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Volke

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What do the strong know of the weak?

Irremissable

Fungalhoof Qiriq

Energy: 50/50

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Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

8.05 m

Wingspan

9.51 m

Weight

1008.48 kg

Genetics

Peridot
Wasp

Peridot
Bee

Spring
Opal

Hatchday

Jun 01, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Coatl

Eye Type

Plague
Rare

Level 8 Coatl

EXP: 4546 / 16009

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

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Biography

VOLK
THE PLAGUED WOLF

To him, life meant only suffering. Born bare of all necessities, he has survived to this day through the sheer and unrelenting anger unique to those with nothing.
He had dreamed of saving the weak—but weakness is defined solely in relation to strength. Thus, to eliminate the strong is to eliminate the weak as well. Salvation is but destruction under a different name.
His heart yearned for an ounce of the happiness enjoyed by others, but it eluded him completely. In its absence came despair, the sneering reminder of what he lacked. And so, he decided to stab at happiness itself.
He obliterated all of it, from the curses that ate at him to the desires that preserved his being. He lost all sense of himself as a person, though he didn't care. He would not stop until he obliterated the world itself.
He wavered, teetering between life and death, between human and beast. To remain human would be to invite death, and yet still he wavered. Finally, he made his choice. And that was when he awakened.
The pain he felt was perpetual. He was starving, sick, exhausted; he was the subject of suspicion and exclusion, of scorn and disgust. And yet the sharpest pain of all was the contempt he harbored himself.
In the end there was no choice but to burn the stricken land to ash. Flames engulfed everything, and he knew that within them, some small part of himself would be lost forever.
The air was thick with his maddened screams. Those less fortunate were always being trampled by the privileged—and in a world where such privilege was seen as normal, madness was the only means of survival.
He howled. For nine nights did his wailing persist. Pain, grief, sadness, pity, charity, fraternity, hope, and future, all whittled away. All that remained was ardent determination. Madness. He was resolved to give himself over entirely to the oblivion of insanity.

The Agito of Wind. He detests those who are strong or privileged in any way.

^{"We are Agito. The fangs of the fangless."}

IKTR: 2
IKTOR: 2
IDKTR: 6
not named after volke from that other game but dragalia lost's very own Volk because i like the wolf boy

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