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GoldenHuntress

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Level 8 Wildclaw
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style

Apparel

Beautiful Gander
Bleak Birdskull Wingpiece
Golem Gauntlet
Gold Filigree Gauntlets
Butterfly's Arm Guards
Hunter's Tail Twist
Weathered Tail Tatters
Resplendent Cane
Emerald Aviator Satchel
Midnight Sandwastes Sash
Teardrop Chroma Leg Band
Bloodsong Starsilk Earrings
Tanned Rogue Wing Guard
Glowing Orange Clawtips
Blood Red Pelt Pack

Skin

Scene

Scene: Sunparched Prowl

Measurements

Length
5.87 m
Wingspan
8.51 m
Weight
596.68 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Gold
Basic
Gold
Basic
Secondary Gene
Rust
Stripes
Rust
Stripes
Tertiary Gene
Marigold
Scales
Marigold
Scales

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jun 08, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Eye Type
Ice
Unusual
Level 8 Wildclaw
EXP: 1112 / 16009
Meditate
Contuse
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8

Lineage

Parents

  • none

Offspring

  • none

Biography

Golden Huntress
Hunter
Emotionally Damaged/Focused/Independent/Perceptive
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o7K4Cvx.png 		Her ancestors travelled through the endless void to this place, the place of savannahs and wild plains that went swaying endless in the warm breezes of this new word. They travelled and settled down here to live the lives that they felt was always theirs. Hunt was life, and life was Hunt. Those among the huntpack that were the most skilled, the ones that lived in pursuit of they prey and brought back the most trophies were venerated. The best hunters lacked for nothing. And she was very good indeed. Her life was abundant with respect, with soft furs to rest upon, with mates to share them with, with ornaments to decorate both body and abode. She spent her days chasing the multitude of prey over the lands of her huntpack, relishing the coolness of the moon at night, savouring the taste of meat and adoration of her people.

They came unannounced, with no warning. Beings from beyond the void, beyond anything that her people ever knew now or before. Curious about the planet, curious about the beings that lived there, they took a sample from the wildlife that prowled the savannahs ans the plains. They took her to study too. Harsh lights prodded her eyes, sharp blades cut to the bone, nova-hot lasers burned through the skin and sinew, exposing the secrets for the hungry alien eyes. The essence of her life was being torn away from her, piece by bloody piece until so little was left. Too little to live.

But there was no death. The lasers that burned before now cauterized, the blades withdrew, the lights moved away from her eyes. The needles sew and then came the golden steel- metal of kind unknown to all but her alien destructors-turned-builders. And when their work ceased she was remade. Much of her body was covered in the golden armour, secret compartments held new weapons, her skin could shift colour and texture to hide her from prying eyes, her back held wings compressed so tight she could not tell that anything in her changed. She was now their perfect creation- an improved hunter. It was a gift for the knowledge she gave them.

It was a gift, but it was the direst of curses. Hunt is life and life is Hunt, but those who modify themselves to aid their failings are an abomination in the eyes of her people. Those are the ones that insult the way of things, insult both life and Hunt. Would she come back home, down to the savannahs and plains of her people she would be hunted herself. Captured, killed and mourned. Choosing between dying an abomination and living as one- she chosen to live. Whatever name she wore before then had been gone and she chosen to call herself Golden Huntress. Now all that is left of the life she led is the hunt. So she hunts- finding the best place to pursue her prey. To pursue what she once was.
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A mysterious one that carries a past as painful as hers. Perhaps, perhaps...


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