Inferish

Plan on Revamping this dude's bio when I get the chance.



It hurt. He didn't know why. If he was calmer, or even just safer, he could figure it out. But for now, it just hurt. Where even was he? It didn't matter right now. He kept running, thorns and bushes scratching his side. Was that why it hurt? Maybe..? Shaking his head, the Coatl continued running away, away, from the thing. At one point he could tell what it was. Now, he didn't know. It was something, and that something was just it. He once again forced himself out of his thoughts, though not in time to stop himself from tripping on the thorned root. He gasped in pain, fresh tears springing to his eyes. He pushed himself up, beginning a limp, run, limp, run patern. He was too focused on trying to get escape, to just get away, so very far away, that he fell. He fell, fell, fell, into a bramble patch, the stickers pressing into his scaled hide. Somehow, he landed on his back. Had he turned over in the air? A gust of wind having rolled him to his back? He didn't know, almost didn't care. He stared up woozily, slowly piecing together the fact he had dropped off a small cliff. He began to close his eyes, the echos of the it beginning to grow louder and then receding, the soft yelp-like sounds fading to nothing.. Or was it still there? He couldn't tell, his vision slowly fading as he closed his eyes entirely. It was silent to him, even the faint wind's music dying off. It still hurt. He knew it was the thorns, now, slowly tearing into his weak scaled skin. It all started to fade, until the frail Coatl passed out in exaustion. If only he was able to drop into real sleep.



Inferish is quite the interesting character. As a rouge bounty hunter, the coatl is naturally strategic, often having to chase after and fight dragons and beasts that are either quite larger than himself or quicker on their feet. he is also street smart when it comes to dealing with clients, as he's run into those who try and sweep the rug out from underneath him before. However he is night the same timid dragon he was when starting in the profession, so you better pay up unless you want to meet some of the coatl's friends.
Many dragons when first meeting Inferish will find that he is not a big talker, always has his helmet on, and isn't to big about talking of his past. When such a question arises, he often dodges it or ignores the inquiry entirely. When one gets to know the coatl a bit more, they may find a friend with unquestioning loyalty.
One may also notice the strange augments on his neck and tail. The strange little devices give Inferish a bit of an edge in battle. When the time calls for it, the coatl will either get a burst of extra speed, or a boost in strength. However, Inferish uses it sparingly, as after the bursts often finds himself extremely tired and in need of a good nap.