Azrael
(#43524814)
Level 17 Imperial
Familiar
Nochnyr
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
30.19 m
Wingspan
23.13 m
Weight
7321.99 kg
Genetics
Garnet
Metallic
Metallic
Sanguine
Bee
Bee
Garnet
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 17 Imperial
EXP: 34394 / 81619
STR
97
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
32
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
THIS IS A MESS I'M- I'LL GET TO IT ONE DAY I SWEAR
death cometh
the light... it is so beautiful, it hurts.
Azrael: The Stigmatized Reaper
The literal dopest thing i've ever heard y'all he's got a THEME SONG NOW HE CAN BE TRUE ANIME by Halidom
insert lore here because i am bad and i neglect my children
notes (different things i've come up with summarizing him for a billion people, they are all exactly the same yet different):
Azrael's the angel of death and takes souls from the body at the command of God. His katana executes bad souls and sends them to hell, but he also visits the mortal realm to save souls as well, often serving as a protector or procuring gems from Somewhere. he's a little lonely and misunderstood due to his daunting and atypical dress but he's at peace with hisboyfriend partner and his job, even if it alienates him from the other angels and he sees grim things all the time.
he is not exactly like the biblical/Qu'ran azrael since i've mixed together chinese folk religion as well in that he instead decides which souls have to.be sent to Hell, and the worthy ones are reincarnated, so he not only takes life, but he also breathes new life into a being. i would say his personality is rather stoic, majestic, and although he is quiet, you can sense his power.
azrael is the angel of death and holy judgement, so he breathes life into beings with good souls and executes the bad ones to send to hell. but it's not that clean cut! he's very kind, empathetic, and fair even though he's not very delicate or friendly, and when he judges you he looks through your entire soul and judges fairly. sometimes he visits dragons who are not yet due for their death to save them from bad fates by lending them the help they need or arranging them back onto the good and righteous path. he's all about fairness and love, though he's got a harsh edge. after all, good can come from anyone, and he proves that even if the other angels alienate him.
probably narcissistic about his BEAUTIFUL hair
he is a Spicy Boyfriend
Azrael- Angel of Death, takes the souls of the deceased from their bodies at the command of God.
don't be fooled, it's really just yasuo
M7 BABIEEEEEEEEEEEE
theme:
by DragonJade
Azrael to a phony psychic
A grim-looking imperial emerges from the silence beyond the unsuspecting skydancer's self-made entrepreneurship, his gaze penetrating and his movements confident. He walks heavily as if carrying the weight of a thousand souls, but the world around him seems as if bending to his will. His eyes sweep the sign, the stand, and the skydancer's guileless beaming face slowly before speaking, his voice low, strong, and intimidating.
"... A thousand treasure for a gem? What have you mortals been doing to the economy... I suppose it is of no matter to me. Here, have two thousand, and make what you will of me." The skydancer leapt up with a happy flutter of her wings, gleeful for the tip, but what the dragon did next made her jaw drop.
From his palm, he let an impossible amount of gems drop onto and into the false psychic's stall, the number of them nearly crowding her out of her small stand. She yelps as her front body is jostled out of her stand, fortunately finding footing before slipping out completely. This new position brought her nose directly in front of the imperial's, who looked down at her in a silent command.
"Well?"
from WavesofPeace
"Well, first I must get in a more comfortable position, if you please." Another trickster, out to make her life miserable, she bet. Summoned a bunch of rocks in her stall, and made them look like gems, most likely. Why can't she just have a more peaceful life, getting the money she needs to get by and nothing more?
SeaBreeze climbed out of her stall and onto the ground, but found herself unable to meet her customer in the eyes, so she settled for climbing on top of her stand, using the canvas top as a sort of hammock, and talking from that point. "And, yes, the economy truly is something else, but one has to adapt to get by, am I right?" She settled for resting her head on one claw, and saved gesturing to the other one. "You seem quite old indeed, Garnet-hued one. I sense an air of importance around you, as if you pride in your work or life. My sight grants me no opinion of particular success in the future as far as I can see, though no ill fates shall befall either. If you love your work as much as I'm being told you do, then keep pursuing it, and you shall be fine."
me again:
The skydancer finishes with a quick rapping of her claws against the top of her stand, perched casually. The imperial's warm breath billowed in her face. He stayed silent for a moment longer, looking at the psychic though she did not meet his gaze.
"My turn. I see sadness in your soul, living day to day without promise of the next, succumbing to lying to others in order to receive what you do not deserve. You are a fighter, albeit not an honest one."
"I will assure you of one thing, false one. I am no trickster as you are, and it's time you stop this way of life if you wish for salvation." At those words, the katana at his side seemed to pulse slightly, an invisible wave of energy cutting through the skydancer's bones, almost as a preemptive ghost.
She startled from the sensation, eyes shooting up and accidentally meeting his. The two pupils glowed, fiery red under his mask, radiating omen and power. Each stayed caught in the other's gaze for a world's heartbeat until the imperial unexpectedly softened, light of the pupils dimming.
He straightens up and stretches his wings out slightly, and only then does his armor clink a little, his katana scraping the dirt gently. It made him seem much more real, somehow.
"The gems are real. Use them wisely, and when we meet again I hope I can greet you with a smile."
He turned to leave, but before he did he snapped his claws once and a large chest appeared next to the stall and all the gems flew into it. In the same beat that the chest closes with a whump, the imperial disappears.
by Sillywinter
azrael to erzulie, a pirate
A giant dragon appears at the entrance of the tavern, ducking naturally without pause in order to not catch his antlers on the rim. His person seems heavy, adorned in a full set of armor, yet his feet do not make a sound on the creaky, wooden floor of the tavern. His head turns slowly without looking to the pirate, who was sitting on a stool with a frothing mug in one hand. He takes one, two, three steps towards the pirate and stopped, still once more. The space around him distends and swirls invisibly.
He stands silently, looking down at the coatl. Low pinpricks of red light glow from behind his mask. He is completely still. Finally, he speaks, his voice quiet and low in a calculated way.
"Hello... Miss Erzulie is it? I hear you've got quite the eye for telling a dragon's story. Would you like to try mine?"
azrael to nebula, a smol creepy child in the woods
The imperial chuckles softly at the little dragon who has now clambered up next to his giant arm, smiling cutely, her breath making little puffs of vapor in the chilly night of the forest, though she did not seem to feel it either. When he speaks, it matches the same privacy as hers, so the forest could not listen in.
"Not very nice of them to do that, was it? Do not worry small one, I will not scream at the sight of such a Good dragon as you. As for where I come from... somewhere very, very far away, beyond the highest clouds or the deepest earth. More vitally, where did you come from? A Good dragon like you should not walk alone.
SillyWinter:
"Hm," NEBULA hums, smiling a bit. "Oh! I'm not alone! You're just at the outskirts of the White Wood. I mean, I shouldn't be here, but no one is stopping me this time." She giggles, scooting closer to him. "I like you." She declares proudly. "You smell nice, not as rank as the Queen's mutt, and your hair is prettier than... I probably shouldn't say it. But anyways, you're a lot nicer!" The hatching pauses for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next. "You know, I wouldn't follow the path you take. Not everyone in White Wood is as nice as you. And although you're really strong, I'm afraid some are stronger." She smiles again however, another giggle bubbling up her throat. "You can take another path though!"
azrael to hugo, an eternally young gift granter and his guardians, who are soul eaters
The giant imperial approaches Hugo as he is playing in the meadow, his movements silent and his form still despite the pleasant breeze. Two dragons lounge nearby with wisps of souls swirling around them as they watch over their son. Now that won't do. No, that won't do at all.
"Hello, small Hugo, or perhaps not... do you age, my Good one? And... look here, your guardians? You are a lovely family. I come to ask for a small favor, only one, but before that, are you preferring banana taffy still?"
He opens his claw and a mound of assorted taffies appears in his grasp, technicolor and delicious-looking, with a few banana taffies in the assortment.
"I only ask because some days, we are just in the mood for something different, no?" Behind the mask, the imperial's gaze flickers to the pair of dragons briefly.
from EgoLobster
Hugo is unable to take his eyes off of the taffy, wonderful scents wafting from them. He smiles at the dragon, it seems he has already won Hugo over.
"I do like banana taffy still, but all taffy is great! Banana ones help me grant wishes, though." He says, his explanation illogical but still nonetheless understandable. He picks out a piece of banana taffy, and he thinks to himself, before glancing at his wings and palms.
"I don't think I grow up. My mom, before she died, made a wish of her own - I would live forever and never grow up, like Peter Pan! Wishmakers aren't supposed to grant their own wishes, as it kills them." He says, wringing his talons nervously.
He seems to not want to further discuss his past, as he quickly changes the subject.
"I can grant your wish! What is it you would like?" He asks, as the Skydancers approach and sit by his side.
me again
The imperial nods like he understands.
"That is a difficult thing to live through, but you are a kind soul and I expect you will help many dragons in your life. I come to ask for a bit of knowledge, if you do not mind."
He looks at the skydancers, who were sitting closer now as they wait for Hugo to use his powers. He could feel the weakened auras of the remnants of the souls swirling around them, could nearly taste it on his tongue of spirits cut from existence. The Good, Bad, none of them were in the right place, residing instead in the gullets of the two dragons.
He looks back down and Hugo and smiles through his eyes.
"Hugo, dear one, what happens to the souls you take for wishes?"
Egolobster
Hugo smiles.
"I've already helped lots of dragons! I'll help as many for I can, for all eternity!" He says happily.
"Also, sure! I can answer your questions!" He says, putting on a serious face and straightening himself, although it's quite clear that he's just trying to be more adultish.
Hugo thinks to himself as the question crosses his train of thought, and he answers it rather easily.
"Well, you see, my parents here are souls themselves - although, they're half on the plane of the living, half on the plane of the dead." He explains. "However, this means they are unable to eat anything on the plane of the living - and instead, usually have to eat the souls of other dragons, otherwise they'll starve eternally. It's not like they can just steal a dragon's soul though - they have to have the dragon's consent. And it doesn't kill the dragon, they just become kinda numb afterwards." He says, glancing at his parents.
"They're not bad dragons, but I grant bigger wishes for souls to keep them from starving. The more pure a soul is, which is told by how many good deeds a dragon does in their life, the more valuable and supposedly tasty it is. If we get lucky and get a really pure soul, we sell it to other dragons like my parents, and use the cash to buy lesser souls - which still fill you up as much as a pure soul, they just don't really taste good." He explains.
"Was there anything else you wished to know?"
me again:
"Interesting. Thank you for your time, Hugo. Not at the moment I do not have more questions, no, but if you wish for me to visit, I can certainly spare a bit of time for you and bring delicious taffies. I'm partial to strawberry flavor, myself."
The imperial, still holding his handful of taffies, stretches his hand towards Hugo.
"You may have them all. I am on a diet."
EgoLobster
"Strawberry taffies are good!" He said, nodding. "If you ever need anything, you know where to find me. Just bring me some taffy or a soul, and I can do whatever you need!" He said, grinning.
Hugo's eyes widened, and he slowly took the taffies, a thin smile upon his lips.
"Wow... Thanks! These all look so good! I owe you a favor - at least allow me to teleport you to where you need to go!" He said, grinning.
me
"Obviously. Home is... quite a ways from here, I am afraid. Unless you could send me back to Heaven, I shall simply have to take my own leave." He stretches out his blood red wings, preparing for take off.
At Hugo's words, the dragon paused. Anything you need.
"Actually... Hugo, is there anything I can do for you? You cannot grant your own wishes, but I can. Anything except bring back the dead." The skydancers, who had been bristling in fear of retaliation from the stranger at finding out about their identities, looked surprised at the offer, but the imperial seemed non-threatening for the moment being, or however non-threatening he could be, one supposes.
Azrael being judged by an evil clan (the leader's a demon)
The large imperial sniffs the air. Rot, misery, Sin. A good time to visit these dragons perhaps, and see if there is opportunity for salvation. The katana at Azrael's side pulses with energy. It senses it too, the need for force against souls who would not go willingly, eager to be put to use.
Yet... something else, Good, interwoven between the vileness, a complete juxtaposition. They would be more pleasant to survey first, certainly, but the angel has a job to do. He approaches the entrance, where the life-like statues crowned over him.
from SpicyTunaRoll
If it was possible, the air around the entrance grew even colder. Silence filled the air. Not even the sound of the blustering wind could be heard. Multiple sets of glowing eyes filled the dark chamber in front of Azrael. It seemed like the entire clan had been attracted to the surface by the power the angel exuded. The statues almost seemed to shift uncomfortably as a figure emerged from the depths.
More jaws and heads snapped out, teeth and claws bared in the desire for a fight. At a single glance from Apocalypse though, they submerged back into the darkness, taking to hissing and growling instead.
Only one followed. Silent. Deadly.
She simply stood behind the evil tyrant, glaring up at the imperial. Neither seemed daunted by his size. The red mirror placed her paw upon the cleaver on her side, ready to strike if needed.
"Fool..." came a heated hiss from the pale green maw.
"You dare to show your face here, pretty angel," she practically spat out the last word. Her lips peeled back into a vicious snarl. The shadowy vines that wrapped around her body moved of their own accord, flaring up as her anger boiled. As she touched upon the snow, smoke burned from under her sharp talons, yet no prints were left behind. Instead of walking, the demon skulked around as if the mere task were below her. Her claws shot out, grabbing up a chunk of Azrael's long mane.
"Get your filth out of here!" she roared, yanking down on the red hair.
"You make me sick with your shining armor and pitiful sword! Do you really think you can be rid of me and my followers?! You have no power here!" The dragons inside the cave started to stir again, their hissing growing louder.
"Try it," she challenged. She abhorred him. It was a deep set hatred that would never be sated.
me again:
The imperial smells her through his mask. His nose was not quite used to such a concentration of darkness in a soul, it palpitating and spreading to every dragon nearby. The clan's "life source", perhaps?
When he saw the smoke emanating from her footsteps that left no prints, he nodded to himself in understanding. She was a demon, his enemy on par with him in power. Yet, a demon could ascend to an angel, just as much as an angel could corrupt to a demon.
When the mirror lashed a claw out to tug at his mane, his talons reached up just as swiftly to catch her forearm, twisting it firmly back down. The red mirror behind her drew her cleaver swiftly, teeth bared in aggression as she pounces on the imperial.
The angel's eyes' persistent glow intensified into a beam as he caught the warrior in mid-air, suspending her there, she glaring and spitting at him, trying to fight against the invisible force. The clan, sheathed in shadows, grows restless at the display, but were hesitant to interfere.
His one arm still held down the leader's, and he looks back down at her and speaks once more, his tone never changing: "I do not wish to be rid of you, I wish the world to be rid of the Evil inside you. Who instilled it there, deep in your aching heart? You have one, I am sure."
from SpicyTunaRoll
Apocalypse didn't seem perturbed by the large paw holding hers down. In fact, she was grinning, showing all of her sharp, pointed teeth. Those fangs parted as if to speak, but all that erupted from her was a sharp laugh. As if possessed, the mirror fell into a fit of taunting laughter.
The dragons who had been biding their time inside started to creep out again. War, the red mirror now suspended in the air, barked out an order in a language their pack had created. Not even The Followers knew what Apocalypse and her Riders said to each other when they used it. Three more mirrors shot out of the cave, strategically placing themselves around the intruder.
That was all the rest needed. A hoard of dragons spilled from the lair, screeching and clawing at their own brethren to get at the imperial. They did not attack, but created a tight circle around Azrael. Dragons ranging from large imperials to the smallest skydancer were prickled and ready for a fight. Steam poured from their scales as their warm bodies came in contact with the frigid air outside. With the cover of more dragons, the rest of the Riders darted around, not staying in one area for too long. They chirped and clicked at each other, using their odd form of communication to keep a general idea of where the others were.
Apocalypse was finally starting to compose herself, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes with her free paw.
"There is no evil within me," she chuckled, her tongue lashing over her teeth.
"I AM Evil itself! I am the one hatchlings and dragons alike fear! I am the darkness and the monster within! I am the bane of all that is good!" The demon was screeching by this point.
"You cannot banish that which does not possess!" Whether what she said was true or not, Apocalypse believed every word she spat out.
"So, angel... Do you still wish to save my poor heart?!" She wrenched her talons from Azrael's grasp and snatched up his claws, placing them over her chest in a bold show. There was no heartbeat within her ribs. She was cold as the ice around them.
Azrael to a criminal
The imperial seemed impervious to the hooded dragon's threat, instead looking down at her silently with glowing red eyes, glinting behind his mask. The katana at his side let out a pulse of invisible energy as he stepped leisurely closer, his movements calculated, not a leaf stirring around him. If concentrating hard enough, one would feel an inexplicable tug towards the large dragon, so potent was his aura. The air hums.
He speaks the same way he walks, unhurried, quiet, every word exuding power and omen: "Who I am does not matter, for now. Shall you tell- or, rather, show- me why they call you the 'Blood Spirit?'"
from MaplesHaiku
The nocturne was enthralled by the strange energy the large imperial possessed. The way he moved was impressive, not even making a single sound as he lumbered towards her. She lifted her head as he started speaking. This was a powerful dragon indeed. She tilted her head after he finished. "You wish to know why I am the Blood Spirit? I can give you a demonstration."
The Blood Spirit flew up to a tree branch and landed on it, searching the Tangled Wood for a dragon. In the distance, a dragon, a mirror dragon, was happily treading through it. She gestured for the imperial to follow him, and she started flying, a dark shape in the night sky. Landing in another tree closer to the mirror, she watched him. The nocturne smiled. He was alone, it seems. Focusing on the mirror, several beams of light appeared around him. At first, he was alarmed, and started started to panic. He ran into one of the beams, stunning him briefly.
She took this chance to strike. Leaping from the branch, she attacked the mirror from behind, and dug her claws into the back of his neck. The mirror let out a screech of pain, but it stopped abruptly as a snap was heard. He fell on the ground, dead.
The Blood Spirit returned to where the imperial was watching. "Do you see why I am called the 'Blood Spirit' now? " She was confident the dragon would understand, but at the same time, she felt quite intimidated by him as he stared at her with those red, glowing eyes.
me
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death cometh
the light... it is so beautiful, it hurts.
Azrael: The Stigmatized Reaper
The literal dopest thing i've ever heard y'all he's got a THEME SONG NOW HE CAN BE TRUE ANIME by Halidom
insert lore here because i am bad and i neglect my children
notes (different things i've come up with summarizing him for a billion people, they are all exactly the same yet different):
Azrael's the angel of death and takes souls from the body at the command of God. His katana executes bad souls and sends them to hell, but he also visits the mortal realm to save souls as well, often serving as a protector or procuring gems from Somewhere. he's a little lonely and misunderstood due to his daunting and atypical dress but he's at peace with his
he is not exactly like the biblical/Qu'ran azrael since i've mixed together chinese folk religion as well in that he instead decides which souls have to.be sent to Hell, and the worthy ones are reincarnated, so he not only takes life, but he also breathes new life into a being. i would say his personality is rather stoic, majestic, and although he is quiet, you can sense his power.
azrael is the angel of death and holy judgement, so he breathes life into beings with good souls and executes the bad ones to send to hell. but it's not that clean cut! he's very kind, empathetic, and fair even though he's not very delicate or friendly, and when he judges you he looks through your entire soul and judges fairly. sometimes he visits dragons who are not yet due for their death to save them from bad fates by lending them the help they need or arranging them back onto the good and righteous path. he's all about fairness and love, though he's got a harsh edge. after all, good can come from anyone, and he proves that even if the other angels alienate him.
probably narcissistic about his BEAUTIFUL hair
he is a Spicy Boyfriend
Azrael- Angel of Death, takes the souls of the deceased from their bodies at the command of God.
don't be fooled, it's really just yasuo
M7 BABIEEEEEEEEEEEEtheme:
by DragonJadeAzrael to a phony psychic
A grim-looking imperial emerges from the silence beyond the unsuspecting skydancer's self-made entrepreneurship, his gaze penetrating and his movements confident. He walks heavily as if carrying the weight of a thousand souls, but the world around him seems as if bending to his will. His eyes sweep the sign, the stand, and the skydancer's guileless beaming face slowly before speaking, his voice low, strong, and intimidating.
"... A thousand treasure for a gem? What have you mortals been doing to the economy... I suppose it is of no matter to me. Here, have two thousand, and make what you will of me." The skydancer leapt up with a happy flutter of her wings, gleeful for the tip, but what the dragon did next made her jaw drop.
From his palm, he let an impossible amount of gems drop onto and into the false psychic's stall, the number of them nearly crowding her out of her small stand. She yelps as her front body is jostled out of her stand, fortunately finding footing before slipping out completely. This new position brought her nose directly in front of the imperial's, who looked down at her in a silent command.
"Well?"
from WavesofPeace
"Well, first I must get in a more comfortable position, if you please." Another trickster, out to make her life miserable, she bet. Summoned a bunch of rocks in her stall, and made them look like gems, most likely. Why can't she just have a more peaceful life, getting the money she needs to get by and nothing more?
SeaBreeze climbed out of her stall and onto the ground, but found herself unable to meet her customer in the eyes, so she settled for climbing on top of her stand, using the canvas top as a sort of hammock, and talking from that point. "And, yes, the economy truly is something else, but one has to adapt to get by, am I right?" She settled for resting her head on one claw, and saved gesturing to the other one. "You seem quite old indeed, Garnet-hued one. I sense an air of importance around you, as if you pride in your work or life. My sight grants me no opinion of particular success in the future as far as I can see, though no ill fates shall befall either. If you love your work as much as I'm being told you do, then keep pursuing it, and you shall be fine."
me again:
The skydancer finishes with a quick rapping of her claws against the top of her stand, perched casually. The imperial's warm breath billowed in her face. He stayed silent for a moment longer, looking at the psychic though she did not meet his gaze.
"My turn. I see sadness in your soul, living day to day without promise of the next, succumbing to lying to others in order to receive what you do not deserve. You are a fighter, albeit not an honest one."
"I will assure you of one thing, false one. I am no trickster as you are, and it's time you stop this way of life if you wish for salvation." At those words, the katana at his side seemed to pulse slightly, an invisible wave of energy cutting through the skydancer's bones, almost as a preemptive ghost.
She startled from the sensation, eyes shooting up and accidentally meeting his. The two pupils glowed, fiery red under his mask, radiating omen and power. Each stayed caught in the other's gaze for a world's heartbeat until the imperial unexpectedly softened, light of the pupils dimming.
He straightens up and stretches his wings out slightly, and only then does his armor clink a little, his katana scraping the dirt gently. It made him seem much more real, somehow.
"The gems are real. Use them wisely, and when we meet again I hope I can greet you with a smile."
He turned to leave, but before he did he snapped his claws once and a large chest appeared next to the stall and all the gems flew into it. In the same beat that the chest closes with a whump, the imperial disappears.
by Sillywinterazrael to erzulie, a pirate
A giant dragon appears at the entrance of the tavern, ducking naturally without pause in order to not catch his antlers on the rim. His person seems heavy, adorned in a full set of armor, yet his feet do not make a sound on the creaky, wooden floor of the tavern. His head turns slowly without looking to the pirate, who was sitting on a stool with a frothing mug in one hand. He takes one, two, three steps towards the pirate and stopped, still once more. The space around him distends and swirls invisibly.
He stands silently, looking down at the coatl. Low pinpricks of red light glow from behind his mask. He is completely still. Finally, he speaks, his voice quiet and low in a calculated way.
"Hello... Miss Erzulie is it? I hear you've got quite the eye for telling a dragon's story. Would you like to try mine?"
azrael to nebula, a smol creepy child in the woods
The imperial chuckles softly at the little dragon who has now clambered up next to his giant arm, smiling cutely, her breath making little puffs of vapor in the chilly night of the forest, though she did not seem to feel it either. When he speaks, it matches the same privacy as hers, so the forest could not listen in.
"Not very nice of them to do that, was it? Do not worry small one, I will not scream at the sight of such a Good dragon as you. As for where I come from... somewhere very, very far away, beyond the highest clouds or the deepest earth. More vitally, where did you come from? A Good dragon like you should not walk alone.
SillyWinter:
"Hm," NEBULA hums, smiling a bit. "Oh! I'm not alone! You're just at the outskirts of the White Wood. I mean, I shouldn't be here, but no one is stopping me this time." She giggles, scooting closer to him. "I like you." She declares proudly. "You smell nice, not as rank as the Queen's mutt, and your hair is prettier than... I probably shouldn't say it. But anyways, you're a lot nicer!" The hatching pauses for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next. "You know, I wouldn't follow the path you take. Not everyone in White Wood is as nice as you. And although you're really strong, I'm afraid some are stronger." She smiles again however, another giggle bubbling up her throat. "You can take another path though!"
azrael to hugo, an eternally young gift granter and his guardians, who are soul eaters
The giant imperial approaches Hugo as he is playing in the meadow, his movements silent and his form still despite the pleasant breeze. Two dragons lounge nearby with wisps of souls swirling around them as they watch over their son. Now that won't do. No, that won't do at all.
"Hello, small Hugo, or perhaps not... do you age, my Good one? And... look here, your guardians? You are a lovely family. I come to ask for a small favor, only one, but before that, are you preferring banana taffy still?"
He opens his claw and a mound of assorted taffies appears in his grasp, technicolor and delicious-looking, with a few banana taffies in the assortment.
"I only ask because some days, we are just in the mood for something different, no?" Behind the mask, the imperial's gaze flickers to the pair of dragons briefly.
from EgoLobster
Hugo is unable to take his eyes off of the taffy, wonderful scents wafting from them. He smiles at the dragon, it seems he has already won Hugo over.
"I do like banana taffy still, but all taffy is great! Banana ones help me grant wishes, though." He says, his explanation illogical but still nonetheless understandable. He picks out a piece of banana taffy, and he thinks to himself, before glancing at his wings and palms.
"I don't think I grow up. My mom, before she died, made a wish of her own - I would live forever and never grow up, like Peter Pan! Wishmakers aren't supposed to grant their own wishes, as it kills them." He says, wringing his talons nervously.
He seems to not want to further discuss his past, as he quickly changes the subject.
"I can grant your wish! What is it you would like?" He asks, as the Skydancers approach and sit by his side.
me again
The imperial nods like he understands.
"That is a difficult thing to live through, but you are a kind soul and I expect you will help many dragons in your life. I come to ask for a bit of knowledge, if you do not mind."
He looks at the skydancers, who were sitting closer now as they wait for Hugo to use his powers. He could feel the weakened auras of the remnants of the souls swirling around them, could nearly taste it on his tongue of spirits cut from existence. The Good, Bad, none of them were in the right place, residing instead in the gullets of the two dragons.
He looks back down and Hugo and smiles through his eyes.
"Hugo, dear one, what happens to the souls you take for wishes?"
Egolobster
Hugo smiles.
"I've already helped lots of dragons! I'll help as many for I can, for all eternity!" He says happily.
"Also, sure! I can answer your questions!" He says, putting on a serious face and straightening himself, although it's quite clear that he's just trying to be more adultish.
Hugo thinks to himself as the question crosses his train of thought, and he answers it rather easily.
"Well, you see, my parents here are souls themselves - although, they're half on the plane of the living, half on the plane of the dead." He explains. "However, this means they are unable to eat anything on the plane of the living - and instead, usually have to eat the souls of other dragons, otherwise they'll starve eternally. It's not like they can just steal a dragon's soul though - they have to have the dragon's consent. And it doesn't kill the dragon, they just become kinda numb afterwards." He says, glancing at his parents.
"They're not bad dragons, but I grant bigger wishes for souls to keep them from starving. The more pure a soul is, which is told by how many good deeds a dragon does in their life, the more valuable and supposedly tasty it is. If we get lucky and get a really pure soul, we sell it to other dragons like my parents, and use the cash to buy lesser souls - which still fill you up as much as a pure soul, they just don't really taste good." He explains.
"Was there anything else you wished to know?"
me again:
"Interesting. Thank you for your time, Hugo. Not at the moment I do not have more questions, no, but if you wish for me to visit, I can certainly spare a bit of time for you and bring delicious taffies. I'm partial to strawberry flavor, myself."
The imperial, still holding his handful of taffies, stretches his hand towards Hugo.
"You may have them all. I am on a diet."
EgoLobster
"Strawberry taffies are good!" He said, nodding. "If you ever need anything, you know where to find me. Just bring me some taffy or a soul, and I can do whatever you need!" He said, grinning.
Hugo's eyes widened, and he slowly took the taffies, a thin smile upon his lips.
"Wow... Thanks! These all look so good! I owe you a favor - at least allow me to teleport you to where you need to go!" He said, grinning.
me
"Obviously. Home is... quite a ways from here, I am afraid. Unless you could send me back to Heaven, I shall simply have to take my own leave." He stretches out his blood red wings, preparing for take off.
At Hugo's words, the dragon paused. Anything you need.
"Actually... Hugo, is there anything I can do for you? You cannot grant your own wishes, but I can. Anything except bring back the dead." The skydancers, who had been bristling in fear of retaliation from the stranger at finding out about their identities, looked surprised at the offer, but the imperial seemed non-threatening for the moment being, or however non-threatening he could be, one supposes.
Azrael being judged by an evil clan (the leader's a demon)
The large imperial sniffs the air. Rot, misery, Sin. A good time to visit these dragons perhaps, and see if there is opportunity for salvation. The katana at Azrael's side pulses with energy. It senses it too, the need for force against souls who would not go willingly, eager to be put to use.
Yet... something else, Good, interwoven between the vileness, a complete juxtaposition. They would be more pleasant to survey first, certainly, but the angel has a job to do. He approaches the entrance, where the life-like statues crowned over him.
from SpicyTunaRoll
If it was possible, the air around the entrance grew even colder. Silence filled the air. Not even the sound of the blustering wind could be heard. Multiple sets of glowing eyes filled the dark chamber in front of Azrael. It seemed like the entire clan had been attracted to the surface by the power the angel exuded. The statues almost seemed to shift uncomfortably as a figure emerged from the depths.
More jaws and heads snapped out, teeth and claws bared in the desire for a fight. At a single glance from Apocalypse though, they submerged back into the darkness, taking to hissing and growling instead.
Only one followed. Silent. Deadly.
She simply stood behind the evil tyrant, glaring up at the imperial. Neither seemed daunted by his size. The red mirror placed her paw upon the cleaver on her side, ready to strike if needed.
"Fool..." came a heated hiss from the pale green maw.
"You dare to show your face here, pretty angel," she practically spat out the last word. Her lips peeled back into a vicious snarl. The shadowy vines that wrapped around her body moved of their own accord, flaring up as her anger boiled. As she touched upon the snow, smoke burned from under her sharp talons, yet no prints were left behind. Instead of walking, the demon skulked around as if the mere task were below her. Her claws shot out, grabbing up a chunk of Azrael's long mane.
"Get your filth out of here!" she roared, yanking down on the red hair.
"You make me sick with your shining armor and pitiful sword! Do you really think you can be rid of me and my followers?! You have no power here!" The dragons inside the cave started to stir again, their hissing growing louder.
"Try it," she challenged. She abhorred him. It was a deep set hatred that would never be sated.
me again:
The imperial smells her through his mask. His nose was not quite used to such a concentration of darkness in a soul, it palpitating and spreading to every dragon nearby. The clan's "life source", perhaps?
When he saw the smoke emanating from her footsteps that left no prints, he nodded to himself in understanding. She was a demon, his enemy on par with him in power. Yet, a demon could ascend to an angel, just as much as an angel could corrupt to a demon.
When the mirror lashed a claw out to tug at his mane, his talons reached up just as swiftly to catch her forearm, twisting it firmly back down. The red mirror behind her drew her cleaver swiftly, teeth bared in aggression as she pounces on the imperial.
The angel's eyes' persistent glow intensified into a beam as he caught the warrior in mid-air, suspending her there, she glaring and spitting at him, trying to fight against the invisible force. The clan, sheathed in shadows, grows restless at the display, but were hesitant to interfere.
His one arm still held down the leader's, and he looks back down at her and speaks once more, his tone never changing: "I do not wish to be rid of you, I wish the world to be rid of the Evil inside you. Who instilled it there, deep in your aching heart? You have one, I am sure."
from SpicyTunaRoll
Apocalypse didn't seem perturbed by the large paw holding hers down. In fact, she was grinning, showing all of her sharp, pointed teeth. Those fangs parted as if to speak, but all that erupted from her was a sharp laugh. As if possessed, the mirror fell into a fit of taunting laughter.
The dragons who had been biding their time inside started to creep out again. War, the red mirror now suspended in the air, barked out an order in a language their pack had created. Not even The Followers knew what Apocalypse and her Riders said to each other when they used it. Three more mirrors shot out of the cave, strategically placing themselves around the intruder.
That was all the rest needed. A hoard of dragons spilled from the lair, screeching and clawing at their own brethren to get at the imperial. They did not attack, but created a tight circle around Azrael. Dragons ranging from large imperials to the smallest skydancer were prickled and ready for a fight. Steam poured from their scales as their warm bodies came in contact with the frigid air outside. With the cover of more dragons, the rest of the Riders darted around, not staying in one area for too long. They chirped and clicked at each other, using their odd form of communication to keep a general idea of where the others were.
Apocalypse was finally starting to compose herself, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes with her free paw.
"There is no evil within me," she chuckled, her tongue lashing over her teeth.
"I AM Evil itself! I am the one hatchlings and dragons alike fear! I am the darkness and the monster within! I am the bane of all that is good!" The demon was screeching by this point.
"You cannot banish that which does not possess!" Whether what she said was true or not, Apocalypse believed every word she spat out.
"So, angel... Do you still wish to save my poor heart?!" She wrenched her talons from Azrael's grasp and snatched up his claws, placing them over her chest in a bold show. There was no heartbeat within her ribs. She was cold as the ice around them.
Azrael to a criminal
The imperial seemed impervious to the hooded dragon's threat, instead looking down at her silently with glowing red eyes, glinting behind his mask. The katana at his side let out a pulse of invisible energy as he stepped leisurely closer, his movements calculated, not a leaf stirring around him. If concentrating hard enough, one would feel an inexplicable tug towards the large dragon, so potent was his aura. The air hums.
He speaks the same way he walks, unhurried, quiet, every word exuding power and omen: "Who I am does not matter, for now. Shall you tell- or, rather, show- me why they call you the 'Blood Spirit?'"
from MaplesHaiku
The nocturne was enthralled by the strange energy the large imperial possessed. The way he moved was impressive, not even making a single sound as he lumbered towards her. She lifted her head as he started speaking. This was a powerful dragon indeed. She tilted her head after he finished. "You wish to know why I am the Blood Spirit? I can give you a demonstration."
The Blood Spirit flew up to a tree branch and landed on it, searching the Tangled Wood for a dragon. In the distance, a dragon, a mirror dragon, was happily treading through it. She gestured for the imperial to follow him, and she started flying, a dark shape in the night sky. Landing in another tree closer to the mirror, she watched him. The nocturne smiled. He was alone, it seems. Focusing on the mirror, several beams of light appeared around him. At first, he was alarmed, and started started to panic. He ran into one of the beams, stunning him briefly.
She took this chance to strike. Leaping from the branch, she attacked the mirror from behind, and dug her claws into the back of his neck. The mirror let out a screech of pain, but it stopped abruptly as a snap was heard. He fell on the ground, dead.
The Blood Spirit returned to where the imperial was watching. "Do you see why I am called the 'Blood Spirit' now? " She was confident the dragon would understand, but at the same time, she felt quite intimidated by him as he stared at her with those red, glowing eyes.
me
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so this is my son azrael... he started out as a fandragon for yasuo, who is my alltime favorite champion from league of legends, just very dynamic and versatile and HANDSOME LOL so i originally started with his outfit, the dragon's substance really didn't matter much which is one reason why this boy is so particularly special. i was browsing through raffles/giveaways after setting up a raffle of my own, and lo and behold free dragon threads. so me being the impulsive person i am click on one and ASDGKLHLASDG OH MY GOD WHAT A BEAUTIFUL BOY WHO FITS THE CAHRACTER AND OUTFIT SO PERFECTLY I LOVE HIM so i quickly write up my plans for him in the comments and put down the outfit i wanted for him as well, and i ended up winning him!! it was a little scary because my whole soul wanted him so desperately but other people did too.
so i end up with this boy and it's like... what now? i splurge everything i have to get him the outfit of course, and then it was onto the name. aND IF YOU KNOW ME which... you don't... you'd know that i choose names very carefully. i look into their historical background, place of origin, various literature or games or movies they've been in, etc. i don't like to have straight-up fandragons, i think it makes the dragon lose a lot of their substance and it doesn't fit into my lore either. so i read the little blurb League of Legends has for the particular skin i modeled my boy after, and it basically said that bloodmoon yasuo was some sort of executioner who performs his work almost gleefully, spurred on by darkness even greater than those of the people he executes.
so my little dumpling mind only picked up on the executioner bit (the rest is way too edgy) and decided i needed an angel of death x'DDDDDd i mean WOW he's edgy, he's beautiful, he's a whole damn angel !!! so then i picked azrael for the name most fitting what i wanted, who is the angel of death and holy judgement and he takes souls from their bodies at the command of god.
my fandragon-turned-elaborate-oc goes a tad further, because once you take the soul what do you do with it right? so my azrael is also in charge of putting the souls into new life. it's a little bittersweet, but also hopeful because that's the Chinese belief, that you get reincarnated. i blended that with the Abrahamic religions that if you're bad you go to Hell, so his katana is used to execute those bad souls and "bind" them to the Soul Trashcan™ ALORS!!! he ended up being one of the good-est angels in the supernatural realm with an open mind, an open heart, and offering dragons help and forgiveness.
now that we've gone a 360 on his personality, i worked backwards to his past. i mean... an angel who clanks around in armor looking gritty, sometimes with blood stains in his hair??? his wings are E V I L R E D and he's Spiky! how terrifying! so when he was first made, none of the other angels wanted to go near him for being so different except one, JianHu (who i impulse-got also for reminding me of China) who reached out to him and was his only friend for a good bit. the other angels warmed up a bit after the archangel Michael (spoiler alert guess who's gonna be my ultimate angel baby?) reached out to him for help in the battle against the demons (or something, that part's not smoothed out yet) but he was still considered an outsider.
and to.... to experience such rejection and even cruelty from others, to know nearly nothing but their cruelty yet to stay true to what you believe is right, that unyielding power of good... that's how i wish everyone was. to not let hate get in the way of harmony and the boundless love we are all capable of. he spends all his time observing dragons in trouble, dragons who have strayed from good and then he helps them, offering them second chances just because he believes everyone deserves at least a chance for clarity and self-improvement. so i think azrael largely stands for this hope i have for the world. it's naive, it can be called foolish, but it's how i try to live and how i try to teach others to live.
that and he's HELLA DOPE AMMIRIGHT WOOOO
so i end up with this boy and it's like... what now? i splurge everything i have to get him the outfit of course, and then it was onto the name. aND IF YOU KNOW ME which... you don't... you'd know that i choose names very carefully. i look into their historical background, place of origin, various literature or games or movies they've been in, etc. i don't like to have straight-up fandragons, i think it makes the dragon lose a lot of their substance and it doesn't fit into my lore either. so i read the little blurb League of Legends has for the particular skin i modeled my boy after, and it basically said that bloodmoon yasuo was some sort of executioner who performs his work almost gleefully, spurred on by darkness even greater than those of the people he executes.
so my little dumpling mind only picked up on the executioner bit (the rest is way too edgy) and decided i needed an angel of death x'DDDDDd i mean WOW he's edgy, he's beautiful, he's a whole damn angel !!! so then i picked azrael for the name most fitting what i wanted, who is the angel of death and holy judgement and he takes souls from their bodies at the command of god.
my fandragon-turned-elaborate-oc goes a tad further, because once you take the soul what do you do with it right? so my azrael is also in charge of putting the souls into new life. it's a little bittersweet, but also hopeful because that's the Chinese belief, that you get reincarnated. i blended that with the Abrahamic religions that if you're bad you go to Hell, so his katana is used to execute those bad souls and "bind" them to the Soul Trashcan™ ALORS!!! he ended up being one of the good-est angels in the supernatural realm with an open mind, an open heart, and offering dragons help and forgiveness.
now that we've gone a 360 on his personality, i worked backwards to his past. i mean... an angel who clanks around in armor looking gritty, sometimes with blood stains in his hair??? his wings are E V I L R E D and he's Spiky! how terrifying! so when he was first made, none of the other angels wanted to go near him for being so different except one, JianHu (who i impulse-got also for reminding me of China) who reached out to him and was his only friend for a good bit. the other angels warmed up a bit after the archangel Michael (spoiler alert guess who's gonna be my ultimate angel baby?) reached out to him for help in the battle against the demons (or something, that part's not smoothed out yet) but he was still considered an outsider.
and to.... to experience such rejection and even cruelty from others, to know nearly nothing but their cruelty yet to stay true to what you believe is right, that unyielding power of good... that's how i wish everyone was. to not let hate get in the way of harmony and the boundless love we are all capable of. he spends all his time observing dragons in trouble, dragons who have strayed from good and then he helps them, offering them second chances just because he believes everyone deserves at least a chance for clarity and self-improvement. so i think azrael largely stands for this hope i have for the world. it's naive, it can be called foolish, but it's how i try to live and how i try to teach others to live.
that and he's HELLA DOPE AMMIRIGHT WOOOO
MMM IM QUAKING by Marrusa
Sillywinter wrote on 2019-01-05 13:28:52:
@Macchi
(you can bet your butt that Azrael's gettin judged tonight)
"Ah..." The Wildclaw snickers, bloody snake-like eyes observing the Imperial with piqued interest. A wicked grin spreads across his maw, revealing unusually large fangs. "An angel, hm? You're rare... Well, in my world you would be. I had slaughtered most of them before I came here. The pleasures of war is sometimes too enticing to ignore." The last of his words trail off into a soft hiss as he begins to circle the great warrior, admiring his powerful form and commanding aura. "You keep yourself composed, even when provoked. Patience truly is a virtue." The drake cackles then. "You are something out worldly, fierce and formidable. But I can sense that you're troubled by... something. Maybe it has to do with your profession. Troubled souls cause a lot of pain for the collector..."
(you can bet your butt that Azrael's gettin judged tonight)
"Ah..." The Wildclaw snickers, bloody snake-like eyes observing the Imperial with piqued interest. A wicked grin spreads across his maw, revealing unusually large fangs. "An angel, hm? You're rare... Well, in my world you would be. I had slaughtered most of them before I came here. The pleasures of war is sometimes too enticing to ignore." The last of his words trail off into a soft hiss as he begins to circle the great warrior, admiring his powerful form and commanding aura. "You keep yourself composed, even when provoked. Patience truly is a virtue." The drake cackles then. "You are something out worldly, fierce and formidable. But I can sense that you're troubled by... something. Maybe it has to do with your profession. Troubled souls cause a lot of pain for the collector..."
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