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Darkclaw

(#41535015)

I'll sharpen my claws and then we'll talk.

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

6.65 m

Wingspan

7.53 m

Weight

451.55 kg

Genetics

Periwinkle
Poison

Moon
Spinner

Mulberry
Ghost

Hatchday

May 08, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Shadow
Common

Level 1 Mirror

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

Darkclaw
{dark-claw}
Fighter

Nicknames: n/a
f. claws used for fighting
• bought

song title
by artist

► S T O R I E S
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► C H A R A C T E R
Most of the time Darkclaw is a capable dragon. She can handle any task given to her, provided she actually wants to do it. Due to her position as the guard to the main family, and just in general, she's alert and focused.

But while she's good at protecting the main family, her unlikeable personality and domineering, combative nature drives most away. At times she can be egocentric, especially when it comes to her abilities. She can also be petty over small things.

► H I S T O R Y
After a fight with her home Shadow clan, Darkclaw decided it was time to leave. She'd been looking for a while, fighting her way from clan to clan, not really fitting in anywhere. It had been hard for her to just make friends; it was never really her strong suit.

Recently she had encountered Zhinoirn, a Spiral with odd getup, during her hunting trip. The Spiral, as they usually are, bounced around, but during her rave, she told Darkclaw about the clan she was currently residing in. Bloodfang.

Despite the name, it wasn't as ruthless as it seemed. The matriarch, a Guardian called Skyway, looked upon her with interested. Darkclaw watched as the leaders' pretty sky-based colors fanned out with her crests, dropping some of her apparel. A dragon ready to do battle.

The dragon lunged but Darkclaw was swift, dodging and attacking with the same breath. Her enhanced claws struck her side, leaving a gash. The tall Guardian shook off the blow, barely phased, it seemed. Darkclaw liked her attitude. But with that attitude came a relentless fight.

They fought for a while, the sun falling and the moon rising with their battle. Once more the Guardian shook off the attacks, but she was haggard. Breathing heavy. Crests hugged close to her frame. She was weak.

Darkclaw hissed. She, too, was haggard and in pain, but she would not go down. Not right now. Not yet. Fight til her last breath!

It was here the Guardian bowed, resting her head upon the ground. The territory of the Windsinger. Her home. "Join me and my clan, Darkclaw. You are a formidable fighter, an ally to those close and a ferocious enemy to those afar. We need more fighters like you."

Darkclaw relaxed her wings, resting them against her body. A very odd way to introduce someone to a clan. "What if I refuse?"

"Then you refuse. But we fight til one of us concedes."

"I like your way of thinking. You need protection. Consider me one of your fighters."

INVENTORY

► R E L A T I O N S H I P S

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► S T A T S & A B I L I T I E S

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