Skagos
(#4494889)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Graveyard Guardian
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
26.81 m
Wingspan
15.34 m
Weight
8682.38 kg
Genetics
Rust
Clown
Clown
Rust
Freckle
Freckle
Rust
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Savage || Skagos
Only one of us without a familiar. Why? Little devil ate the last one the beastmaster gave him.
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Only one of us without a familiar. Why? Little devil ate the last one the beastmaster gave him.
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"More mirror than imperial, this one," growled Sinbad as he thrust forward the lashing imperial. "Found him trying to steal fish from our nets. You'd think one with genes such as ours would be more... Civilized. Was on me way to slit his throat and throw him overboard, but my bloody queen stopped me. You know how she loves her sacrifices - so this was... unique, aye. Had to bring 'im here."
Atop his throne, the golden imperial nodded. "Mm. A scavenger. She was right. He is one of us. He may not shine, but his colors match, and he has the gems. Arx will be pleased."
"Pleased? The beast nearly tore my arm off," Sinbad remarked, lifting his bandaged arm. Heimdall did not care enough to notice.
"Leave him under Ragnarok's watch. I do not trust the little beastie with any of his own... kin." Heimdall gazed to Sinbad's own red eyes. When Heimdall would normally charge new blood to Sithis' watchful eye, he did not want this juvenile pursuing his Plague roots even further. The gold could see the bloodlust in his eyes already.
Years later...
Despite sharing his gems, bloodthirsty nature, and Plague roots with many of the clan, Skagos had trouble finding his feet in his new home. He was often caught attempting to eat familiars or steal food from the hoard. Skagos had an insatiable hunger for blood and flesh, no matter how much seafood he was offered. It was not only beast flesh he craved, though...
Skagos' differences did not end there. He was born a savage, raised by a merciless pack of mirrors who did not speak the common tongue. Learning the clan's language came hard to the beast - even now he can only speak butchered sentences and prefers barks and growls.
Trustworthy, quiet Ragnarok elaborated on Skagos' combative skills. He suited him in armor akin to his own in addition to rigorous training. Skagos quite preferred Ragnarok's company - he did not speak, only sparred; and although he shined like the rest of the haughty, posh imperials, he did not act the part.
Skagos grew closer to the most unlikely imperial - Firenze, the skilled speaker, collector, and accountant. Firenze, the platinum imperial whose scales shined with iridescence - the picture of sophistication. Their bond was quite odd but none could deny it. Firenze beat Skagos' kleptomaniac habits out of him and instead employed the rust to guard the hoard. In return, Firenze works on teaching Skagos more elaborate speech and generally keeping him company.
Atop his throne, the golden imperial nodded. "Mm. A scavenger. She was right. He is one of us. He may not shine, but his colors match, and he has the gems. Arx will be pleased."
"Pleased? The beast nearly tore my arm off," Sinbad remarked, lifting his bandaged arm. Heimdall did not care enough to notice.
"Leave him under Ragnarok's watch. I do not trust the little beastie with any of his own... kin." Heimdall gazed to Sinbad's own red eyes. When Heimdall would normally charge new blood to Sithis' watchful eye, he did not want this juvenile pursuing his Plague roots even further. The gold could see the bloodlust in his eyes already.
Years later...
Despite sharing his gems, bloodthirsty nature, and Plague roots with many of the clan, Skagos had trouble finding his feet in his new home. He was often caught attempting to eat familiars or steal food from the hoard. Skagos had an insatiable hunger for blood and flesh, no matter how much seafood he was offered. It was not only beast flesh he craved, though...
Skagos' differences did not end there. He was born a savage, raised by a merciless pack of mirrors who did not speak the common tongue. Learning the clan's language came hard to the beast - even now he can only speak butchered sentences and prefers barks and growls.
Trustworthy, quiet Ragnarok elaborated on Skagos' combative skills. He suited him in armor akin to his own in addition to rigorous training. Skagos quite preferred Ragnarok's company - he did not speak, only sparred; and although he shined like the rest of the haughty, posh imperials, he did not act the part.
Skagos grew closer to the most unlikely imperial - Firenze, the skilled speaker, collector, and accountant. Firenze, the platinum imperial whose scales shined with iridescence - the picture of sophistication. Their bond was quite odd but none could deny it. Firenze beat Skagos' kleptomaniac habits out of him and instead employed the rust to guard the hoard. In return, Firenze works on teaching Skagos more elaborate speech and generally keeping him company.
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