razrroth » Lair » Warmonger

Warmonger

(#4041470)

Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Maren Warlock

Energy: 43/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.54 m

Wingspan

3.81 m

Weight

812.62 kg

Genetics

Rust
Ripple

Jungle
Shimmer

Gold
Underbelly

Hatchday

Jun 09, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

The Offerings

The cool forest air stirred as the serthis vendors began to gather what was left of their weeks worth of food supplies in the marketplace, bringing the best of their wares out for the dragon that would soon arrive for his share of the profits. Thick serthis tails of family and friends slithered quickly against each other, knowing time was of the essence on such an important occasion. Elders helped younger merchants to judge their wares before they joined the line headed toward the main temple, while familiars and children were hidden away so as not to be mistaken as an offering to the beast.

Just as the few remaining merchants joined the line, the gathering of city-folk began to quiet down. Hushed whispers were tossed over-shoulder in anticipation of the coming beast. On either side of the line stood a few armed guards to protect their city should the beast feel displeased with the offerings. The temple they gathered below was tall and had minimal stairs, giving just enough grip for reptilian bodies to slither up easily, but a hassle for other beastclans to seize it.

A roar sprung up from the surrounding forest, causing many to shudder or wince, clutching their offerings tighter to themselves. The dragon-beast soon appeared, making a wide circle about the temple before gently landing at the top of the stairs, his short fur streaked with a rusty hue, and feathers of deep greens. He was adorned with gold and jewels from previous offerings, and he preened himself for a moment before growling gently and settling into a more lax position. The offerings did take quite awhile, after all.

When all had settled, the chieftain of the city moved forward, bowing gently and laying a large cloth before the dragon as a place to gather goods, "Warmonger, I greet you again for this season's best offerings. As usual, should anything be not to your liking, I beg you to punish me and not my people. But please understand that this season has not be kind to our farms and-" The dragon whipped his tail in the direction of the chief, grumbling deeply, "No excuses. Offer now." The chief nodded silently and slid back into position, overseeing the offerings from between the dragon and his vendors.

The first of the offerings was laid gently before Warmonger by a young woman-serthis; it was a silky golden cloak of shimmering threads. The skydancer sniffed and tapped it with a claw. He looked to the chief, "Adorn me." The chief did so without hesitation. The woman slithered away, and other offerings were brought forth: food, apparel, weapons; all left in well-sorted piles for the dragon to pick through as he pleased, or placed upon the dragon's body as he ordered. The sun fell low in the sky, and the night grew cooler.

Finally, the last of the serthis reached the top of the stairs, mumbling under his breath. The hunter tossed a meager offering of gathered herbs and mushrooms in a pile. The dragon snorted and shook his head, "Insulting me, are you?" The serthis male turned away, hands on his hips "Of course not! It's all I have left this week. Market sales were better than I was expecting." He raised his hands passively, "Of course, our money is of no use to you." The skydancer stood slowly, his feather crest raised defensively, "I can smell the smoked meat on your clothing you dim reptile," he flicked his antennae towards the man, "and the arrogant aura about you is sickening me."

In the few seconds it took for the serthis to turn and open his mouth again, Warmonger had already regurgitated a sickly spew of acid upon the snakelike backside of his opponent. Within seconds, the scales and flesh of the serthis had been horrifically disintegrated, followed by deathly screams as he writhed about in pain. The dragon growled towards the chieftain, "Let this be a lesson to the newer generations. Do not cross me." The chief silently nodded, gathering the cloth full of items with shaking hands. Warmonger placed his claws upon the collection before him, nodded to the chief and took flight. 'Another successful offering.'

^{Custom bio dividers by Neibolt}

W A R M O N G E R
A terrible plague-beast of a dragon who threatens and dwells within a hidden rainforest city of serthis. The serthis abide by his rules, giving him food and treasure in return for protection from other dragons. Some serthis regard him with fear and distrust while others seek him with awe.

His mate Warmaiden was magically risen from the roots of a grand tree in the rainforest by Warmonger himself. She follows his every word, but
for how long...?

His usual companion is a Ringlet Amphithere

Wasp is his favored and strongest child, so he's bound to take the mantle

Snowdrop and Tigerlily are raised exclusively by Warmaiden, so he has little thought on his daughters

He dislikes Copper's passive, easily-distracted nature, but reluctantly tries to train them

His Plague element gives him a potent venom and acidic saliva, both of which give him power over the serthis people

They've only bred once, and their terts are vast, so I'm happy with the outcome! Breeding Range

By Kaivyrin

My Art

By Silvergreif/n02x

By SourPatchKids

If you feel that this content violates our Rules & Policies, or Terms of Use, you can send a report to our Flight Rising support team using this window.

Please keep in mind that for player privacy reasons, we will not personally respond to you for this report, but it will be sent to us for review.

0/1000

Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.

Exalting Warmonger to the service of the Flamecaller will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.

Do you wish to continue?

Name

Names must be longer than 2 characters.
Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.

Name

Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.