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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
21.66 m
Wingspan
14.78 m
Weight
5803.13 kg
Genetics
Stone
Tiger
Tiger
Hunter
Stripes
Stripes
Murk
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Imperial
EXP: 766 / 4027
STR
19
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
17
MND
6
Biography
N A K A C H I
The Queen of the Order |
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S T O R Y
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. |
P O E M
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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