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Vlorica

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The Sanguine Queen

Motifer

Sanguine Multimist

Energy: 47/50

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Length

4.66 m

Wingspan

5.84 m

Weight

813.25 kg

Genetics

Maroon
Piebald

Blood
Paint

Slate
Crackle

Hatchday

Apr 08, 2018
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Plague
Pastel

Level 16 Skydancer

EXP: 11442 / 71966

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VLORICA

The Sanguine Queen

B I O G R A P H Y

“Blood and death were the blessings that were given when she first time opened her eyes. Piled and shattered bodies formed her cradle. Her lullaby was written by the war cry, announced the birth of the cursed one.” ——- unnamed

Vlorica is the dragon who was born at a dark time of the fourth age, it was dragons in different flights kept suspicion and prejudice against the other dragons from different flights. The conflicts between deities could still not be solved even after their long time and constant wars. Many outsiders who were from another different element were discriminated against by aboriginals while more and more dragons started to travel or move to different elemental terrains. Contradiction, prejudice, and racial conflict are more and more obvious that bring out violence. Wars outbroke from everywhere like the blood rain fell from the sky. In this dark age, Vlorica was born. Many dragons said she was reborn from death. But she didn’t think so. Although the only thing that was known to her was that she stood up from piled and shattered dead bodies that almost buried her, blood disseminated every piece of her feather. Part of her memory was lost, and she forgot part of her past experience but still could exactly remember her name. However, much knowledge that she did not even know appeared in her mind. The power in her body was much stronger. She wasn't sure if she died once. However, in the future of her life, more and more dragons called her reborn “the birth”. However, she knew how she was born and the clan she had. She fought the wars in the Plaguebringer's name and her clan in great faith.

Dawn Of Blood

Soaring in the sky above the battlefield, I can hear large booms of explosive magic drummed irregularly with the beats of my wings and the rush of wind past my ears. Even up here, I can hear the piercing sound of metal against metal, and the screams of the wounded as they fell by sword, magic, arrows, and claws. I could see them everywhere, swarms of flashing lights, dust, and blood. The agony, fear, and wrath unleashed by other dragons hit constantly on the gem on my forehead like war drums. Every sound and vision irritates the bloodthirst inside of me; I feel the blood pounding in my chest and my power flowing inside me like waves continually knocking and dashing upon the rock. How foolish was I, how I was afraid of battle previously, but now....."Everything is different," I thought. A scornful smile appeared on my face.

“In the name of Plaguebringer.” I whispered, in the wind.

An enemy Guardian warrior flew towards me as the wind blew under his wings. His size is almost two to three times as larger as me, the smooth moonlight shines on his scales.

He attacked first, breathing the poison fog of nature. I beat my wings and dashed down, dodging before the fog reached me. Then I attack him with magic. The power of plague gathered in my claw, with the chanting of the spell, a bone spear covered by dark red mix greenish colored death fire shooting to his throat. He flapped his wings and tried to dodge it, the spear missed him but still left a painful wound on his neck caused by the ghost fire.

He stumbled a bit in the air but still wanted to grapple me with his claw. I summoned a shield made of a reddish membrane that blocked the attack and made me flee from his attack after the shield tore. Because of the wound on his neck, his neck becomes stiffer and harder to turn, I will dodge his breath attack more easily.

When I wanted to attack him again, a dangerous feeling approached my back. A fae mage, a tome in one of her claws, shot the nature bolt by the other claw. I dodged her nature bolt, the fog came to me. I created the shield to block the breath, however, the nature bolt came again and I couldn't dodge it.

The nature bolt tears my flesh, the pain is like a knife piercing into my flesh, I feel the anger and rage inside me. The Plaguebriner's voice echoed in my mind as I recognized the knowledge I had, I raised the dead bodies to join the fight.

The fight was intense. The nature magic of the fae caused me a lot of problems and the guardian was always protecting her made those dead bodies my attack couldn't reach her, but it didn’t enough to kill me. With the distraction of the dead bodies I rose and my attack, even the fae didn’t get a chance to heal her companion. Finally, I found a deadly opportunity.

While the fae is busy dealing with her enemies, the guardian’s attack made a small mistake. Because of the wound on his neck, he could not turn his neck very well. I flew over his head and planted a deadly seed in his neck.

Withered red rose with iron-colored thorns which carried deadly disease emerged from underneath the scales of the guardian, growing fast and tied his body and absorbing his life force. He screamed and fell from the sky. I didn’t want to give him any chance to break free and the scream probably was the last thought in his life as the disease quickly invaded his brain and nervous system. Then I heard the fae screams. I grin, raise my claw and the dead guardian's body spares his wings again, I saw surprise in fae’s eyes and suddenly turn into despair and fear. Because she saw the guardian revived, but with empty, hungry eyes. His smooth scales in the old days now became gory and dripping mucus. She ran away. That guardian with other dead bodies I rose, chased her down, and killed her. Then she fell from the sky.

Far from a distance, a nature dragon saw the fae fall and the guardian became a zombie and turned to them, she screamed and yelled something. Seeing this, the enemy dragons in panic, and started to flee from the battlefield. The plague dragons began to chase them until they vanished in sight.

The sun rose, and as the first ray of dawn broke the darkness, I walked through the piled bodies on the battlefield. Now I am a new individual, by the gift, also a curse given by the mother of the plague dragons. As I look at the horizon, the power and the bloodlust still fill my heart. No matter who I was, my life is different now.

Bio template by Mibella, find it here.

Art by @Temere

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