Freude
(#54805010)
Level 15 Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.51 m
Wingspan
7.23 m
Weight
965.87 kg
Genetics
Wisteria
Crystal
Crystal
Gloom
Facet
Facet
Twilight
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 15 Skydancer
EXP: 1111 / 60881
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
Freude
Tempermental and often searching for a fight, Fruede found his calling in life easily- assassins were in high demand it seemed, nowadays. The dark crystal of his body seems to absorb the light around him instead of reflect it, allowing him to slink through territories unnoticed until he reaches his victim and takes care of them in the desired way. There are some rumors that each gem upon him contains the soul of one of his targets.
GORE WARNING!
"Please. Please, I-I'll do anything. My-," The voice was cut up with a raspy cough of crimson blood that splattered onto the ground before the claws of the assassin, "My gold, you can have it. My gems, my food- Just please don't kill me."
The tundra was practically grovelling on the floor before the very eyes of this terrible beast that held no remorse. The victim seemed to know that already, but was having trouble accepting it, begging for his life despite it slowly slipping away beyond rescue. His face glistened with sticky tears, pelt matted with clotted blood. He lay on his side, the great gash in he chest not something that could be missed.
Fruede was frustrated. The cut had been clean, the tundra should have died instantly. The mirror that had hired him never said anything about a necklace of undying, wrapped around his neck and hidden within great locks of fur, trying it's best to save it's owner's life. But it only had one turn, and had long since gone dull and grey. The gash had tried to pull itself closed with the powers of the item, but had been spewing too much blood to save the Tundra's life. But Fruede wasn't annoyed because of that. He was annoyed because it was taking too long for this dragon to die. He was a busy beast, he had elsewhere to be.
When the Tundra began speaking again, it dissolving into a warbling cry of panic and pure fear, he rolled golden eyes, and dug his claws into the wound, pulling it apart, and with enough force, snapping the neck. The little life that remained in teary green eyes vanished in an instant, and he sat back on his haunches, absently licking the blood off of his claws as he waited. There was a cold prickling on his thigh, and his gaze flitted down. The gem embedded in his scales swirled with a faint white, the soul of his victim. It sent strength through his body, as a shudder rippled over his shoulders. This was what it was to be a killer. And he loved it.
Written by dontuworry
Tempermental and often searching for a fight, Fruede found his calling in life easily- assassins were in high demand it seemed, nowadays. The dark crystal of his body seems to absorb the light around him instead of reflect it, allowing him to slink through territories unnoticed until he reaches his victim and takes care of them in the desired way. There are some rumors that each gem upon him contains the soul of one of his targets.
GORE WARNING!
"Please. Please, I-I'll do anything. My-," The voice was cut up with a raspy cough of crimson blood that splattered onto the ground before the claws of the assassin, "My gold, you can have it. My gems, my food- Just please don't kill me."
The tundra was practically grovelling on the floor before the very eyes of this terrible beast that held no remorse. The victim seemed to know that already, but was having trouble accepting it, begging for his life despite it slowly slipping away beyond rescue. His face glistened with sticky tears, pelt matted with clotted blood. He lay on his side, the great gash in he chest not something that could be missed.
Fruede was frustrated. The cut had been clean, the tundra should have died instantly. The mirror that had hired him never said anything about a necklace of undying, wrapped around his neck and hidden within great locks of fur, trying it's best to save it's owner's life. But it only had one turn, and had long since gone dull and grey. The gash had tried to pull itself closed with the powers of the item, but had been spewing too much blood to save the Tundra's life. But Fruede wasn't annoyed because of that. He was annoyed because it was taking too long for this dragon to die. He was a busy beast, he had elsewhere to be.
When the Tundra began speaking again, it dissolving into a warbling cry of panic and pure fear, he rolled golden eyes, and dug his claws into the wound, pulling it apart, and with enough force, snapping the neck. The little life that remained in teary green eyes vanished in an instant, and he sat back on his haunches, absently licking the blood off of his claws as he waited. There was a cold prickling on his thigh, and his gaze flitted down. The gem embedded in his scales swirled with a faint white, the soul of his victim. It sent strength through his body, as a shudder rippled over his shoulders. This was what it was to be a killer. And he loved it.
Written by dontuworry
Drawn by Shadowfilly
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