Koto
(#47389709)
He/Him
Familiar
Bullephant
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Tundra
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.76 m
Wingspan
2.8 m
Weight
184.87 kg
Genetics
Stone
Poison
Poison
Peacock
Trail
Trail
Teal
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Tundra
Max Level
STR
116
AGI
17
DEF
5
QCK
75
INT
5
VIT
7
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
times picked for dragon games: 1
The crowd roared as Koto took a moment to catch his breath. The coliseum was filled with both beastclan and dragons in what seemed like equal measures, for once united in a shared thirst for blood and violence. Koto's opponent was dragged away by a ridgeback, unable to go on, the loser of his ninth bout in a row.
He inspected his wounds briefly - he had received all sorts of cuts, grazes, gashes and more serious wounds over the course of this thing. He contemplated forfeit, but he knew the rules of this place. This wasn't the kind of place for hatchlings, this was for the glory of violence. If he forfeit, he'd just be left to limp home like the rest of the losers. He growled lightly, not that anyone could hear it.
A large black imperial rose it's head from an elevated platform on the stadium's seats.
"It's time for our fluffy friend's tenth match in a row! How long can that little thing keep going? Let's find out!" The imperial spoke, it's smile seemed more like a menacing grin from the arena floor.
The gate on the opposite end of the arena rose, and two wildclaws emerged.
They were both at least three times larger, both menacing, walking forwards cautiously, eyes fixated on him. Koto glanced at the announcer, who's gaze was fixated on his opponents.
The slightly larger wildclaw was mostly white with red patches, and had deep crimson eyes like Koto's own, the smaller one was a vibrant iridescent pink with yellow wings with the same red eyes. They were fit and refreshed, though he could see scars on them both, neither had any wounds from today.
Koto walked up to them slowly, warily. They were larger, but their body's shape allowed them to move quickly, and they were quite nimble as bipedal dragons. Those legs were going to be a problem, so that's what he'd try to take out first.
The pink one went first, running towards Koto with a screech, arms spread and poised to hit him even if he dodged. Koto growled, swiping at the floor with a claw, sending a cloud of dirt and sand upwards. The dragon leapt to the side, and continued its advance.
Koto waited until it got closer then dodged by rolling onto his belly and flattening himself to the ground, for a mere moment he was just out of reach for the claw swipe, and in this moment he took the opportunity to land his own claw attack on it's ankles. There was a lot of muscle, and he didn't have the time or position to do anything more than a warning swipe before he rolled away onto his legs again. The pink dragon was undeterred, and now he could hear the distinct sound of the other's paws against the dirt. Both dragons ran at him from opposite sides.
Koto waited until the right moment and launched himself backwards, using his front legs to propel himself back, but his hind legs caught on something. It was warm, sticky, and...magic, plague magic, the same kind he could conjure. That was cheating! Koto growled as he fell backwards, landing on his back. The emcee didn't say anything. Koto didn't have time to contemplate this as the wildclaws made their attacks, their own red eyes staring right into his as they continued their assault.
KOTO
veteran
veteran
The crowd roared as Koto took a moment to catch his breath. The coliseum was filled with both beastclan and dragons in what seemed like equal measures, for once united in a shared thirst for blood and violence. Koto's opponent was dragged away by a ridgeback, unable to go on, the loser of his ninth bout in a row.
He inspected his wounds briefly - he had received all sorts of cuts, grazes, gashes and more serious wounds over the course of this thing. He contemplated forfeit, but he knew the rules of this place. This wasn't the kind of place for hatchlings, this was for the glory of violence. If he forfeit, he'd just be left to limp home like the rest of the losers. He growled lightly, not that anyone could hear it.
A large black imperial rose it's head from an elevated platform on the stadium's seats.
"It's time for our fluffy friend's tenth match in a row! How long can that little thing keep going? Let's find out!" The imperial spoke, it's smile seemed more like a menacing grin from the arena floor.
The gate on the opposite end of the arena rose, and two wildclaws emerged.
They were both at least three times larger, both menacing, walking forwards cautiously, eyes fixated on him. Koto glanced at the announcer, who's gaze was fixated on his opponents.
The slightly larger wildclaw was mostly white with red patches, and had deep crimson eyes like Koto's own, the smaller one was a vibrant iridescent pink with yellow wings with the same red eyes. They were fit and refreshed, though he could see scars on them both, neither had any wounds from today.
Koto walked up to them slowly, warily. They were larger, but their body's shape allowed them to move quickly, and they were quite nimble as bipedal dragons. Those legs were going to be a problem, so that's what he'd try to take out first.
The pink one went first, running towards Koto with a screech, arms spread and poised to hit him even if he dodged. Koto growled, swiping at the floor with a claw, sending a cloud of dirt and sand upwards. The dragon leapt to the side, and continued its advance.
Koto waited until it got closer then dodged by rolling onto his belly and flattening himself to the ground, for a mere moment he was just out of reach for the claw swipe, and in this moment he took the opportunity to land his own claw attack on it's ankles. There was a lot of muscle, and he didn't have the time or position to do anything more than a warning swipe before he rolled away onto his legs again. The pink dragon was undeterred, and now he could hear the distinct sound of the other's paws against the dirt. Both dragons ran at him from opposite sides.
Koto waited until the right moment and launched himself backwards, using his front legs to propel himself back, but his hind legs caught on something. It was warm, sticky, and...magic, plague magic, the same kind he could conjure. That was cheating! Koto growled as he fell backwards, landing on his back. The emcee didn't say anything. Koto didn't have time to contemplate this as the wildclaws made their attacks, their own red eyes staring right into his as they continued their assault.
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