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Nyteshade

(#53806831)

Level 25 Guardian

Familiar

Infestation Hound

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

18.12 m

Wingspan

13.56 m

Weight

12541.64 kg

Genetics

Crimson
Python

Leaf
Basic

Crimson
Smirch

Hatchday

Jul 22, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Guardian

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 25 Guardian

Max Level

STR

119

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Nyteshade was never a very ambitious dragon. He was a guardian of the plaguelands, as his folks had called them, and he lived, ate, slept, and fought as was needed. No more, no less.

He never needed anything more in his life, once he had moved out of his parents' nest and into a small cave of his own. There had never been an emptiness he felt needed to be filled, though as a drake with little time spent to thought, perhaps the emptiness was in his head, unnoticed. He didn't mind. He was a brute, his parents had told him so. What does a brute need brains for?

When he met his mate, he started to understand what brains might be used for. A tiny fey dragon, little more than an insect to him, had approached his cave with clear intent to take it. He had scoffed, and stood tall to defend it.

She had trounced him. Soundly. A smarter dragon would have stood aside and graciously let the victor take her spoils.

Nyteshade had never been the smarter dragon.

The fey dragon had been surprised by his retaliatory onslaught, and though he caught her across the face with a good swipe, she recovered quickly, beating him into the ground with her magic. Still, he refused to stand down, and the last thing he remembered before she ground him into unconsciousness was her red eyes, glowing with contradicting fury and peace, rage and understanding.

He awoke much later, in the back of what was formerly his cave. She stood at the mouth of it, looking down over the even less habitable stone that formed the cliff-face outside.

Nyteshade briefly thought about ambushing her. Then, he briefly thought about how odd it was to think about a plan.

She thought much faster than he, however, and knew he was awake before he could make a move. She turned to him, frills flared, eyes alight, and a smile pulling back around her teeth.

"I am Crispwind," she told him.

"Nyteshade," he grunted.

"Nyteshade. We will sire a new clan," she told him, leaving no room for argument. "We survivors, we fighters - we will start something repulsive, you and I."

She reached one claw out to him. Slowly, Nyteshade realized that he was no longer being driven out of his home - yet, something bigger was seizing hold of him. Something powerful radiated from those mad eyes, those of his new mate, and he began to feel that madness gripping him from the inside, a wash of emotion unlike any he'd felt before.

With more grace than he had ever displayed before, Nyteshade lifted one great claw, interlocking it delicately with hers, and became part of something greater.

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