiting, haven’t you?” the dragon rumbled, head tilted to glare down at the smaller creature. “What have you been… anticipating, hmm?”

Desolan hissed, backing up a few paces. There was a spark of something against his scales. Something dark and foreboding and impossibly tantalizing. Something that was unmistakably magic.

The imp chuckled, wings spreading to blot out across the sky. Undiluted chaos rippled along the edges of the appendages, writhing, screaming, bubbling magic that was as incomprehensible as it was... crippling.

Wings dropping to the ground, Desolan found himself dropping back, belly scraping along the nearly-searing stone floor. A small whimper escaped him, the sound lost under the shrieking, screeching noise echoing around him.

And the imp drew back, darkness swathing his twisted limbs. Blocked out his steely gaze behind an impenetrable shroud. “I know you’ve been waiting. I’ve been waiting, too. And soon we won’t have to wait anymore. Won’t that be grand? Isn’t it everything you’ve ever wanted?”

And, as the imp retreated, Desolan wasn’t so sure anymore.

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