Eazam
(#36300996)
Level 25 Bogsneak
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Energy: 46/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Bogsneak
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.04 m
Wingspan
5.51 m
Weight
696.88 kg
Genetics
Cyan
Metallic
Metallic
Magenta
Spinner
Spinner
Blackberry
Filigree
Filigree
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Bogsneak
Max Level
STR
105
AGI
13
DEF
52
QCK
60
INT
5
VIT
33
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
EAZAM cautious burly diplomatic DETAILS ROLE; second-in-command GENDER; female PRONOUNS; she/her ORIENTATIONS; heterosexual ALIGNMENT; chaotic good LIKES; exploring, fighting DISLIKES; pointless hate RELATIONS USHINA; best friend IAZAM; twin SOTERIA; suspicious ART lineless bust by me lineart by V0iCEB0X xxx by credit  
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she used to be a ruthless warlord a long time ago, stabbing fear into the hearts of innocents and ripping the hearts out of those who dared defy her. it seemed that no one would be able to stop her and her quest to make her name renowned over the Blacksand Annex. but then a champion arose to vanquish the terrisome beast she was and challenged her to a duel. whether it was bravery or foolishness, Eazam did not know, but she took up the invitation with pleasure. and so the two duked it out on the top of a cliff where all could see them. Eazam was taken aback at the champion's fighting prowess, but after many hours she finally managed to plunge her claws deep into their chest, a sly grin crawling across her face. when it seemed that all hope was lost for those that wished Eazam to fall to the deepest depths of the underworld the champion managed to use a powerful spell upon her to bring her down with them. everyone both cheered and mourned for what happened that day. weeks later a necromancer scuttled along to the site of the battle where a memorial had been built to honor the champion for their bravery. here they carefully performed a dastardly ritual to resurrect Eazam back from the dead so she could continue her ferocious raid. however, during one of the most important parts of the ritual the necromancer hiccuped and accidentally split her soul into two: one good and one evil. Eazam is the good part. at least, she has no plans to continue taking over the Blacksand Annex. Eazam, despite her decaying body, is as strong as an ox. From her previous life she mastered many weapons, including using her own body, resulting in her being an intimidating foe for those that cross the wrong side of her. However, for her allies, she is actually sweet, never raising her voice and ensuring that other dragons are alright. It's common for members of the Bubble Brigade to come to Eazam if they have a problem, as she doesn't shoo them off or make them feel bad for approaching her, unlike Ushina sometimes. When the clan moves through a more populated area, Eazam covers her second mouth with a woolen shawl so as to not frighten others. She is unable to fully close her second mouth, so it is always drooling and emitting a foul smell. When fed, the mouth doesn't feed Eazam, and she herself doesn't know where the food goes. |
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The ragged Serthis layed low like rats hiding from the cat, one tending to an infected wound on his forearm with a cloudy green liquid, gritting his teeth as it made contact. Only a small ditch in the ground hid them from the stomping Bogsneak sniffing around, a fungus-eaten root covering their heads. An archer dipped the tip of an arrow into a vial she held in her pocket, nocking it on a longbow. Bit by bit, she dared to poke her upper half out, aiming at the armour clad dragon. Her fellow friends watched her with hideous anticipation as stiffening as a scorpion's sting.
Shoot.
It flew briskly through the air. The twang of the string snatched the dragon's attention, her body twisting to the source. It was just what the archer planned, as the arrow pierced through the gaping, salivating mouth on her neck, rotting teeth snapping shut in reflex. A stumble back, and the rest of the clan dashed out and around their predator, the anticipation flushing into confidence.
The plague-infected Bogsneak fell to her side, claws clutching her neck, as her bulky body making a satisfying thud as it made contact with the germ riddled ground. It was the only uncovered part of her body, yet the archer had hit it spot on. Sounds of sliding metal slid through the air as the Serthis prepared to rescue their home.
"Wait!"
A voice shouted from the top of a hill, catching the serpents' attention. The Bogsneak in the centre made a reach for her cleaver, but the next sentence stopped her.
"Please, lay down your weapons. I mean no harm," and an almost identical copy of the writhing Bogsneak glided down, feet clumsily hitting the ground. No weapons on her could be seen, but the Serthis knew that it could be a front. Some began eyeing the difference between the two dragons, but there was only a difference in colour of the dull filigree lining their wings.
The slow Bogsneak flattened her wings and maintained a diplomatic posture. "All I would like is to take my poorly sister back. She was being kept securely as she is known for her bloodthirsty nature, but that is only because of the disease taking over her mind." She gestured to the pathetic dragon, who was glaring daggers straight at her.
"But you have the exact same disease as her, physically." A warrior slithered forwards, pointing their scimitar at her neck, with the precise copy of the slobbering mouth on the dying dragon. "How come you aren't also being affected, beast?".
The calm Bogsneak lifted a hand to her head, tapping on her bone helmet. "Because a willing Harpy has already stopped the progression of it to my brain. I am in debt to her, but she needs to wait for the full moon to stop the disease. It is soon, as you know, and I would do anything to rescue my sister from the plague.".
Some Serthis whispered to each other in their mother tongue, and after some minutes they edged away, their weapons still drawn. The diplomat treaded over to the coughing dragon, knelt down, and plainly ripped out the arrow by placing her arm in her neck. Without skipping a beat, she hoisted her up onto her back, and began rumbling back over the hill, not turning to face the Serthis.
As soon as they crossed over the top, the recovered Bogsneak rolled off her back, staggering to her feet in defiance. Poisons never lasted long in either of their systems.
"You're still pretty darn rusty. Rookie mistake, that was." Eazam teased, plopping down on the ground.
The agitated dragon scoffed. "And you're too much of a coward to fight them like we would have in the past. Talking, really?".
"We can't stay here Iazam, or they'll find us out. Let's go." And the dragon got up, got a running start, and flew off.
The other one grumbled as she, too, flew away.
The ragged Serthis layed low like rats hiding from the cat, one tending to an infected wound on his forearm with a cloudy green liquid, gritting his teeth as it made contact. Only a small ditch in the ground hid them from the stomping Bogsneak sniffing around, a fungus-eaten root covering their heads. An archer dipped the tip of an arrow into a vial she held in her pocket, nocking it on a longbow. Bit by bit, she dared to poke her upper half out, aiming at the armour clad dragon. Her fellow friends watched her with hideous anticipation as stiffening as a scorpion's sting.
Shoot.
It flew briskly through the air. The twang of the string snatched the dragon's attention, her body twisting to the source. It was just what the archer planned, as the arrow pierced through the gaping, salivating mouth on her neck, rotting teeth snapping shut in reflex. A stumble back, and the rest of the clan dashed out and around their predator, the anticipation flushing into confidence.
The plague-infected Bogsneak fell to her side, claws clutching her neck, as her bulky body making a satisfying thud as it made contact with the germ riddled ground. It was the only uncovered part of her body, yet the archer had hit it spot on. Sounds of sliding metal slid through the air as the Serthis prepared to rescue their home.
"Wait!"
A voice shouted from the top of a hill, catching the serpents' attention. The Bogsneak in the centre made a reach for her cleaver, but the next sentence stopped her.
"Please, lay down your weapons. I mean no harm," and an almost identical copy of the writhing Bogsneak glided down, feet clumsily hitting the ground. No weapons on her could be seen, but the Serthis knew that it could be a front. Some began eyeing the difference between the two dragons, but there was only a difference in colour of the dull filigree lining their wings.
The slow Bogsneak flattened her wings and maintained a diplomatic posture. "All I would like is to take my poorly sister back. She was being kept securely as she is known for her bloodthirsty nature, but that is only because of the disease taking over her mind." She gestured to the pathetic dragon, who was glaring daggers straight at her.
"But you have the exact same disease as her, physically." A warrior slithered forwards, pointing their scimitar at her neck, with the precise copy of the slobbering mouth on the dying dragon. "How come you aren't also being affected, beast?".
The calm Bogsneak lifted a hand to her head, tapping on her bone helmet. "Because a willing Harpy has already stopped the progression of it to my brain. I am in debt to her, but she needs to wait for the full moon to stop the disease. It is soon, as you know, and I would do anything to rescue my sister from the plague.".
Some Serthis whispered to each other in their mother tongue, and after some minutes they edged away, their weapons still drawn. The diplomat treaded over to the coughing dragon, knelt down, and plainly ripped out the arrow by placing her arm in her neck. Without skipping a beat, she hoisted her up onto her back, and began rumbling back over the hill, not turning to face the Serthis.
As soon as they crossed over the top, the recovered Bogsneak rolled off her back, staggering to her feet in defiance. Poisons never lasted long in either of their systems.
"You're still pretty darn rusty. Rookie mistake, that was." Eazam teased, plopping down on the ground.
The agitated dragon scoffed. "And you're too much of a coward to fight them like we would have in the past. Talking, really?".
"We can't stay here Iazam, or they'll find us out. Let's go." And the dragon got up, got a running start, and flew off.
The other one grumbled as she, too, flew away.
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