Ophiocordyceps
(#38368828)
Level 25 Wildclaw
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Energy: 30/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.41 m
Wingspan
5.04 m
Weight
537.14 kg
Genetics
Emerald
Wasp
Wasp
Emerald
Bee
Bee
Moss
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
127
AGI
19
DEF
13
QCK
48
INT
6
VIT
16
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
My Zombie boy??? I???? Love him????
named after that one parasitic zombie fungus that infects bugs
We also call him Zombean
I hatched and gened this beautiful child myself he pleases me
Wasp: 1500g
Bee: 1200g
WC scroll: 2000g
Dragon: 0 - hatched myself
Runes: 190kT
Accent: 1000g
Apparel: 105kT + 370g
named after that one parasitic zombie fungus that infects bugs
We also call him Zombean
I hatched and gened this beautiful child myself he pleases me
Wasp: 1500g
Bee: 1200g
WC scroll: 2000g
Dragon: 0 - hatched myself
Runes: 190kT
Accent: 1000g
Apparel: 105kT + 370g
Quote:
He doesn’t remember what he was before.
All he knows now is his need to infect. His need to feed.
Much of the heavy, exoskeleton-like plating on his body fell off centuries ago. The dark, tender, decaying flesh that used to be under it is exposed now. It rips and tears and flakes away into the wind like spores. The bones in his torso and arms have been bared for as long as he can remember. Some tatters of flesh remain; rotten leftovers of what used to be organs, now infested with insects and small plants. They nestle in his ribcage, dusty brown and green leaves partially obscured in shadow as they feed on the putrid meat. Fluffy, green moss took root in his wandering corpse long ago, even growing on what’s left of his plating. And yet, he continues to walk.
His crimson fanged maw gapes open and a horrible sound comes out. A scream of agony. Some of the desiccated bits of what used to be cheek tissue rip and snap from the sudden stretch. He falls silent as suddenly as he wails. He knows not where he is. The soft cloth wrapped over the gaping sockets where his eyes used to rest is filthy. A scent catches his attention. A nest. Fresh eggs. Food.
They’ve been left alone. He steps into the nest, his jaws puncturing and closing around one of the golden shelled, softly glowing eggs. Orange yolk oozes out. The egg goes dark without a sound as it disappears down his throat. He only eats one. The others suffer his infection. By the time he leaves, they too are dead. However, they will hatch. They will be like him.
All he knows now is his need to infect. His need to feed.
Much of the heavy, exoskeleton-like plating on his body fell off centuries ago. The dark, tender, decaying flesh that used to be under it is exposed now. It rips and tears and flakes away into the wind like spores. The bones in his torso and arms have been bared for as long as he can remember. Some tatters of flesh remain; rotten leftovers of what used to be organs, now infested with insects and small plants. They nestle in his ribcage, dusty brown and green leaves partially obscured in shadow as they feed on the putrid meat. Fluffy, green moss took root in his wandering corpse long ago, even growing on what’s left of his plating. And yet, he continues to walk.
His crimson fanged maw gapes open and a horrible sound comes out. A scream of agony. Some of the desiccated bits of what used to be cheek tissue rip and snap from the sudden stretch. He falls silent as suddenly as he wails. He knows not where he is. The soft cloth wrapped over the gaping sockets where his eyes used to rest is filthy. A scent catches his attention. A nest. Fresh eggs. Food.
They’ve been left alone. He steps into the nest, his jaws puncturing and closing around one of the golden shelled, softly glowing eggs. Orange yolk oozes out. The egg goes dark without a sound as it disappears down his throat. He only eats one. The others suffer his infection. By the time he leaves, they too are dead. However, they will hatch. They will be like him.
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This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
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This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
Exalting Ophiocordyceps to the service of the Icewarden will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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