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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.24 m
Wingspan
3.72 m
Weight
600.93 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Metallic
Metallic
Obsidian
Alloy
Alloy
Mantis
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Soren was always said to be just like his mother, elegant, quiet, reserved, shy and all in all more like a stereotypical fair noble lady than anything else. However he knew that he was nothing like that, he was determined, stubborn, arrogant and self-centred. He knew his status, his strength and his ability and he took advantage of it to utilise it. When he was bored he had no trouble sneaking into other dragons nests and crushing pairs he saw as below him in status' eggs. But never got caught, although arrogant he was smart and knew his limits.
Eventually on one of these egg killing escapades he was caught in the act, his claws still covered in the blood of half developed hatchlings and wrapped around the final remaining egg of the nest. It was the mother who had walked in, the clan head... The pure fury in her eyes as she realised what had been happening. The egg killer she had just had a meeting about, had managed to slip in and kill the other ones of her future hatchlings.
She growled threateningly and Soren smirked back not expecting this situation but quickly coming up with a plan, it was a that moment he was thankful he had not yet destroyed the final egg. He held up the egg slightly and narrowed his eyes, a silent threat, an effective threat. Slowly she bowed her head, stepping back to allow him to leave, her eyes full of sorrow, anger, pain and a further mix of negative emotions. Soren walked out standing in the slightly remote lair with the angry clan head inside before stretching his claw out, offering the egg.
The clan head stepped forward with urgency to grab it, but just missed and he pulled it back to himself. A cruel look in his eyes as he smirked stretching open his large wings reflecting the sun-light. He threw the egg up and down slowly, licking his lips at the power of being able to threaten someone of higher status than himself. He was addicted to this feeling. The feeling of power and superiority.
"See oh great Clan-Head, I would return to you the final memento of your dead mate. But I much more enjoy the idea of stealing them away to a place you'll never know about their well being or condition."
In that moment he used his tail to brush dirt into the clan-heads eyes before taking off, running to find a new home, a new place, a new area to control and conquer.
Eventually on one of these egg killing escapades he was caught in the act, his claws still covered in the blood of half developed hatchlings and wrapped around the final remaining egg of the nest. It was the mother who had walked in, the clan head... The pure fury in her eyes as she realised what had been happening. The egg killer she had just had a meeting about, had managed to slip in and kill the other ones of her future hatchlings.
She growled threateningly and Soren smirked back not expecting this situation but quickly coming up with a plan, it was a that moment he was thankful he had not yet destroyed the final egg. He held up the egg slightly and narrowed his eyes, a silent threat, an effective threat. Slowly she bowed her head, stepping back to allow him to leave, her eyes full of sorrow, anger, pain and a further mix of negative emotions. Soren walked out standing in the slightly remote lair with the angry clan head inside before stretching his claw out, offering the egg.
The clan head stepped forward with urgency to grab it, but just missed and he pulled it back to himself. A cruel look in his eyes as he smirked stretching open his large wings reflecting the sun-light. He threw the egg up and down slowly, licking his lips at the power of being able to threaten someone of higher status than himself. He was addicted to this feeling. The feeling of power and superiority.
"See oh great Clan-Head, I would return to you the final memento of your dead mate. But I much more enjoy the idea of stealing them away to a place you'll never know about their well being or condition."
In that moment he used his tail to brush dirt into the clan-heads eyes before taking off, running to find a new home, a new place, a new area to control and conquer.
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