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Fin

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The Pack is hungry. The blood beckons.

Howl

Wraith Hound

Energy: 36/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.16 m

Wingspan

5.42 m

Weight

540.91 kg

Genetics

Aqua
Poison

Black
Sludge

Royal
Smirch

Hatchday

Dec 09, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 11 Mirror

EXP: 22267 / 34264

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

Biography

Leader of the Pack

Scavenger's bounty

Fashion Statement

Sassa's Favorite

Eager to get some air that doesn’t smell like mildew and old meat, you wander the winding paths that branch off from the main den. There must be another exit for security reasons, right? Otherwise that’s just a fire hazard.

Claws scraping. A low growl. Someone is nearby.

You follow the sound, hopeful that the next dragons you meet will be friendly. Or polite. Or at least non-threatening, maybe.

You are greeted by a pack of a rambunctious pack of Mirrors salivating for the hunt, shaking out their wings in anticipation. They flare their fans at each other, play-wrestling and growling like wolves. You wonder how they seem to get along so well without speaking. One Mirror's wings do not flutter, weighed down by a heavy, dripping goo that reminds you of the Matriarch. He is smaller than the others, deftly weaving through the crowd to meet you. They part to let him pass, almost instinctively. Weird.

You wish to talk? Let’s make it brief, before my pack smells blood. I was the first dragon to join Sassa. I was driven mad with infection. Weak, and left behind. Crawling into the nearest hole to hide, or die. She offered me refuge, and taught me to quell the pain of wingrot. I searched for my kin when I recovered, but they had moved on. It is not a Mirror’s way to have a home. But there is something comforting about having a place to return to. It was time to start a pack of my own. I met Sassa before she was Matriarch of a mighty clan. When she was just a young Guardian nesting abandoned Banescale eggs. She was so different from me, someone who chose to stay still where I had only known movement. Mirrors don’t often mate for life. Once their hatchlings are raised they part ways, find a new mate, continue to wander in search of the hunt. I must be different. Or perhaps she is different, her complete confidence, the trust she puts in others, the home she has made in the wasteland… I’ve spent too much time talking. The pack is hungry. The blood beckons.

^Beloved

^{Oldest Daughter}

^{Youngest Daughter}

^{Adopted Son}

^{Adopted Daughter}

Credits:
This guide to know basic coding
This guide to find assets
Here for bio template
This guide to get dragon portraits working
Rayomz for the biohazard symbol
osiem for dividers and icons
RobotNix for pride ribbons
Poisonedpaper for bone dividers

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