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Terk

(#3854885)

Level 25 Guardian

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

18.46 m

Wingspan

12.22 m

Weight

7519.85 kg

Genetics

Shadow
Basic

Lavender
Alloy

Lemon
Firefly

Hatchday

Jun 03, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Shadow
Glowing

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

117

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Terkish Rugby of the Rugby Shadow Clan

Chosen and Warrior

Image done by Dalison

A young warrior of the Rugby Clan, Terk is noble and brave. Born a Chosen, her life has been full of hardship and turmoil. Never knowing her mother and shunned by her father, Terk was exiled to the Shadow Realm and raised by her cousin, Dade. Only when she was old enough to fulfill her duties as a Warrior within the Clans, was she asked to return to our realm.

Once one have gained her friendship and trust, she will come to their aid for life! She is very leery of new people however, so caution must be taken. The trials she has placed members of the Clan through can be harsh and cruel.

She would defend her friends and comrades until death and fights to protect them from enemies with a ferocity rarely seen anymore. Her thirst for battle is only sated once she had deemed the threat disposed of completely. Terk lives for battle, her sharp senses and quick wit carrying her far in the throws of a fight. Never shying from the sight of blood, the young warrior tends to seek it out; even racing off to fight before a plan is in place.

Like all dragons of her stature, she has the ability to transform into another form, her preferred being that of a half-elf. She's been known to fight in this form as well, wielding two katana; one a blade of silver, the other of black. Rumors have stated that the silver blade has a will of its own, either cursed or magical. When asked, Terk simply gives a feral grin and declines to explain.

Seeking solace and solitude, however, Terk spends much of her time in the depths of the lair. Ever since the death of her mate Sable, she has been plagued with nightmares that wake her from her sleep, along with taunting dreams from her god, Korin. She's closed off and not very willing to interact with the Clan. New comers are often told to simply leave her alone.

Terk knew it was time.

She'd been wandering for far too long.

Something drew her to this place, but she wasn't exactly sure what it was. Mist shrouded the ground and strange birds called out from the darkness. Bare tree branches clawed toward a sun that never shown, plagued by glowing fungi that littered their trunks and spread to the ground like a flowing gown. Why had she come here? This was nothing like her old home, yet, strangely it was.

Broken and saddened, yet thriving. Mischief played in the low light, making Terk see things that may or may not have been there from the corner of her eyes. Bugs blinked in and out of existence as they sailed about in the gloomy twilight. Low creaks and desperate growls threatened to lash out if she stepped closer.

Yet, she dared to. Something stronger was pulling her here, almost begging for her to step foot into the darkened woods. What was it that called her? A god of sorts? Or just her own misery? Either way, she was about to find out.

Darkness closed in around her as she walked, but it had never frightened Terk. She was born of anguish, bred from sorrow, and her very soul was the result of monumental suffering. She welcomed it, embraced it, and enticed it to come closer. She wore her misery like a shroud for all of those nearby to see and she thrived on it. She grew stronger from it, and even now she could feel a connection to this place.

She felt at peace, welcomed, and at home. This place was like herself, sorrowful and brooding.

Water murmured softly as it trickled in the creek under the rotting wooden bridge. Her claws sank easily into the punky wood as she crossed deeper into the shadows. The mushrooms had grown larger here, blotting out the trees, yet there was still a little light. The fungi crowded the dirt path and Terk had to lash out, clearing away their thick stalks to move along. It wasn’t long before she found a cave, whispers from the wind pulling her to it's blackened open maw. She would make her home here, deep within the never ending night that she was drawn to.

And here, she too, could forget.

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