Yrone
(#36340401)
Level 13 Wildclaw
Familiar
Webwing Alpha
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.61 m
Wingspan
8.63 m
Weight
391.05 kg
Genetics
Grey
Lionfish
Lionfish
Coal
Morph
Morph
Lead
Scales
Scales
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 13 Wildclaw
EXP: 2632 / 45676
STR
49
AGI
5
DEF
12
QCK
49
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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-Story-
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"We're going to be fine. You and I, we'll meet back at the tree once the fight is over. We're gonna be safe," Cassandria put her claws under Yrone's cheeks, holding her gently. Cassandria's voice sounds softer than how she usually spoke, tone filled with worry despite her comforting words. Yrone closed her eyes at the touch, leaning into it. She kicks away all the anxious ramblings in her head and takes a deep breath. "This battle is gonna be an honor, protecting the clan." "But..." Cassandria pauses, and the silence permeating through the small cave. But and What-ifs had been looming over the both of them the past day. A ravenous pack of Mirrors are charging for their clan. The very ones that were rumored to raid any clan they come across, and only the stronger, more aggressive clans survive it. Those Mirrors' own territory burnt down in a forest fire, and now they search for any easy meal they can find. At the beginning, they only stole. Then it escalated to fighting on broad daylight for any belongings they can snatch. Eventually, entire clans were raided for food and treasure. Some scouts (though a few are known for tall tales) told the leader they found the dead dragons eaten down to the bone, with the teeth marks matching Mirror teeth. "We'll be fine, Cass. You said so yourself right?" Yrone smiles, although it's easy to notice the strained and tight way she did so. And Cassandria, observant as she always is, furrowed her brows at that, but decided not to say anything. A booming ring of the summoning horns alerts the two Wildclaws, startling with a jump. Yrone could hear the chatter and pre-battle cries from a distance of their lair. "Let's put on our armor. The horn's sounding." The two hastily slipped on their armor, exchanging longing and fleeting glances at each other, before Yrone heads to her designated group while Cassandria joins the mages. They're both of the strongest of the clan, but in different fields. Yrone had wanted fight by her side, but the admiral needed organized formations. That's the only way to beat the brutes, to outsmart and be stronger than them. Screeches and cries from the Mirror pack grows closer and louder, and so do their own battle cries. Wings and feathers flared in anticipation and aggression. Some from hot-blooded fighters, but more are from anxiety and false-bravery. Yrone stomps her feet in agitation, itching to finish the fight. Yrone raises her head high above the crowd of her fellow clan members; she sees them... "Everyone!" The admiral, Lukorra, shouted out, her voice booming all the way to the back where Yrone stood. Her imposing stature at the frontlines stood as encouragement for even the most fearful dragons. "Steel yourself! And..." Everyone waited with bated breath, listening for her next word with the stomping of the Mirror pack drawing closer. "CHARGE!!" Yrone screamed her throat hoarse along with the fighters by her side, sprinting into battle. She clashed with any Mirror dragon that came near her, the talons on her feet slashing wildly and her worn cutlass aiming for a lethal hit. She doesn't know magic as well as Cass, but she can take a fight. Every twist and turn she finds her claws digging deep inside unfamiliar flesh, another life fallen underneath her. Screeching of the dying surrounded her, and her sides burn from a wound Yrone doesn't have time to look at. One of her teammates fell down behind her, one of the guards, and the lack of focus brought an opportunistic enemy aiming for her throat. Yrone ducked, grabbing the clawed hand of the Mirror before her and twisting it, bludgeoning their head before ending their life. She has to focus. Focus. Yrone can't remember how many throats her teeth has ripped into, how many times her talons had slashed into an enemy. It's killed or be killed. She has to protect her clan. And her mate. She heard a cry, hoarse and shrill and afraid, accompanied by clashing of metal and cloth. Yrone downed a thrashing Mirror before her and turned her head to look in the direction of the familiar voice. Two ravenous dragons, half encased in magical ice, their upper body still exposed, struggled wildly as the ice cracked and groaned under their weight. Before them stood Cassandria, spitting out spears of ice to fend off a third enemy in front of her, stumbling back with trembling hind legs with every aggressive pounce from the other. "Cass!" Yrone calls out to her, throat dry and the sound cracked and quiet before she swallowed hard and tried again. "Cass!" She sprinted up to the scene of battle, tackling the offending Mirror, snapping rapidly at the other's throat as she wrangled and rolled. "Get away from her!" After minutes of struggle and Cassandria's helping hand firing ice into the opponent Yrone finally catches the other off guard and slices their stomach open. She jumped away from the Mirror's hold, wings propelling her off of the desperate death grip of the dragon. Cassandria charged up to her and Yrone ran into her arms, releasing a long-held breath. Both were slicked with blood and filthy but neither cared, falling into each other while holding each other up. It was seconds later when they eventually let go of each other, finally aware of the still-raging fight continuing. Formations had scattered long ago, true chaos enveloping the territory. Yrone could only see her beloved in front of her, nothing else. "Thank the Plaguebringer you're safe, I almost had a heart attack when I-" Her voice cuts off, into a gasp, but the air wouldn't go into her lungs and instead bubbled out of blood pooling and sticking to her feathers. Her throat hurt so bad. Cassandria's mouth stretched into a silent scream, and Yrone could feel her hands clawing at her sides trying to hold her up, before her sight faded to black. Cass's eyes were so icy blue, and she feels so cold. ...
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-Lore-
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The Plaguebringer's name was often uttered at a moment of death, like the other Gods. Usually, it was a prayer for survival, to keep on living and fighting another day. Usually, she let those children waste away. Winning, overcoming, evolving was what is worthy of living. She's the goddess that kills, but only those that are not meant to keep lasting in this realm. Usually. Dragons pray to her when they don't want to die. Never had someone utter her name in relief instead of desperation. She watches, eyelids stretching open from her slumber. One of her children, so strong and lively, killed. Killed in place of a weakling. A weakling, only alive because of her love. The Plaguebringer always appreciate perseverance, and having one of her better children be ended when her blood pumped so lively and healthy... she can't have that. She lifts a hand. Even while dying, the Wildclaw clung onto life so strongly, grasping at her mate and drawing the little oxygen she can and chest convulsing. The Plaguebringer gives her an extra push. ... Blood doesn't clot this fast. Not even when the wound is covered with healing magic desperately. But the red fluid slowed its flow within seconds, sticking to the wound and sealing it shut. Strings of flesh snaked around each other's torn ends, knotting and melting together again, but not the same as before their separation. The damaged meat festered, the pus sealing together the exposed throat and allowing Yrone to draw in breaths gurgling in blood. She's still alive. Still holding on, grasping tightly at her mate's hand. [coming soon, on Cassandria's bio]
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-Belongings-
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She uses this to groom her feathers. Picked up at a night market. Every guard of the clan owns one, in case they need assistance. She still keeps hers, although she's quit. Her weapon. Carved it herself. Affixed to her talons to help her fight better, attack quicker and harder. A sculpture made lovingly by Cassandria. A gift. |
-Traits-
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♛Hardened ♛Cold to strangers ♛Extremely loyal ♛Thoughtful ♛Paranoid ♛Protective ♛Loves animals ♛Tends to ramble |
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-Artwork-
art by me
art by others
by the lovely AncientTempress!
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