Tiamat
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I went to LuminaxCon and all I got was this stupid lanyard.
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
19.08 m
Wingspan
14.16 m
Weight
8835.02 kg
Genetics
Sand
Savannah
Savannah
Sable
Butterfly
Butterfly
Red
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Sentient Emperor (or so she says)
Has at least 5 heads at all times (changes at will due to her mastery over magic) but only 9 at max (as she says: for now)
A long scorpion tail-tip
A part of the Immortal Enclave, but found in the Archives. Tiamat is one of the "lucky" few that has escaped Sornieth's Labyrinthe, but the ordeal has left her twisted, least of all the...hydra-esque additions.
"How dare that shambling mass of defective magics and rotting carcass!" The Imperial burst into the Archives, barely making Dream look up from his work, but causing a few visitors to jump and look over. Eleven heads, snapping and biting at the air as they cursed vehemently, made them look away hurriedly. "How dare whomever put together that mockery of my work and even my very existence!"
Caleb walked over with a deep frown. They placed a small paw on Tiamat's shoulder for her attention. The Emperor's heads snapped down with the same noise burning bamboo makes cracking through the atrium. A few dragons flinched. "Was your trip not fun, Tia? Did the other Emperor insult you?" Tiamat heaved in a breath; her throat alight with flames she valiantly tried to swallow down. The Tundra smiled at her restraint.
"I went to this...convention as a way to research the newest possible mission for the Godhunters, dear, not to try and make a friend. But apparently, a sentient Emperor that can answer your multitude of questions isn't as important as a shambling corspe created by poor celestial design that is razing the very ground it wanders mindlessly." A multi-tipped tail slammed against the floor, gaining a reprimand from Dream. Tiamat sneered at him before turning back to Caleb. "I went to this convention," the word was dripping with contempt, "and I got a useless scrap of cloth with pins stabbing my scales at every opportunity. Then they have the audacity to sell plush stuffed toys of a dangerous creature or make games with poorly made masks for hatchlings that may and more likely will put them in danger."
Caleb smiled slightly, a small laugh escaping them.
"You're just upset that no ones giving you those things, aren't you?" Tiamat puffed up for a split second before deflating.
"I wanted to get a plushie, but they were sold out..."
Has at least 5 heads at all times (changes at will due to her mastery over magic) but only 9 at max (as she says: for now)
A long scorpion tail-tip
A part of the Immortal Enclave, but found in the Archives. Tiamat is one of the "lucky" few that has escaped Sornieth's Labyrinthe, but the ordeal has left her twisted, least of all the...hydra-esque additions.
"How dare that shambling mass of defective magics and rotting carcass!" The Imperial burst into the Archives, barely making Dream look up from his work, but causing a few visitors to jump and look over. Eleven heads, snapping and biting at the air as they cursed vehemently, made them look away hurriedly. "How dare whomever put together that mockery of my work and even my very existence!"
Caleb walked over with a deep frown. They placed a small paw on Tiamat's shoulder for her attention. The Emperor's heads snapped down with the same noise burning bamboo makes cracking through the atrium. A few dragons flinched. "Was your trip not fun, Tia? Did the other Emperor insult you?" Tiamat heaved in a breath; her throat alight with flames she valiantly tried to swallow down. The Tundra smiled at her restraint.
"I went to this...convention as a way to research the newest possible mission for the Godhunters, dear, not to try and make a friend. But apparently, a sentient Emperor that can answer your multitude of questions isn't as important as a shambling corspe created by poor celestial design that is razing the very ground it wanders mindlessly." A multi-tipped tail slammed against the floor, gaining a reprimand from Dream. Tiamat sneered at him before turning back to Caleb. "I went to this convention," the word was dripping with contempt, "and I got a useless scrap of cloth with pins stabbing my scales at every opportunity. Then they have the audacity to sell plush stuffed toys of a dangerous creature or make games with poorly made masks for hatchlings that may and more likely will put them in danger."
Caleb smiled slightly, a small laugh escaping them.
"You're just upset that no ones giving you those things, aren't you?" Tiamat puffed up for a split second before deflating.
"I wanted to get a plushie, but they were sold out..."
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