TheMightyConall's dragon Azrael

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

26.39 m

Wingspan

23.58 m

Weight

6407.47 kg

Genetics

Crimson
Falcon

Crimson
Striation

Blood
Scales

Hatchday

Aug 04, 2014
(10 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 25 Imperial

Max Level

STR

117

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

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Offspring

Biography

██ Azrael
██ OCCUPATION

History

Azrael grew up in the Scarred Wastelands, and quickly learned how to fight for his survival. The Wastelands are harsh, and in order to survive he had to be harsher. Azrael learned to fight with a ferocity unmatched by most beasts, making him a formidable opponent. He became well known throughout the Plaguebringer's domain as someone who shouldn't be messed with. He was abandoned by his clan, and traveled alone, slaying beasts for food and fun.

While scouring through the Lightweaver's domain, Azrael discovered the clan of heavens shortly after their destruction. When he saw the carnage he smiled, relishing the destruction of The Lightweaver's followers. Just as he was about to scour the carnage for valuables, a claw grazed his leg. It was a golden male imperial stained with dirt and blood. The dragon spoke to Azrael, his voice meek and tired.
"Help me..."
"No." Azrael refused to help, his hatred for Light overwhelming his protective instinct.
"Please," again, the dragon begged for help.
"No." Azrael again refused. The dragon shakily stood up and faced Azrael. The dragon asked for help a third time, staring into Azrael's soul. Something inside Azrael snapped at this dragon's audacity, and he attacked the dragon. Aware of Azrael's impending attack, the gold dragon dodged and pinned Azrael to the ground with unexpected strength. The new dragon proclaimed himself as Michael, leader of the heavens. Azrael struggled to no avail against Michael's strong grip, and felt respect for the golden dragon. He asked how Michael's clan had perished. Michael explained that three shadow clans had allied themselves, and destroyed his clan. He had barely escaped with his life. Seeking to use him as a hostage, Michael asked Azrael:
"Where is your clan?"
"I have no clan," Azrael replied. "You should probably kill me before I take my chance and slash your throat."
"Living alone is difficult." Michael mused. "Perhaps you and I can come to an agreement of sorts." Azrael growled, but Michael kept his claws pinned. "I'll let you go if you help me hunt until I'm less wounded."
"Fine." Azrael said, already plotting revenge.

Azrael's heart was full of fury, loathing the imperial for pinning him. He used his fury to hunt the beasts that wandered the wasteland, relishing in their suffering. He refused to allow Michael to follow him, hoping that something would kill Michael while he was gone. On one such hunting trip, Azrael was ambushed by a clan of plague dwelling dragons. They encircled him, sneering and snarling. The dragons took turns attacking him, with the rest of the group preventing him from leaving. Their leader cut him across the face, mocking him for being weak, saying:
"This is the great Azrael, the destroyer of beasts. Watch as he feels the cut of my claws!"
Suddenly Michael roared from the bushes, taking the leader's neck in his throat. The group turned to face him, but didn't move for fear of their leader's demise. Michael backed away, motioning for Azrael to follow him. The group continued to follow, so Michael bit down on the leader's neck until he screamed in pain. The group backed off, allowing Michael and Azrael to leave. Azrael respected Michael for helping him, even though he could have saved himself instead. Azrael could reluctantly feel himself warming up to Michael.

Azrael appreciated Michael's help, and grew to care for the imperial. His feelings bloomed from a small seed to a large and vibrant garden. Azrael was confused by the change in emotion, and began to avoid Michael in an attempt to stifle these new emotions. After weeks of being ignored, Michael cornered Azrael.
"You've been avoiding me." Michael spoke, staring at Azrael. "Why?" Azrael's gaze dropped, fearful of confessing the truth.
"Something different happened between us..." Azrael trailed off
"What's wrong?" Michael inquired. "You can tell me, I'm not going..." Azrael interrupted Michael
"I love you." The red imperial turned redder still, avoiding Michael's gaze.
"Oh." Michael sighed, relaxing visibly before leaning closer to Azrael.
"I love you too." Michael added, gently whispering into the Imperial's ear. Michael's face was tinged pink as he locked eyes with Azrael before moving to curl next to the red dragon. Azrael relaxed and settled down next to Michael, feeling a happiness that he had never felt before.

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