Sinister
(#52281883)
Level 25 Coatl
Lamparagon
Almandine Sturgeon
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Female Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.99 m
Wingspan
8.19 m
Weight
900.28 kg
Genetics
Carmine
Petals
Petals
Carmine
Butterfly
Butterfly
Aqua
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Coatl
Max Level
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
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S I N I S T E R
"Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy."
-- Dale Carnegie |
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Sinister spun and twirled, each rotation accented with a deadly strike. Her massive form was a blur as she moved through the clearing. A whirlwind of strength, she unsheathed her broadsword in one smooth motion and brought it down upon the final straw dragon at the end of the course. She stood motionless, her arms still outstretched from the last blow, as a flurry of straw and leaves enveloped her. “Your majesty.” The massive Coatl blinked as if awoken from a trance, summoned back to reality by the voice of her captain. As she turned slowly towards the equally elephantine Guardian male she casually surveyed the remnants of the straw dragon massacre. Straw was strewn across the floor of the clearing, a few pieces still floating away gently in the breeze, mixed with splinters of wood. No one could imagine that there used to be two dozen straw-filled figures standing in the glade. Her lips parted in satisfaction, forming into something resembling a vicious grin. Moving gracefully towards the male, Sin deliberately took her time in responding. ”Yes, dragon?” Her voice was sweeter than honey, a stark contrast to the ferocity she had shown her imagined foes a second before. “Do you bring news?” The Guardian’s tail betrayed his nervousness, twitching anxiously as his Queen covered the ground between them with her broadsword still unsheathed. ”Yes, your majesty. There have been reports from the Arcane Isles.”. Despite his unease, his voice was steady and he managed to keep eye contact. The Queen was smaller than him, but not by much. At least she seemed relatively calm at the moment. Sinister sneered at the mention of the Isles, her lips curling to reveal two unnatural gleaming fangs. She stopped moving a step away and glared at her captain. Despite it being her birthplace, she harbored no love for the magical islands or their kind. The sorcerers and mages of Arcane were no friends of hers. She was a living example of an experiment, borne of a sorcerer’s unending scientific curiosity. 'I suspect it’s fitting, then.' She thought to herself, 'To have my final battle with another of my…… brethren.'. Flicking her attention back to her captain, she breathed one word. ”When?” ”We have dispatched troops to hinder her journey. Yet, none have returned. By all calculations, she shall be here by the Winter Solstice.” A feeling of dread began to grow in Sin’s core, unwelcomed but not uncommon. Fear, she had learned, was what kept you alive. Fear kept you on your toes, and therefore kept you prepared. In all her years of training and conquering, she would always remind herself that being afraid was better than being dead. Fear had kept her alive during her early years, training in the swampy hellhole called the Mire. Burned and severely wounded, fear had been her only companion during her first battle with a diabolical Molten Wartoad. Fear fueled her escape from her torturous creator, an Arcane sorcerer hell-bent creating his own personal, live weapon. A little bit of a cliché goal, in her opinion. After all what sorcerer wasn’t hell-bent on chaos and destruction? The only difference was this particular sorcerer had subjected a young Coatl hatchling to his horrific quest, forcing his training (and her name) upon her. In the end, she had escaped. Ever since, she had been the only threat to the sorcerer’s ambitious goals – and a target he sought to snuff out. |
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“Call them back.” She hissed, clenching down on her broadsword. The metal gleamed in the setting sunlight and Sinister watched as her captain’s eyes drifted towards her hands. “Let the dragon come to me.” Her order snapped his eyes back to her face and she quickly closed the distance between them. “It will not be the first time I have destroyed his ambitions.” She sheathed her sword, her muscles rippling beneath her scales from the simple, serene motion. Her mind wandered back to the last hero the sorcerer had dispatched to destroy the sinister queen of the west and her band of merry mercenary warriors. After her impromptu liberation, Sinister had fallen into the ranks of a nomadic band of mercenaries. Despite her previous master’s unsavory upbringing, the Coatl had risen to the top by proving her own strategic planning and prowess. Her ascent had been as normal as rising through the ranks of an army could be. The ground behind her was littered with the bodies of her enemies, but not her fellow soldier. Her followers feared her abilities, yes, but they did not think of her as her namesake. Her strength had proven her leadership, but respect ensured her ability to rule. “Let them come.” The Guardian nodded. The movement broke her trail of memories, snapping her back to the situation at hand. Regardless of how she came to power, she must maintain her throne. Without it, she would not stand a chance against her insidious captor. Her captain bowed as she began to step away, revealing a thick scar down the back of his neck – evidence of his own gruesome history with the sorcerer. Sinister’s eyes softened for heartbeat as she regarded the gargantuan male. “We will have our vengeance, Captain. I have not forgotten.” She spoke quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. The Guardian flinched visibly at her words, remembering his own grisly past and nodded once more before leaving the straw-strewn clearing. Turning to back towards the cracked posts and littered remains of the straw dragons, Sinister snarled her challenge to the universe with as much venom as she could muster. “I am ready.” |
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