Bismuth
(#57930718)
Level 25 Wildclaw
Familiar
Spirit of Ice
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Wildclaw
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.4 m
Wingspan
5.33 m
Weight
493.02 kg
Genetics
Moon
Basic
Basic
Eggplant
Alloy
Alloy
Iris
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
98
AGI
29
DEF
11
QCK
55
INT
8
VIT
30
MND
11
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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A diamond in the rough, that was what he was and what would be the noose around his neck, what would break his spine and shackle him in a place he loathed with all his heart. He was used to roughness, to foul language and harsh shows of affection. To easy women and barbaric men, to the stench of sweat and alcohol and dust as it clogged his nose and his mouth. Wandering and always on the road, from one contract to the next, sleeping on the side of the road or in a dingy inn, at first he rode on his mother’s back, later he was forced to scamper after her, if he were to fall too far behind, he would be abandoned. Weapons thrust in his hands the moment he could barely lift them, he had to work if he wanted to eat. Sharp his mother’s blade, patch her armor, bring her drink and food when she was done slaying the monster and boasting about her deeds in the company of her comrades. A rough life, a hard one, littered with work and hard patches. There was no remedy for poverty and nothing against wanderlust except keep walking, on and on. He hated this life as much as it suited him, foul language coming over his tongue easier than any niceties, brutality was natural and a necessary evil as he learned to slay and kill while other children played with toys, he fiddled with knives and arrows, learnt to count but not to read. When it was his mother’s turn to fall behind, old age and sickness and injuries never healed, he had no problem abandoning her in the dust with the rest of her comrades. He took her place and filled it in well, the dust and sweat and hands caked with blood suited him well, especially when they were in the setting of run down inns, visited only by the worst of the worst. And then they were hired to do another dirty job for the Empire of Flowers, Taihaku, a twister of tongues that he only managed because he echoed after the leader. It was so ordinary, so every day, get hired, kill the beast and get rewarded. And then the Emperor saw him. Whatever he saw, he deemed to his liking, because before Bismuth even knew what was happening, he was pulled aside as his comrades left the Empire without even looking back. At first it was nice enough, food and nice clothes, being clean for once. Except the luster of it all came off quickly, too quickly. He had to share the bed with a bold young Emperor, which was all well and done, but the birdcage he was trapped in, shrunk more and more. He wanted to go, so badly, so very, very much. But society in this Empire was cutthroat and money ruled everything. He had nothing, was nothing in his own little kingdom of luxury and shackles. I hate this crap., he’d cuss behind closed doors, when it was just him and Raijin. Can’t wait for the brat to go bump in the night. Raijin. That one was another can of worms entirely. Having a secret affair was easy while being one of the four head concubines, the pure one. How ironic, since he wasn’t even allowed to speak at any festival. And suddenly, there was this man, strong and familiar in his roughness to things he was used to, things he could never have again. Bismuth wasn’t really in love with Raijin himself, more the idea for which he stood. And of course, like all things, goodness didn’t last long. I am so sorry, Bis, please forgive me, staring out of the window he ignored the sobbing and grovelling of the tall man behind him, ignored the jewels and gifts he placed at the feet of his chair like offerings to a deity’s idol. Watching the petals of the flowers float in the wind, he felt jealousy bloom in him, the same poison that ran through Raijin’s mind. That made him rage and lash out. I do better, this won’t happen again, Bis, please look at me. Sure they will. Like last time., turning and showing the bruises blooming all over Bismuth’s skin, they hurt like his heart did. He stepped over offerings and gifts and the embrace he received was too tight, even now laced with possession and jealousy, for what? For doing his duty and entertaining the Emperor, Raijin’s best friend, for the night. He was the favorite, he was called after often. He was a bird trapped. Tell me again how you feel about me. This wasn’t love. But it came close to it. It made the days barely tolerable but of course it came with a hefty price. Since he was defiled by the touch of another, he had to act in secret, had to keep watching his back. It didn’t work out of course. Someone caught sight of him deep in Raijin’s embrace, as if the jealousy wasn’t bad enough. The temptation to just cut all cords and run had never been so strong before. |
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