Aoh
(#41015489)
Level 1 Mirror
Familiar
Aquarius
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.15 m
Wingspan
5.54 m
Weight
452.08 kg
Genetics
Algae
Speckle
Speckle
Clay
Current
Current
Sanguine
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
A O H
UNDEAD COMPANION
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» To put it bluntly, Aoh's brains melted out of his ears long ago. He is essentially an animal, acting solely on instinct, however...there is still the spark of a dragon's soul in there, yearning to belong. He speaks no Draconic, so his name "Aoh" is an approximation of the groan he emitted when first asked his name. » He came to the clan as fodder, to be trained and sent to another deity for money. But when the time came to exalt him, he was rejected by the deity. He had no soul with which to ascend to the realm of the gods and assist his deity, so he was left here in Sornieth, and found a home with the Winged Pig Clan. » Being extremely infectious and unpredictable, Aoh is not welcome aboard the Potbelly. Instead, he remains at Homegrounds, assisting Cyan with guarding the territory. » Aoh's only friend is Cyan, a Snapper with tough, rocky skin that can withstand his occasional bites. Aoh may not be able to speak, but he is a great listener, making him a perfect match for the rambling Snapper. |
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(PG13: Possible trigger warning: Blood/Gore/Implied violence)
Everything is wrong, nothing is right.
There's just skin and bones now. A shell. A vessel to house the never ending hunger and need to eat. To feast. To gorge. Feet shuffle, stumble, scuffle along the ground with the tail dragging behind. Eyes no longer truly see, and yet they somehow latch onto movement, to color, to life. Life. It has none, but it craves it. As if by devouring life of another will somehow infuse its empty being with feeling, with meaning, with something.
With anything.
Something moves. It darts away, but the sight was seen, and attention was snared. It's hard to roar when one's jaw is slack and drool continually slips free. It still has teeth though, rotting, blackened, but razor sharp all the same. Teeth and talons. It can still use these things, not because it remembers what they are for, but because instinct drives it. The muscles remember, the brain does not.
Life is faded, unjust. It's nothing more than an old crumpled up paper of a memory tossed about in the wind along a deserted street. The feet continue to walk, the wings continue to twitch, and it continues to feed wherever possible. The moment it can sink its teeth into something warm, fresh, alive, it can feel again. It can, for the briefest of moments, catch a tiny spark of life.
It wriggles maggot-like, eating through flesh and sinew. There's a flash behind the unseeing shutters over its eyes, a glimpse of what it used to be. A father, a mother, a son, a daughter, something alive and worthy. Even though the spark is fleeting, ebbing away before the heart stops beating and the blood stops blowing, it's enough. Enough to keep the feet moving, the wings twitching. Shuffling, stumbling, scuffling along the ground, waiting for another movement to catch its eye, a chance at another piece of life it can never truly have again.
In those brief moments, it's more than skin and bones.
Everything is right, nothing is wrong.
Lair of Origin: SakemeRoze #90311
Clans infected: DragonOfMind #158868 // SenseiSpider #119149 // SommerBee #303221
If you no longer want this dragon, please spread the infection or send it back to DragonofMind!
2016 Forum: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drt/1912176
Story by: PashaDreaming #66561
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RELATIONS - » Friend - Cyan Rambling Guardian |
 OTHER NOTES - » Plans: Gotta breed him! » Picked up as fodder, kept for his rad lore. » He is a descendant from the 2016 Zombie Outbreak. |
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automated bio template by squidragon | thingy by osiem | not responsible for any injuries caused by browser display differences
Art by me!
(PG13: Possible trigger warning: Blood/Gore/Implied violence)
Everything is wrong, nothing is right.
There's just skin and bones now. A shell. A vessel to house the never ending hunger and need to eat. To feast. To gorge. Feet shuffle, stumble, scuffle along the ground with the tail dragging behind. Eyes no longer truly see, and yet they somehow latch onto movement, to color, to life. Life. It has none, but it craves it. As if by devouring life of another will somehow infuse its empty being with feeling, with meaning, with something.
With anything.
Something moves. It darts away, but the sight was seen, and attention was snared. It's hard to roar when one's jaw is slack and drool continually slips free. It still has teeth though, rotting, blackened, but razor sharp all the same. Teeth and talons. It can still use these things, not because it remembers what they are for, but because instinct drives it. The muscles remember, the brain does not.
Life is faded, unjust. It's nothing more than an old crumpled up paper of a memory tossed about in the wind along a deserted street. The feet continue to walk, the wings continue to twitch, and it continues to feed wherever possible. The moment it can sink its teeth into something warm, fresh, alive, it can feel again. It can, for the briefest of moments, catch a tiny spark of life.
It wriggles maggot-like, eating through flesh and sinew. There's a flash behind the unseeing shutters over its eyes, a glimpse of what it used to be. A father, a mother, a son, a daughter, something alive and worthy. Even though the spark is fleeting, ebbing away before the heart stops beating and the blood stops blowing, it's enough. Enough to keep the feet moving, the wings twitching. Shuffling, stumbling, scuffling along the ground, waiting for another movement to catch its eye, a chance at another piece of life it can never truly have again.
In those brief moments, it's more than skin and bones.
Everything is right, nothing is wrong.
Lair of Origin: SakemeRoze #90311
Clans infected: DragonOfMind #158868 // SenseiSpider #119149 // SommerBee #303221
If you no longer want this dragon, please spread the infection or send it back to DragonofMind!
2016 Forum: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drt/1912176
Story by: PashaDreaming #66561
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