Blitzkrieg
(#56100270)
Level 9 Spiral
Familiar
Coppercoil Creeper
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.09 m
Wingspan
2.42 m
Weight
64.7 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Vipera
Vipera
Gold
Toxin
Toxin
Cyan
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Spiral
EXP: 814 / 21526
STR
34
AGI
10
DEF
7
QCK
27
INT
6
VIT
20
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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Where he came from and where he wanted to head to didn't seem to matter. Under the queen's stare, nothing did. Just a pawn to play with to her hearts content. It wasn't much of a surprise when he was assigned as a personal bodyguard instead of being allowed to remain in the guard, still inexperienced but good enough to take out his classmates quickly and efficiently. Who's idea it was didn't really matter, nothing did in retrospect. He remembered taking the announcement with a fluttering heart. He, an outsider, chosen to protect the prince. Mairon was cute, back then, and the prospect had make him blush even when the guardian couldn't meet his gaze over the excited chatter of his older sister, of her gushing about an outsider being given the privilege of defending her dear little brother. It had all been a lie. His sword had kept Mairon safe from any outside threat, his lips from any poison on his cup, made to safe test again by Vepar's insidious words even when it made them both uncomfortable. He was but an extension of Mairon nowadays, someone no one looked at, someone that could slither around a room and no one would care. He didn't care at this point, either. Years upon years of being with the royal family seemed to take your soul, bit by bit until there was nothing left. He could see it everyday, how Agares didn't had a single spark of life left even when he buried himself in his book. He could see it in the way Akra didn't care about anyone but herself, absorbed by the lurking presence in the castle, and the way she would take the Tundra on the tables until he bled and openly dismiss her son. Could see it in the way Vepar kept Vassago on his toes, enough to keep him hooked on her like a drug, enough to make him come back like a moth to a flame. And he could see it on each fresh wound Mairon tried to hide. Blitzkrieg could protect him from anyone, but could never lift a finger against the royal family, and the twisted princess took adventage of that. What was the point of his blade if his master would get hurt anyway? Why had he even been assigned was clear, just to keep appearances and have a useful scapegoat when Vepar finally stepped a little too far. He was reminded of it with every bandage he changed, with every wound he stitched back together, and with every glance at pain in Mairon's lost eyes. He hadn't been chosen because he was skilled. He had been chosen because he was expendable. |
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