Rotclaw
(#58440462)
Level 23 Wildclaw
Familiar
Bearded Pupowl
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Energy: 42/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.84 m
Wingspan
6.02 m
Weight
615.96 kg
Genetics
Blackberry
Poison
Poison
Crimson
Morph
Morph
Tomato
Firebreather
Firebreather
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 23 Wildclaw
EXP: 69948 / 147452
STR
110
AGI
33
DEF
8
QCK
55
INT
5
VIT
19
MND
6
Biography
SHE THAT HUNTS AND BREAKS
This lore was written 2/3 years ago; it will be updated/ rewritten to match my current level
She was alone in the Mire.
Myffne and Astaria had brought her here a few weeks ago, and the battles had been tough but they'd managed to hunt and train well. She's sustained wounds, of course-- the creatures they battled seemed to know which of them was the weakest, and alongside Myffne and Astaria she would always place third-- but she had been emboldened because she had always been saved. She'd thought she could handle herself, alone.
She would not be saved this time. The wounds on her shoulder, neck, and tail would heal quickly and fade-- they hurt, stang in the clear forest air, but they would heal, and it wasn't like she had to worry about them getting infected. It was the fact that the forest had gone quiet all around her, and she knew that there was a swarm of Kamaitachis waiting for her in the bushes in the path ahead. She'd fled a small pack of Toridae, but they were sniffing around for her in the underbrush back the way she'd came from, and she was hopelessly lost.
She shook her wings in frustration, the chains and crimson crystals clinking and jingling as she moved. She's sustained a wing injury just a few days prior, and Astaria had been very firm with her not to fly for the next week-- but what choice did Rotclaw have? Go forward and get minced by a kamaitachi swarm or go back and get crushed by some Toridae and Shellions?
Myffne and Astaria had brought her here a few weeks ago, and the battles had been tough but they'd managed to hunt and train well. She's sustained wounds, of course-- the creatures they battled seemed to know which of them was the weakest, and alongside Myffne and Astaria she would always place third-- but she had been emboldened because she had always been saved. She'd thought she could handle herself, alone.
She would not be saved this time. The wounds on her shoulder, neck, and tail would heal quickly and fade-- they hurt, stang in the clear forest air, but they would heal, and it wasn't like she had to worry about them getting infected. It was the fact that the forest had gone quiet all around her, and she knew that there was a swarm of Kamaitachis waiting for her in the bushes in the path ahead. She'd fled a small pack of Toridae, but they were sniffing around for her in the underbrush back the way she'd came from, and she was hopelessly lost.
She shook her wings in frustration, the chains and crimson crystals clinking and jingling as she moved. She's sustained a wing injury just a few days prior, and Astaria had been very firm with her not to fly for the next week-- but what choice did Rotclaw have? Go forward and get minced by a kamaitachi swarm or go back and get crushed by some Toridae and Shellions?
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She shifted on her hips and crouched, feeling the power in her hind legs building as the muscles in her legs bunched up, and she launched herself into the air. She heard howls as she beat her wings, rising higher and higher, disturbing a small flock of sparrows, and she saw the clearing beneath suddenly fill with a seething mass of white, orange, and brown fur, the metallic glint of Kamaitachi claws flashing in the sunlight as what looked like hundreds of the creatures surged into the spot where she had been standing moments prior. Her whole body ached. Her heart thrummed drumlike in her chest, beating her on, giving her a rhythm with which to fly to. She hovered before maneuvering herself and flying towards a distant plume of ash and black smoke-- back toward home. |
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"You did what?" Her mentor asked her quietly, icy eyes flashing dangerously in the warm light of the healer's ward. Astaria was meditating in the corner, pulling all her energy into a spell that would sufficiently heal Rotclaw.
Rotclaw knew by now to keep quiet, and allowed Myffne to rant at her. The Gaoler was angry, rightly so, because Rotclaw knew she had done a stupid thing. She voiced this, agreeing with all of the bigger wyrm's points, and that seemed to be enough to satisfy her leader. Astaria healed her, and once that was done, the Gaoler drew Rotclaw into a deep, fluffy hug.
"We could have lost you, girl." The shaggy mane muffled Myffne's voice somewhat, but Rotclaw heard it well enough.
"I know. It won't happen again."
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A single talon rapped against the stone entryway to Rotclaw's room, and she half-turned her head, shooting a glare at whoever was interrupting her work. Glyphs were hard to read anyway, let alone when people who had no business interrupting her came around to distract her from the homework Altoria had set her; recite this passage at their next tutoring session without aid, and Rotclaw would pass, leaving her to train with Muffin in peace. She saw that it was Camouflage, and the Wildclaw softened. The younger Skydancer looked exhausted, her plumed tufts and feathers torn and specked with blood in places, and a fresh pink welt across the girl's back leg betrayed an injury not long magically healed. It reminded Rotclaw of an injury she'd sustained just a month ago, and while she had barely scarred she still felt the girl's pain as her own. She rolled up the scroll Altoria had given her and set it neatly on her desk, beckoning for the Skydancer to enter. "You're back. How did it go?" Rotclaw asked, her voice calm and caring. She had plenty of sarcasm in her veins, but for Camouflage she had nothing but care and genuine sisterly love. They'd been trained together, at the start, but then they'd both advanced far enough to tag along to more dangerous places and it was no longer safe to have them both, seeing as two novices would only hold Muffin back. Rotclaw had a hunger for battle, for war, so she had spent more time with Muffin-- and while Camouflage had a knack for being in the right place at the right time, she was fragile, and much preferred metalwork to battle. "It was tough. We ended up fighting a Wartoad first. Astaria got knocked out straight away and Muffin barely managed to kill the thing," The Skydancer sighed as she entered Rotclaw's room, finding a pile of fabric and fur trophies to fall onto. Rotclaw was silent-- Astaria? Was she alright? The Skydancer read the Wildlcaw's thoughts on her face, and nodded. "Umbra's looking after her while she comes to. Muffin and I ended up getting healed by a passing Water Flight search party." "A search party? What on Sornieth were they looking for?" Rotclaw chuckled, making her way over to brush the dirt and grime from her sister's wing plumage. Camouflage's mouth twisted into an amused half smile as she unwound her birdskull adornments. "One of their high Seers had had a vision for the first time in five years. She'd seen the Tidelord in the Mire, and they were searching the swampland pools and mangroves for him. They'd gathered about fifty battledragons from all over the flight to help look for him, and they'd been out there for weeks. They had supply lines and everything." Rotclaw's jaw dropped. "A search party for the Tidelord. Imagine that. You know, maybe he doesn't want to be found! And imagine abandoning your flight in the first place. At least Our Lady is loyal to us." She huffed, and Camouflage gasped. "You can't just--! You can't trash-talk the Tidelord like that. I'm sure he had his reasons... and the other deities might hear you." "They can hear me all they want. Only the Flamecaller commands my respect-- she, and Muffin." "What if you had to choose?" Camouflage whispered, the Skydancer craning her snake-like neck to look around at her sister. Rotclaw paused, and thought. "The Flamecaller-- but I don't think I'll ever have to." |
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