Fallothin

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Little is known about Fallothin. He is usually seen sharpening his claws or weapons, and mumbling something about revenge. He observes people before talking to them, most of the time you won’t notice he’s there. His goal is to only talk to people when he’s suggesting alliance, or... killing them. He likes collecting certain pieces of his victims after killing them, whether it be teeth, scales, feathers, or apparel it all depends. They are usually on display in his home on shelves or glass cases, only the strongest foes’ heads are mounted on walls. He also logs them in a little notebook he carries around so that’s fun.

Fallothin wandered the forest alone, his thoughts unspoken. He heard rustling in a nearby bush and pulled out a spear he sharpened overnight. "Who's there?" He called. Suddenly, two figures come barreling towards him, one flying around the other. One of them locks eyes with him, it's a Ridgeback... Tashir. His eyes sparkled with an emotion Fallothin had not seen before, it frightened him. Fallothin growled and ran at him, only to be met with sharp pain in his legs. A Spiral that had been fighting Tashir had twisted herself around and dug a weapon into his thigh whilst biting the other. She flew up and roared in his face. Tashir grabbed the dragon, crushed her spine within his claws, and looked down at Fallothin. Fallothin hissed, and pointed his spear at the large creature. "That is the most pitiful thing I've ever seen," Tashir snarled. "Say goodbye, Light dragon!" Tashir charged at Fallothin, nose aimed directly at the Wildclaw's chest. Fallothin collapsed on the ground, his vision faded to black.

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