Eranekra
(#57595611)
"A live one? ...I'm sure we'll meet again soon enough."
Will
Scroll Stealer
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.06 m
Wingspan
8.33 m
Weight
985.55 kg
Genetics
Black
Lionfish
Lionfish
Black
Striation
Striation
White
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
Eranekra, The Bone Queen
The Queen of Forsulyn Territory generations ago, back when her castle had yet to be swallowed by The Mural. A necromancer by hobby, she began resurrecting her former subjects once she tired of waiting for locals to rescue her from her panic room. Upon her re-emergence, she found nothing but her dead guard in the throne room and took matters into her own hands - this was still her kingdom, and she had no intention to let the invader forget.
While she has yet to visit the surface since her re-emergence, she has tried to restore her memory of the old times. Years of isolation have taken their toll, however...
<===>
"My Queen, the recruit has r-"
"Let it speak," she spits, "You waste my time."
The stone-bodied gaoler steps forward. Their joints make an earsplitting scraping sound as they kneel.
The Queen leans forward, eager; "Have you made up your mind?"
I HAVE.
"Then... how soon will you bring them back here?"
...NEVER.
The Queen doubles over in laughter after an abbreviated pause, staggering off her throne as she tries to collect herself.
"You think... you really think I spent my time bringing you back... just for you to play hard to get? I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter."
NEITHER DO YOU.
The Queen collects herself at once with the gaoler's ignorant response - the others completed her favors without hesitation. She had no intention to let any she resurrected simply leave without repaying her.
"Look, I was generous enough to spend my time and resources bringing you back so you could finish what you could not in life. I expect to be compensated for my investment by a simple favor. You know the couple well - I want them here to speak with them, for old time's sake. If you are unwilling to do even that little in return, then you are a waste."
The gaoler stands up, looking The Queen dead in the eye.
I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY TOSSING ME ASIDE ONCE MORE.
They leave without waiting for a response, their limbs scraping against each other as they walk.
As the miserable cacophony ended in the throne room, The Queen leaned back atop her throne with a sigh.
"Notify The King that I will be leaving tonight," she grumbled.
"What reason should I give to him when he asks?"
A wicked smile rose with her body, the sound of her scepter lifted from the ground the last she made within her castle walls.
"...Personal affairs."
The Queen of Forsulyn Territory generations ago, back when her castle had yet to be swallowed by The Mural. A necromancer by hobby, she began resurrecting her former subjects once she tired of waiting for locals to rescue her from her panic room. Upon her re-emergence, she found nothing but her dead guard in the throne room and took matters into her own hands - this was still her kingdom, and she had no intention to let the invader forget.
While she has yet to visit the surface since her re-emergence, she has tried to restore her memory of the old times. Years of isolation have taken their toll, however...
<===>
"My Queen, the recruit has r-"
"Let it speak," she spits, "You waste my time."
The stone-bodied gaoler steps forward. Their joints make an earsplitting scraping sound as they kneel.
The Queen leans forward, eager; "Have you made up your mind?"
I HAVE.
"Then... how soon will you bring them back here?"
...NEVER.
The Queen doubles over in laughter after an abbreviated pause, staggering off her throne as she tries to collect herself.
"You think... you really think I spent my time bringing you back... just for you to play hard to get? I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter."
NEITHER DO YOU.
The Queen collects herself at once with the gaoler's ignorant response - the others completed her favors without hesitation. She had no intention to let any she resurrected simply leave without repaying her.
"Look, I was generous enough to spend my time and resources bringing you back so you could finish what you could not in life. I expect to be compensated for my investment by a simple favor. You know the couple well - I want them here to speak with them, for old time's sake. If you are unwilling to do even that little in return, then you are a waste."
The gaoler stands up, looking The Queen dead in the eye.
I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY TOSSING ME ASIDE ONCE MORE.
They leave without waiting for a response, their limbs scraping against each other as they walk.
As the miserable cacophony ended in the throne room, The Queen leaned back atop her throne with a sigh.
"Notify The King that I will be leaving tonight," she grumbled.
"What reason should I give to him when he asks?"
A wicked smile rose with her body, the sound of her scepter lifted from the ground the last she made within her castle walls.
"...Personal affairs."
Rescued Snipe (5kt)
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