Vesstan
(#38388461)
And nail our hero heartily, hands and feet and bind his neck
Familiar
Spectre Wyvern
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Earth.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.6 m
Wingspan
4.45 m
Weight
437.98 kg
Genetics
Sable
Petals
Petals
Clay
Bee
Bee
Sanguine
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
11
AGI
8
DEF
9
QCK
60
INT
101
VIT
34
MND
9
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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 Sharp cheekbones, he knew of starvation, amber eyes robbed of their innocence, young, too young. His was a fate of luxury and hunger, like the maggots feeding through the reeking carcass of a long dead creature. His was a fate cold as gold and filled with orders. He was so cheap, a quick purchase. Dance for me Round and round he danced, danced through the pain of isolation, danced through the bone crushing pressure of domination. He was free, he was trapped, a nightingale in a golden cage, he flew against the bars of his prison, over and over again. Cut away from his mother, taken from his father, he was too young, their faces blurs of color until the whip of the master beat even those memories out of his skull. Nothing happened, nothing but the dry potential, a gem carved into perfection with pure pressure. But never leaving a mark, no marks on his fine skin, dark and darker even his life spiraled out of control and yet the tight collar of his master’s leash never left his neck. Dance for me Alone, he was so alone, his heart wept at night and soared at daytime, when he spun round and round, when music filled his ears and drowned out everything else. Over the bruises of the whip they painted golden patterns, around his eyes and his sharp collarbones, too young, untouched and yet tainted by a life not of his choosing. The darkness in his eyes was masked by faint ignorance and he played his part well, played it to perfection. Drowning on the inside, now drowning on the outside, not on pain and tears unshed but luxury. Everything one could ever ask for was draped out in front of him and all he needed to do was say the word. Dance for me Hunger ate him from the inside out, hunger for something he would never have, for freedom and something robbed from him. The shine in his eyes that would never come back, the touches of ghosts of the past he never had felt, he craved for things impossible, while gold run down his throat in intricate jewelry, clung to his anklets and shackled his wrists. No choice, there was no choice, he was the nightingale in its golden cage. Silk and velvet, gold and jewels, too young, he was too young for this and yet, here he was, lounging between the others of equal choicelessness, the boyish figurehead of a one man cult, his crusade for his lost innocence doomed to fail from the very beginning. Dance for me Yet he fought, every time the order rung out, he fought in hypnotizing manner, allowed the music to take over his body and manipulate it like a puppet on its strings. Years passed and he still fought, so many wanted to be in his place, but they did not knew. Did not knew of the price, fools. The queen’s favorite toy. She was in awe, so young, so perfect. He is always by her side, even after years she is not bored of him yet, how did he do it? How did he manage that, when others were discarded after playing with them just once? She hand feeds him, on every party, every social gathering, enjoys the sensation of his lips against her palms, to mask the fear of poison, as jealousy rears its ugly head. Dance for me So alone. He is not allowed to talk, to bond, he is the prized possession, she is always around him, inside her bedroom and outside, and when she isn’t, her most loyal shadow is. And his eyes are sharp, cut through ignorance and kill even the attempts of defiance forming. She makes him happy. She makes him unhappy. She can’t pull him out of his own mindset, she, the queen. And he, her shadow. And then he himself, the boy from poor earth, out of dust they had uplifted him and he still wanted more. No more. 
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