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Personal Style

Apparel

Burnished Gold Belt
Burnished Gold Boots
Burnished Gold Gauntlets
Burnished Gold Gorget
Burnished Gold Pauldrons
Burnished Gold Tail Cuffs

Skin

Scene

Measurements

Length
21.66 m
Wingspan
14.78 m
Weight
5803.13 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Stone
Tiger
Stone
Tiger
Secondary Gene
Hunter
Stripes
Hunter
Stripes
Tertiary Gene
Murk
Basic
Murk
Basic

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jun 21, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Eye Type
Light
Uncommon
Level 4 Imperial
EXP: 766 / 4027
Scratch
Shred
STR
19
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
17
MND
6

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Parents

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Biography

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N A K A C H I

The Queen of the Order

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A warrior with great vigor and a past solider Nakachi has always been fighting. When she born, she opened her eyes to a landscape torn apart by sided ways, two clans of dragons battling for dominance, fuelled by accusations and stubbornness. Nakachi was immediately trained for her own defence, the original plan was that she would flee the battlefield along with her other sisters but instead, her skill and keen eyes kept her alive. She was given dark brown leather armour and flung into a sea of claws and fangs but once the fighting was finished and the hour of peace had been put in place Nakachi would sing. She sang of victory or war and winning, her enemies listened intently alongside her friends but then she would lower her violin and kill the familiar faces around her. When the war was done Nakachi felt hollow, there was no action anymore, she'd been born into the warrior name and now she could no longer be it?

So she left the battlefield, carrying her hip flag with her, the sigil of her clan painted on the tattered, ripped fabric. For every dragon of beast she found she fought, she loved loosing because she would learn how to defeat them the next time they met. During the journey words of her travelling battles and the bounty placed above her head by the rival clan, she stumbled on an order based entirely around fighting, so she fought quickly realizing that these dragons carried no respect or loyalty instead simple spite and anger. Once the war was over Nakachi rose from the battelfeild, shedding blood like a snakes skin, peeling away to reveal her undug armour. Now Queen of the Order she fight for peace and order, representing that a blade is always double edges one side can save the other can kill.



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Legend says a warrior's soul is in their hands.
the harder they are, the stronger the sword-
the softer they are, the deadlier the man.
her hands are pitted, her skin dry. her fingernails
set in cracked and bloody beds.
once she used to gnaw at them until they split
and broke like nut-fruit-
now they break all on their own, and she's lost her taste
for skin.
lost her taste for everything but gold.

gold in the eyes of the dead.
gold in the hearts of the living.

it glints around her neck, her wrists, her legs.
she limps with the weight of it,
she fights with more handicap than any who stand
before her.
how could they understand?
it runs in her skin like live wires,
firing and crackling and shivering.
the need. the drive. the hunger. the want.
she runs and runs and runs and
never gets farther away.
she hunts and never forgets.
how could she?
her mistakes are tattooed on the backs of
her eyelids,
changing colors every time the sun rises.
once she was different. once she was naive.
never again she promises herself.
this time will be different. this time. this time.

food turns to ashes.
drink turns to dust.
lives borne of lashes on shoulders on guilt
on weakness on terror on pain.
her sword in its scabbard, her mind on the fence--
when she bathes the water can't take her away.
always the lingering. always the want.

i will finish this, she says, late at night
as she stares at the ceiling.
one more battle. one more draw.
one more sink of the blade.
i will end it if it is the last thing i do.

but end what? end what?

how does it feel, they ask her,
in her dreams, the dead ones,
to be orphaned by your own hand.
and she has nothing to say, because
what can one really say to that?
-SkyTreader197

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