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Lelym

(#54503108)

Level 25 Imperial

Energy: 0/50

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Length

26.31 m

Wingspan

23.45 m

Weight

8254.9 kg

Genetics

Grey
Metallic

Blood
Alloy

Vermilion
Runes

Hatchday

Aug 17, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Plague
Multi-Gaze

Level 25 Imperial

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His Wife here

Lelym

Vampire prince

A SAD EXISTENCE

LIFE JUST GOES ON

don't hold anything too close

B I O G R A P H Y

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Tales of many blinking sanguineous eyes would be enough to repel anyone from approaching the decrepit castle upon the hill. A veil of vines covers the black stone, the once shining bricks of dark granite now dusty and obscured by years of wear. The occupier of these walls has not shrivelled with them, the tales tell. He is still thriving, refreshed by the sweet Lifeblood of poor and innocent creatures. Those many eyes, they say, can suck the soul straight out of a dragon before they even blink. Some young hatchlings are told whispers, that if they wander too far into the Bloodbush woods, they will never return. Some of those stories are not as false as one may think.

One of the occupants is Lelym, a beast who lives by the Old Gods, and the Old Laws. On his territory, his word is final and his action is divine, when no one else is around to reprimand. There is no room for mercy or justice to be invoked when a creature such as him must eat. But there is no meal which can ever satisfy him- fresh meat barely moves him; seafood is a disappointment and anything else isn’t even worth his precious time. He seeks something treasured, something better, something essential. There is no feeling that could possibly match the ebbing of life from his prey as his fangs sink deep into their arteries. He can watch from all angles with his eldritch sight as the victim twitches into their forever-slumber, and his head reaps the reward of his hunt.

Nothing is off the menu. Not elders, not hatchlings, not siblings, not whole families. If Lelym feels the thrum of his hunger, there is nothing he can do. Disobeying is not an option. Perhaps this story would be more comforting if the Imperial felt remorse, but no. Not a sliver of empathy or feeling runs through the veins of the vampire. Much like a sportsman, or a game hunter, his feelings towards killing are enthusiastic, but the Gods forbid his family knowing of this. Maintaining his appearances among them is key. When he gains more control over his hunger, yet when there wanders a lost dragon into his domain, he can feel the itch at his paws, the need in his entire being to pick up his finely-fashioned steel blade and make it sing at the necks of his newest prey. Of course, when others are beside him, his sadism must be tamed. He is, after all, a sweet prince born of pure and good bloodline- to shame this heritage would be blasphemy… But oh, what pleasure it would bring him to watch the terror in their eyes as they prepared to meet their maker at the hand of his perfect sword. Adorned with the finest rubies, its sheath rests at his side permanently, a reminder of his prowess and royalty. It goes finely with the crown which rests upon his head, always held high to be ready to peer down at anyone other than who would dare approach him.

That crown is his dominion; his claim. Some would call it enchanted, some would call it magical. Lelym calls it nothing but a trinket; yet if the crown were to slip from his carnivorous head, he would be distraught. That crown was the way that his parents measured his worth. A wonderful piece of shining gold, padded with very fine red velvet. So fine that the bloodstains which plague it are hard to notice. The crown is nestled between his Imperial antlers; it has been on his head so long it appears as though the antlers have grown around the crown. It is unknown for how long this brute has been alive. Perhaps millennia. Though no signs of ageing have exposed themselves – his mane still appears young and luscious, his muscles are energetic and sprightly. His joints are as if they were freshly polished machines. It appears as though youth is what Lelyn was built for, his form perfectly preserved by the gallons of blood he must drink to revitalise. The crown sat on his head from the moment he was a young prince, raised by kin of vampires of the cleanest blood. He was praised and lauded over from a young age, a beautifully behaved and regal young man. But the Gods forbid he step out of place, or attempt to so much as look at someone who was not worth his time. He was Royal, he was above all. He was above all. Such upbringing can never have positive consequences. Was he a good Prince, whose job was to uphold regality, or was he just a vampire, who leeched blood from creatures in dark corners. Lelyn has yet to figure this out.

Not even his own mate, Yanya, is something which he is to spend his time on. There is no pure blood within her. He wishes to love her, he wishes to long for her, something deep down tells him. More human urges tug at his disquieted heart, but he simply cannot feel anything. As much as instinct would tell him to care for this female, she is nothing to him but a means to produce his fine heir. A half-blood vampire can produce full-blood heirs, and so the Wildclaw remains only as a means for progeny, and occasionally, a conversation in muted tones

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Ornifix #116874| Prettiest dragon above you wrote:

In love with Lelym, love the combo of the Metallic Grey & Multigaze.. all the colors suit each other very nicely! Your lair is super cool and pretty!! Makes me want to try to be more active and dress up way more dragons <3

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