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Valtr

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V A L T R The Shining Hunter, Monarch of the Night

Familiar

Banshee Brooch

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

12.71 m

Wingspan

8.29 m

Weight

5263.49 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Basic

Shale
Spirit (Gaoler)

Flint
Ghost (Gaoler)

Hatchday

Apr 10, 2020
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Gaoler

Eye Type

Light
Glowing

Level 1 Gaoler

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

V A L T R The Shining Hunter, Monarch of the Deep

"Has your stomach not turned, turned at the world of man?
So wondrously wretched, and brimming with unsightly Vermin. "

^{He doesn't remember the last time light shone into his pale eyes. His fur is shaggy, complexion the opposite of ghastly pale - he had been blonde, once, a shining argent blond, with adorned wings and chimes swung around his antlers. Now runes had embedded themselves in his body as his entire mind gave way to the flood of black ichor, the only pale nonexistent luminance in the caverns Valtr wandered. At times, the runes shine a bloody red, the color of his bloodshot eyes and flaky skin. His cheeks are sunken, fur losing its shine and length it once had.

He considers self awareness to be a curse of the highest order, much preferring the haze in his mind to command him, The Being stronger than all the primordial gods to speak through him as a vessel, for its aims were now his own, they worked to a common goal with his body dangling at the puppeteer's discretion, inches away from death - for It is the only thing keeping him alive, really - the malice rooted so deep in his bones he has chosen to accept the hivemind in his brain instead of resisting.

Valtr spends ages without so much as knowing his name, before the Voices whisper it back to him, cruelly reminding himself of his own existence in the darkness of the deepest tomb, a husk of a living body, feeding off the blighted energy radiating off himself, getting stronger with each passing day as The Being grabbed hold of more like him, those that should have perished long ago. All shreds of empathy had been long gone once he saw the imperial with the broken wings creep in.

Yes. Oh lords, had he been waiting for this.

Yes, he had been that young, once, that unstable, seeking knowledge and power and reading tales of old which he hoped to be true, lured and ensnared by the evil which he had later grown to accept as a home and nurture. He wanted to feed off the younger's innocence, eat it up, steal it, anything to make sure there was an equal lack of light in his pale eyes as there was in his own.

With every second in his presence, the young imperial swayed. With every whisper he spoke, the power within him grew. With every other dragon emerging from the depths, the Shade animating what should have been corpses, their hold on the clan above greatened. Their ranks multiplied, the hivemind personified. There was no turning back.

written by @gay4dragonz}

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