Bamaal
(#50162227)
My dominance can't be denied
Familiar
Sanguine Multimist
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Guardian
This dragon is hibernating.
Expand the dragon details section.
Collapse the dragon details section.
Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
15.18 m
Wingspan
18.77 m
Weight
11614.58 kg
Genetics
Emerald
Falcon
Falcon
Blood
Bee
Bee
Silver
Veined
Veined
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Guardian
Max Level
STR
98
AGI
21
DEF
9
QCK
60
INT
5
VIT
30
MND
9
Biography
| __._ |
 At the beginning of this particular story stood a choice. One that was made for him, because when he clawed his way out of the womb that held him, nurtured him, fed him when he was at his most vulnerable, he did it in the most brutal, ungrateful way. He was a bad son, as he bit the hand that wanted to caress him and when he was picked up, the choice had been made for him. The iron curtain fell forever, locking him out of the metal paradise that hid his blood and flesh mother, his brighter than the sun sister. A motionless mask of gold and rubies veiled the Father’s gaze and he clung to the golden armored clad leg of the man that gave him drink of blackness and food of vileness. And he lapped it all up, eagerly, far too trusting for living here. His toys became skulls and broken bones, chains and imprisoned souls as he played away in the shadow of a broken, burnt throne. And as the blackness ate away the last sense of remorse, as the spark of mortality and morality disappeared, to be replaced by hellish fire, he also lost the last, faded memories of warmth and sweetness. “He is a being of cold wrath and calculated jealousy. Watch your back, he might come for your crown next.” He doesn’t remember to whom the father said those words, he only liked the ring of them, the message they implied. He was still a halfblood when his father set in motion a long term plan of wickedness, of obsession and cat-and-mouse. Watching hidden behind the elder one’s leg, he saw the source of his amusement. A mortal, hungry, greedy and unknowing. And within moments, he was cowering. Covered in the father’s flames, he saw beauty for the first time in his life, saw beauty in cracked flesh and molten skin, allure in blood vaping into red smoke. A symphony of pain that struck a chord within him, woke a beast that demanded more. ”I don’t know, he does not act like a beast of wrath. More akin to one of those mongrels from gluttony.” Blood relation did not mean joining the same family and his was set from the start to differ. Pride threatened to choke him, Lust bored him and nothing made him feel as alive as pure, unadulterated Wrath. It came naturally to him, the brutality used to rip and tear his way to the top, using the defiled corpses of his peers and foes alike. Higher, he climbed, higher and higher until he wrenched the bloodsoaked, rusted crown from cold, dead hands. And in all this time, as he shed innocence and childhood alike, he never forgot the moment of greatest passion, of desire and lust and pure euphoria. When he had been hiding behind Father’s legs, watching a young man burn alive in hellfire. Because he wanted this marred beauty for himself, Bamaal waited, long and patiently, unexpected from one from Ira, yet here he was. Patiently waiting for his prey to make a wrong move. The call came and went, yet the one supposed to answer it laid long dead and gone in a pile of their own blood. In their stead, he arrived in a blaze of glory and hellfire. Gorgeous, unchanging, dare he say it, even radiant. He hadn’t changed at all. . . White hot iron, fresh blood and brimstone, the scent filled the room akin to red mist, those who sensed him before he materialized, straightened their backs in fear, those that thought this just another occurrence within Feather would be taught for a better soon enough. Flirting and groping, his unruly little pup forgot his last lesson already? Too bad, here he thought he could try something a little nicer. But it was alright, he liked his pup best when he was screaming in pain. Teardrops of red, salty and sweet on his tongue when he licked them off, gold denting under the strength of his bite before he ripped and tore it off a burnt face. Calloused hands around a slender neck, the gesture could have been tender if not for his golden painted nails, claws, digging in too deep, drawing lines of red. “Pup, I am disappointed.”, pulling back, he barely needed an ounce of his strength, the other stiff and rigid, the sweet scent of fear surrounding him like the finest perfume. It only made him more hungry and as his grip tightened, his voice dropped into dangerously low tunes. “But luckily for you, I am patient. I can teach you. Again and again.” . . The bond was a mistake in the long run, he realized. Bound to the mortal he wanted to possess so badly, yet he could think of worse fates. He was well fed and powerful from the life force within the faulty pact, his energy tied to the other man, his to use yet he failed every step of the way. Just as he had failed when summoning his father. Just as he had failed at everything else. An unruly pup indeed. 
| ___ |
code & assets by archaic #19153
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Feed this dragon Insects.
Feed this dragon Meat.
Feed this dragon Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
You can share this dragon on the forums by either copying the browser URL manually, or using bbcode!
Exalting Bamaal to the service of the Flamecaller will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
Do you wish to continue?
- Names must be longer than 2 characters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.