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Diablos

(#40726971)

Level 1 Imperial

Energy: 50/50

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Length

30.88 m

Wingspan

22.44 m

Weight

6601.05 kg

Genetics

Phthalo
Metallic

Teal
Bee

Mint
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Hatchday

Apr 07, 2018
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

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D R E A D - F O L L Y
D R A G O N

Read about Dread-Folly Dragons lore here!

Diablos & Atmos.

Diablos raised Atmos from the full corpse of her body washed up on the icy shore. He is dark and proud, small for an Imperial as well. His magic is driven by a dangerous passion that cannot be stopped. With it, his will powers Atmos' new life as his protector. She is brutal, violent, incapable of empathy any longer. Her one goal in this second life is to protector Diablos so he may further his work.

Origins.
Dread-folly dragons are the products of dangerous necromancer rituals that use the last remains of a dead dragon, the final breath of magic in their bodies. The inherent magical nature of dragons can cause their wills to linger in their remains. Any small fragment of a passed dragon, with enough will and foul magic, can create a dread-folly dragon.

Usually the body of a dragon decays quickly enough to dissuade lingering magics. However, in the deep cold of the Southern Icefield, there's no such luxury as peace, even in death. Bodies linger in the cold, some freezing over for all time. In death, trapped under the ice, their encased magic may fester...

Their birth into the world came about from the horrifying trauma of watching an Emperor come to life. A young ice-born imperial, Diablos, never forgot the terrible pressure in the air as the dark magic pulled the corpses together like gravity. The twisting mass of flesh coming back to life, drooling blood, broken limbs all atangle. It was brought down again before it could rampage, but the obsession had already formed in Diablos’ mind.

Years later, he had sworn he’d see that power again. But this time, it would be under his own paws, from his own devices. And so Diablos toiled endlessly to devise a way to recreate that day. He searched through the endless, icy wastes until he stumbled upon a familiar place. The dilapidated den of his former home lay before him, in ruins from the battle that had caused the Emperor’s rise so many years ago. His clan had long since migrated away, but signs of the battle still gouged the ice.

And shimmering with a pale, teal light a giant fang wedge into the ice caught his eye. A tooth, dislodged from the snapping jaws of one of the Emperor's maws. Years later, it still remained, now encased in snow and ice, but distinctly intact. If asked, he’d have sworn the swirling magic around it whispered to him.

With drive and dread, Diablos approached the fang, and wrenched it from ice to take for himself. And with it, his obsession drove him to stumble home with said fang, and borrow the dark power within. His first experiments began small, resurrecting tiny creatures that burned up in greenish fire moments after their rebirth. They were of little use beyond proving this tainted power was real. So very, very real.

Diablos didn’t operate on such a micro scale for long. His desire to know more once again drove him out to the snows until he reached the edge of the floes. Looking out upon the dark sea, he felt yet another pull as he had upon seeing his precious fang. It hung from a cord around his neck, and it whispered to him as he followed the tugging. He came upon a corpse on the beach, the long, rotting body of an imperial was washed on the shoreline. Her once elegant frame was unnaturally twisted, dead quite awhile, and having drifted with the currents to the Southern Icefields. The cold had slowed her decay to an icy crawl.

A dark feeling clutched his heart as he lay his paws upon her neck. She’d have been beautiful in life... perhaps more beautiful in her second one.

Diablos shook his maned head, stepping back, and clutching the fang around his neck. Where had such a thought come from? It shocked him, even if it was right. She could be perfect.

He approached her again, the whispering fang clutched tight. The young imperial reached out to her once more, talons digging into her flaking scales, and felt a surge of darkness surround them. With a series of sickening sounds: flesh reforming, settling, hardening, tattered wings reformed, magic surged through open wounds. An oily aether rippled through her body, and her withered eyes snapped open with an unholy light seeping from them.

He could only smile as she shuddered, and began to drag herself to her feet. As animated as she was in life, but so far removed from anything alive. Dark, dangerous pride in his heart, Diablos knew this was his gift, but an oh-so dreadful folly.

by BoneBirds

by hexc0141f

By Mikixen.

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