Ieremija
(#53504909)
Level 3 Gaoler
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
13.36 m
Wingspan
7.7 m
Weight
9015.77 kg
Genetics
Stone
Jaguar (Gaoler)
Jaguar (Gaoler)
Swamp
Stripes (Gaoler)
Stripes (Gaoler)
Moss
Shardflank (Gaoler)
Shardflank (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Gaoler
EXP: 236 / 1401
STR
15
AGI
5
DEF
7
QCK
12
INT
5
VIT
10
MND
7
Biography
Ieremija
Gender (Pron/ouns) + Gaoler
JOB | ROLE | TITLE
Gender (Pron/ouns) + Gaoler
JOB | ROLE | TITLE
Element
Allegiance BANNER |
Description: The earth shakes, the wind howls, and an assortment of bells softly toll. The dragon's heart sinks as their eyes slowly meet the Gaoler's before them. Their blade feels brittle now; their bow, nothing more than a toy. They weren't even trying to break in. They were just supposed to assess the level of security. But this Gaoler- the only one they've seen so far- is far from anything they could have imagined. With each step, each digging of their claws into the ground, any rocks, leaf litter, scraps from long-gone intruders, are violently swept away along with a hearty cloud of dust. The ever-present wind that seems to surround the Gaoler reveals their face, its cold, unfeeling stare betraying no sense of hesitation or regret should the intruder move forwards. And, fastened to their horns with no apparent pattern or unity, are bells. There's dozens, shaken by the wind and the Sentry's movement alike, somehow tolling in unison. The dragon panics, wonders how they couldn't hear a single one of those bells before. Not when they walked around the whole perimeter, not as they snuck closer, not as they did everything in their power to not get caught. They can't tear their eyes away from the Gaoler. The Gaoler's jaws part as their nostrils flare, taking in the intruder's scent. A quiet grimace forms from the part, revealing the sheer shivs of teeth decorating their maw. Their voice, as deep as and tolling like those bells, rising from a growl, traveling with the howling wind and sounding from every conceivable direction, rings out.
"You shouldn't be here."
The dragon struggles to give an apology, an excuse, anything, but can't find any words forming. They writhe. The Gaoler steps closer, hot breath now sticking to the intruder's face. The bells grow louder, slamming against their metal neighbors and the horns they populate. A growl rises in the Gaoler's throat.
"Leave or die, coward."
When the dragon freezes, can't bring themself to move, the Gaoler sighs through their growl. With a roar and a vicious cacophony of bells, they finally inspire some action and have the intruder running. For a while after they keep watch on that escape route, but there seems to be little to worry about. The bells fall silent, and Ieremija continues their normal patrol.
{by Drakessis}
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