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Blood

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Level 10 Imperial

Familiar

Winter Wolf

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

31.25 m

Wingspan

14.98 m

Weight

7639.67 kg

Genetics

White
Iridescent

White
Basic

Blood
Crackle

Hatchday

Sep 11, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Plague
Common

Level 10 Imperial

EXP: 2 / 27676

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

B L O O D

Mercenary/Dragon for Hire

Cold Blooded

A dragon of rather mysterious origin, Blood doesnt talk about his past before traveling with the Nomad Clan. Actually, he rarely speaks at all. When he does its often to those whom he considers true allies, and often speaks only when he feels necessary. For such a large dragon, Blood moves silently around the camp and often is gone for days without anyone even knowing he had left. But, the clan knows he will be back of course, for his partner refuses to completely leave the clan. Though he knows little about having a romantic relationship with another dragon, Blood knows better then to try and separate his closest friend and his (lost) beloved.

Blood has a certain set of skins that he has honed over his long year. Tracking, catching, and when necessary, killing, other dragons has become his life. He is a merc, a dragon for hire. His skills have made him quite renown to many in the world. And though this is his life, he tries to keep it as pure as possible. Taking on jobs to catch criminals and murderers most of the time. But, sometimes Blood is forced to take dirtier jobs to earn his keep. These jobs weigh heavy on his heart, but he has long since learned to shut away such emotions. So, it is often he comes off cold hearted and perhaps a bit off putting, especially due to his scale pattering which has him looking as though he has come from a rather bloody encounter.

"Im the best at what I do, for a price..."

SHORT STORY

Night had fallen over the Abiding Boneyard. The twisted landscape was hostile enough during the day, and at night creeping shadows and the threat of hidden enemies rendered it still more foreboding. The region was barren and harsh as a desert, yet it differed greatly in that during the night a chill did not settle. Instead an unpleasant warmth lingered, pulsing forth from the ground as a body produces heat while in the throes of a terrible fever.

A rugged imperial crept carefully along, blending in seamlessly with the hellish terrain. The imperial was named Blood, after the sanguine markings that flecked his hide. Formidable armor covered him, and its gleaming spikes extending outward from his intimidating form. Despite its weight and sturdiness, the armor did not so much as clink as the imperial continued to step quietly, slinking around the occasional pile of bones. Blood did step lightly, but he did not do so the way a rodent or other prey animal might. I t was evident that his caution was not owed to fear or a desire for self-preservation. On the contrary, he walked with the grace and power of an animal who knows it is at the top of the food chain; he was a hunter, and he could sense that his prey was close.

Blood caught sight of his prey at last. He was brimming with confidence, he was above recklessness, and the creature he was hunting tonight was a formidable foe. There was a rare group of trees near him, their branches reaching feebly toward the night sky, and he crept into them, taking advantage of this good fortune. He watched the scene before him with narrowed eyes, waiting patiently for the perfect opportunity to strike.

A male imperial stood silently in the wastes, pausing and licking his lips. His white hide glittered in the moonlight, and his brilliantly red belly and wings were a stark contrast to the rest of his body. Despite the gloom, Blood could easily make out everything about his prey, right down to the deep satisfaction in his expression.

A dragon lay on the ground before the imperial. Its stillness was not entirely natural; its body was too stiff, clearly unconscious- or worse. Several puncture marks lined its neck, leaking blood. As the imperial leaned down to feed once more, drawing its lips back to reveal razor sharp fangs, Blood sprung into motion. He shot out of the trees and slammed into the imperial’s flank. His foe cried out in pain and surprise as the spiked armor tore into his flesh.

The harsh sound woke the imperial’s victim from its trance. It sat up, eyes wide with fear and confusion, then darted off across the wasteland. The imperial turned to chase its catch, but Blood rushed between the two dragons, gnashing his teeth aggressively. He was not in the mood for a chase tonight. The imperial slunk backwards, his face contorted in indignant rage. Dark red blood ran down his wings and legs, pooling at his feet, but he paid it no mind.The two imperials lashed out at each other simultaneously, both striking at one another with their powerful claws. They darted back and forth, tearing into one another and roaring with fury, their battle almost lethal dance. The heavy, rich scent of flowing blood was overwhelming.

At last Blood’s prey began to tire, weary from losing so much fluid. His attacks grew weaker and weaker, and finally he fell beneath Blood’s crushing blows. As soon as he sense the battle was over, Blood calmed himself. He took some strong rope from his bag and tied the imperials limbs and wings together. Then he tended to his wounds, cleaning himself off to the best of his ability and straightening his armor.

"Hey, that dragon you let run off might become a vampire. Don’t you care?” the imperial taunted.

Blood looked at him wordlessly, then tied another rope around his mouth. The vampire glared at him, sneering as much as he could with the rope on his muzzle.

Though he was exhausted, Blood was able to carry the vampire back to his current employers, who had been waiting relatively close by. He handed over the vampire without comment, accepting his payment and preparing to leave. Just as he was about to go, he hesitated. He had assumed that they hired him because the vampire was causing mayhem in their territory, but if that were the case then logically they should have asked him to finish him off. Something was not right here. “What do you intend to do with him?” he asked.

Blood caught sight of his prey at last. He was brimming with confidence, he was above recklessness, and the creature he was hunting tonight was a formidable foe. There was a rare group of trees near him, their branches reaching feebly toward the night sky, and he crept into them, taking advantage of this good fortune. He watched the scene before him with narrowed eyes, waiting patiently for the perfect opportunity to strike.

The dragons cackled. “We’ll probably experiment on him. Or torture him. Whatever pleases us.”

Blood stood in the cave mouth, torn. He was not unaware of how ironic it was that he, a merciless hired assassin, was caught in the midst of a moral dilemma.

"What are you doing?” barked one the dragons, a hideously scarred and belligerent mirror, “We already paid you. Leave!”

Blood looked at the vampire. His stomach lurched as he realized the imperial’s eyes were wide with horror.

Having come to a decision, Blood sprang into action. With a swing of his mighty arm, he knocked the mirror into the cave wall. Then he rushed to the vampire, quickly cutting through the ropes he had so carefully tied the night before.

The mirror screeched in indignation, and the two imperials were immediately set upon by the entire pack. Though the mirrors were smaller, their claws and teeth were unbearably sharp, and Blood was still weary from last night’s battle. He struggled to keep up as they hacked away it him, re-opening his freshly scabbed wounds. He lost sight of the vampire in the fray.

Using the last of his energy, Blood burst from the cave and flew into the sky, blood spraying from his wings each time he flapped them. He managed to glide for a short time before crashing into the wasteland below, where he lost consciousness.

When he woke again, he found himself in a small cave. It did not appear to be the same cave that he had fought the mirrors in, but the rancid smell lingering in the air informed him that he was still within Plague territory. His armor and been removed and his wounds were bound, and one of his eyes was swollen shut. Feeling unpleasantly vulnerable, he tried to stand, only to groan in pain as his legs buckled.

"I saved your life,” said a smooth voice.

"Who are you?” Blood snarled, looking around the cave groggily.

The vampire emerged from the shadows. He looked tired and almost as badly beaten up as Blood.

"I fought those mirrors with you and saved your life. If I hadn’t dragged you here, they would’ve found you and finished you off.”

Blood looked suspicious. “Why save me?”

"Because you saved me,” the vampire said simply. “They would have done truly terrible things to me if you’d left me.” the imperial shuddered and fell silent.

"Then thank you for saving me,” Blood replied. “I’m called Blood. What’s your name?”

"Vladimir.”

Blood assumed that the vampire would disappear at the first opportunity. He looked flighty and untrustworthy, skulking around in that hood and barely concealing those gleaming fangs. To his surprise, they ended up becoming fast friends; the bond that had been formed when they saved each other’s lives was nearly impossible to sever.

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