Blood

Custom Progen, scattering:

Original colors = Crimson/Red/Azure
1. Moss/Red/Saffron
2. Sanddollar, Grey, Yellow

"I wonder if they'd love me now, seeing how far I've come..."

Lore


blood also where I keep lore notes!
Notes:
· His clan is leaving shadow
· most of his original dragons have left, most dragons here now are gen 1

Blood, The Vengeful

It is said that Blood was born from hate, and raised by death itself.. A dragon so filled with wrath that he slaughtered an entire kingdom without an ounce of remorse, a drop of sympathy.. Though, this is simply not true. Not by any means.. And though this myth may never be corrected, the story of this king is a much darker, sorrowful one.. With it, a name forgotten with time.

In truth, Blood was born into a clan where the strongest thrived, the the weakest were less then the bugs that crawled beneath their claws. He was the runt of his clutch, and not only was he runty but he had a very rough beginning littered by sickness and mixed with how his clan was. it was a recipe for utter disaster. Though at this time, he was known as Luther, his true name.

His siblings were embarrassed by him, and his parents shamed him constantly, berating him as in their mind he brought dishonor to their noble name.. He wasn't ever given a chance to prove himself, he was a dog kicked when they were down, and that was in their mind how it had always been meant to be, and something that would never change.

As he became older, he didn't grow very much.. which was a shame, or rather.. he was a shame, a waste of an egg. His family ignored him at this point, wishing he'd just disappear at this point.. He become a shell of what little of himself there was.. and on the day of judgement for dragons his age, he was given a choice.. He could leave the lands forever, or he could be killed right there and then. So it was made, after years upon years of abuse at the hands of his clan, he was thrown out of it.. but not before one final lashing by them all.. And so it became the day he vowed to take vengeance on them all one day soon.

For many, many moons he wandered the lands in solitude, with only himself to turn to for comfort, or happiness.. but he found nothing. So he turned to training.. Fighting.. anything at all to keep him alive and motivated. He trained day and night, fighting any enemy he ran into. Before he had know it, he had become a dragon with scales of pure crimson, a heart of stone, and claws of steel. Not once had he been anything but humble and respectful to whom he came across, though his body adorned with scars intimidated those he had met.

During his travels a few years before he decided to finally enact his revenge he had gotten himself into a great deal of trouble.. he had gotten himself very hurt, and though he was on the brink of death some part of him clung on to life.. and a young dragon-ness of a similar age to him found him. She was battered slightly and seemed wounded herself but even then she had rushed to help him, patching up his many wounds and reassuring him when he was in the deepest of pain as his wounds were cleaned.. It was because of this dragon-ness he had survived, and so they became close friends. As it turned out her name was Ariel, and he introduced himself as Luther. He found she too had been escaping from a past she had no want to take part in.. They soon began their travels together..

For a few years that was all they did.. Travel together and tell stories of their pasts to one another, spending nights under starlit fields and forests, next to magnificent fires that kept them warm... They always had fun together, and he had to admit he had feelings for the dragon-ness and planned to admit them to her.. He was too shy to, though, and before he could gain the courage to do this, he caught wind that his former home had been pillaging the nearby clans, kingdoms, and homes of dragons.. This made him furious, and he told his companion that they'd be leaving that night to the place he'd run from for far too long..

The day they came upon the lands he'd once called home, an execution of an innocent dragon had taken place... It enraged Blood further, reminding him of his own childhood.. he'd witnessed such things, and had been threatened with the same treatment on several occasions. Due to this, he quickly planned his attack and waited.. Ariel was worried for him, though, and she wished he wouldn't have to fight, but she stayed back upon his request and let him go to battle... and as the sun set on the horizon and the moon took it's place in the sky he attacked them, tearing each dragon apart bit by bit. It had been the perfect day as there had been a party that day and all the dragons were exhausted though no one other then himself and Ariel had known this.. He took over the entire kingdom within one day, and one night.. And so, the story of Blood, The vengeful spread.. No one knew why he had done what he had, but already he had a name for himself, though his true name was never used, as they called him Blood now, Blood the vengeful.

As he looked upon his new lands, he noticed Ariel turning to leave, likely never to return thinking now that his story was done, he his adventure finished, that she had no place staying there.. Though he couldn't bare to be parted from his companion, so he invited her to stay.. And the first thing he did the moment he could, was get her armor to cover the scars that he knew she hated. Though, in his personal opinion she was just as beautiful with them, more so even as scars told a story of strength.

Now a days, he is still the fearsome dragon he was in the past.. But he had regained a lot of what he lost. He has found love, and happiness, and comfort. He is known to actually be a rather kind, honest, respectful, and in some aspects naive king. Not many know his true story.. but those who do will never forget it. He is a very happy dragon now, and feels very comfortable and content by the ones around him... but this, my friend, is only the beginning of his great legacy.