Bloodhawk
(#6051280)
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Spirit of Nature
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.94 m
Wingspan
4.22 m
Weight
426.1 kg
Genetics
Black
Clown
Clown
Denim
Shimmer
Shimmer
Spring
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
129
VIT
13
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Luthien
- Ena
- Cichol
- Evening
- Dormire
- Cello
- Wrenlet
- Zahira
- Swampmoon
- Zombie
- Arianrhod
- Tajah
- Sunnyflicker
- Unnamed
- Unnamed
- Farrell
- Morfinn
- Kai
- Duskbright
- Battledance
- Hohepa
- Darter
- Six
- Bean
- Kalira
- Red
- Fendrel
- Starrun
- Jarlkin
- Haz
- Isotta
- Joscelin
- Molnun
- Sven
- Balm
- Shieldbreaker
- Sagittarius
- Zayin
- Jenner
- Hyttier
- Hermetic
- Mowbray
- Siani
- Anasa
- Precious
- Cyclonas
- Starblade
- Terrorspine
- Yachne
- Courage
- Dimefox
- Dirtfoot
Biography
“I would say… He only has a week to live,” a monotone voice diagnosed.
Bloodhawk barely heard his mother’s gasp over the ringing, pulsing, buzzing that filled his groggy mind.
Where am I?, he thought, his heart speeding.
Thump
What happened?
Thump
Thump
Where’s my dad?
Thump, thump, thump.
What if I die…?
Ba-bump, bump, bump bump…
What will my mom do…?
Bump, bump, BUMP, BUMP…
What-
BUMP-BUMP-BA-BUMP-BUMP!
Darkness tinting the edges of his vision, Bloodhawk plunged deep into the shadowy waters of deep, deep sleep.
---
Bloodhawk’s mother could only watch in horror as her son thrashed around, wrapping his bloodied sheets around him like a gory cocoon. Sweat dripped from his features, soaking into the already-soiled bedspread.
“He’s getting worse,” the solemn Snapper confirmed, seeing the look on the worried Imperial’s face. “But there is a cure- if you’re willing to take the risk, that is.”
Bloodhawk’s mother nodded vigorously, unable to speak. “Anything for him,” she managed. “Anything for him.”
The perturbed dragon glanced warily at the infected bite, wondering if she was just imagining the first vestiges of Gembound…
---
Bloodhawk awoke, darkness pressing against his eyes. Surprisingly, he felt no pain, no worry. What shocked him the most, however, was that he had no memory of how he’d gotten here. He knew this wasn’t where he fell asleep before… Fell asleep. The memory dashed across his mind, and he grasped at it- only to have it slip from his talons as if it were a liquid.
“And what exactly are you doing here, Bloodhawk?” asked an impatient voice.
The Pearlcatcher was suddenly aware that the air had become electrically charged, as if reflecting the mood of his interrogator. Looking up, Bloodhawk found that his questioner was none other than the Stormcatcher himself.
Bowing low, Bloodhawk inquired, “Your majesty- why am I here? Why are you here? Where are we?”
“All in time, my impatient apprentice. All in time.”
Then, with a worried glance at the kneeling Pearlcatcher, “Stand, my good dragon. I believe the reason you’re here is…” he paused, as if not wanting to say the words that issued out of his mouth next. “...I believe the reason why you’re here is that you’re on death’s doorstep.”
Bloodhawk, unsure of what to say, listened to his deity’s words ring into the darkness. “Death’s… doorstep?”
“Yes. I’m supposed to see you off into the afterlife.”
Panic built up in Bloodhawk’s chest, gradually rising up his throat like a bullet. “I don’t want to leave this world… I’ve barely lived, and I’m not ready. You can do something, can’t you, sir?”
The Stormcatcher let out a barking laugh that sounded like a roll of thunder. “Do something? You can do something to stay in this life. Wake. Up.”
Bloodhawk strained, trying to lift his heavy, drooping, clamshell-like shutters. With a final effort, he opened his eyes, only to see a bowl of foul-smelling green liquid coming towards him.
“Drink this,” said a voice, strangely reminding Bloodhawk of the Stormcatcher’s enunciation.
---
Bloodhawk panicked the moment the medical dragons brought in the patient.
Covered in the dreaded rock-like formations of Gembound, chest heaving uneasily, grasping onto the last vestiges of life.
A thought crossed Bloodhawk’s mind, and the Pearlcatcher almost laughed out loud- how it reminded him of himself!
I can do this. I survived. I practiced. I drilled. I will save this pour soul’s life., he thought.
Rolling up his sleeves, he got to work, expertly injecting the anesthesia into the unconscious dragon’s arm.
The patient’s mother noisily blew her nose into an embroidered handkerchief, asking, “How much longer will he be with us?”
“A week- but another thirty years if I treat him well.”
“Is there a cure?”
Bloodhawk smiled. “Only if you’re willing to take the risk.”
Amazing Lore by Windstrike2O5
by SpaceOrchid
Bloodhawk barely heard his mother’s gasp over the ringing, pulsing, buzzing that filled his groggy mind.
Where am I?, he thought, his heart speeding.
Thump
What happened?
Thump
Thump
Where’s my dad?
Thump, thump, thump.
What if I die…?
Ba-bump, bump, bump bump…
What will my mom do…?
Bump, bump, BUMP, BUMP…
What-
BUMP-BUMP-BA-BUMP-BUMP!
Darkness tinting the edges of his vision, Bloodhawk plunged deep into the shadowy waters of deep, deep sleep.
---
Bloodhawk’s mother could only watch in horror as her son thrashed around, wrapping his bloodied sheets around him like a gory cocoon. Sweat dripped from his features, soaking into the already-soiled bedspread.
“He’s getting worse,” the solemn Snapper confirmed, seeing the look on the worried Imperial’s face. “But there is a cure- if you’re willing to take the risk, that is.”
Bloodhawk’s mother nodded vigorously, unable to speak. “Anything for him,” she managed. “Anything for him.”
The perturbed dragon glanced warily at the infected bite, wondering if she was just imagining the first vestiges of Gembound…
---
Bloodhawk awoke, darkness pressing against his eyes. Surprisingly, he felt no pain, no worry. What shocked him the most, however, was that he had no memory of how he’d gotten here. He knew this wasn’t where he fell asleep before… Fell asleep. The memory dashed across his mind, and he grasped at it- only to have it slip from his talons as if it were a liquid.
“And what exactly are you doing here, Bloodhawk?” asked an impatient voice.
The Pearlcatcher was suddenly aware that the air had become electrically charged, as if reflecting the mood of his interrogator. Looking up, Bloodhawk found that his questioner was none other than the Stormcatcher himself.
Bowing low, Bloodhawk inquired, “Your majesty- why am I here? Why are you here? Where are we?”
“All in time, my impatient apprentice. All in time.”
Then, with a worried glance at the kneeling Pearlcatcher, “Stand, my good dragon. I believe the reason you’re here is…” he paused, as if not wanting to say the words that issued out of his mouth next. “...I believe the reason why you’re here is that you’re on death’s doorstep.”
Bloodhawk, unsure of what to say, listened to his deity’s words ring into the darkness. “Death’s… doorstep?”
“Yes. I’m supposed to see you off into the afterlife.”
Panic built up in Bloodhawk’s chest, gradually rising up his throat like a bullet. “I don’t want to leave this world… I’ve barely lived, and I’m not ready. You can do something, can’t you, sir?”
The Stormcatcher let out a barking laugh that sounded like a roll of thunder. “Do something? You can do something to stay in this life. Wake. Up.”
Bloodhawk strained, trying to lift his heavy, drooping, clamshell-like shutters. With a final effort, he opened his eyes, only to see a bowl of foul-smelling green liquid coming towards him.
“Drink this,” said a voice, strangely reminding Bloodhawk of the Stormcatcher’s enunciation.
---
Bloodhawk panicked the moment the medical dragons brought in the patient.
Covered in the dreaded rock-like formations of Gembound, chest heaving uneasily, grasping onto the last vestiges of life.
A thought crossed Bloodhawk’s mind, and the Pearlcatcher almost laughed out loud- how it reminded him of himself!
I can do this. I survived. I practiced. I drilled. I will save this pour soul’s life., he thought.
Rolling up his sleeves, he got to work, expertly injecting the anesthesia into the unconscious dragon’s arm.
The patient’s mother noisily blew her nose into an embroidered handkerchief, asking, “How much longer will he be with us?”
“A week- but another thirty years if I treat him well.”
“Is there a cure?”
Bloodhawk smiled. “Only if you’re willing to take the risk.”
Amazing Lore by Windstrike2O5
by SpaceOrchid
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