Hammurabi
(#63622713)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Luminous Ambassador
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
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Measurements
Length
23.16 m
Wingspan
22.99 m
Weight
7359.24 kg
Genetics
Silver
Savannah
Savannah
Slate
Constellation
Constellation
Latte
Capsule
Capsule
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
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 H A M M U R A B I 
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
GENERATION II ANKH'S LINE 
"You are the first I have met upon this summit to have not harbored ill-will, I will not let you perish."
A beast lives within the northern mountains in solitude, the village at the foot of the alps has long been enamored by the figure that spirits away the mad, weak and dying. This is the tale of the Barghest, Hammurabi. |
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Moonlight washed over the cracked planes of Dragonhome with a silver hue. Somewhere in this expansive desert of crumbling stone, the pillars of an ancient temple flickered into being. It was not typical for the temple to manifest outside of the strange dream-realm that concealed it. . . but tonight it laid itself bare to mortal eyes. Amidst endless pyres of forbidden treasure, a silken creature coiled around his most prized of possessions. The nest he guarded contained two gleaming and luminous eggs that seemed to flicker faintly when the moonlight shimmered through the sky door that lined the temple’s ceiling above. In time, they would hatch and explore the temple’s strange halls, pondering the myriad of cursed artifacts sentenced to rot in this place. . . He grows quickly, to quickly to be contained in temple ruins, the desert that is the temple's home is far to harsh, for he wilts through his inability to cool himself. His pelt is far too dense, his colors too light, here he is an easy meal. Lost traders tell vulgar lies and bandits threaten his life at every turn. He turns his nose to the northern edge of the world, it's peaks are a welcoming sight, and soon he'd make them his home. Strange drakes withhold knowledge and tell half truths, invading his privacy and rudely prying into his history. It is the very top of the mountain where he finds his peace. Cairnstone Rest's peaks prove to be a challenging, but suitable domain, away from dragonkind and their depraved misdeeds. He is thought a talltale by the village settled at the mountains feet, the natives think him a old god, dragonkind thinks him nothing more than a myth, but nonetheless, keep a wary distance. The second child thinks himself a judge of sins. He watches the world through brilliant, shining eyes as he scents the air. He can smell it. Guilt makes itself tangible upon the gentle breeze, the promise of a meal nearby. But the air on this mountain lay heavy on his nose, there is unrest here that calls him. The roads and trodden trails smell of pain and anguish, it is vile on his senses. But no more. No more lies, no more deceit, not in his territory. Jidai had been in worse situations, she muses, as she trudges through the snow of Atlas Reach. The snow reflects harshly off her pale eyes, but she plods on, hauling her hunting rig along. The village elder had warned her of thieves in the area. While she brought extra weapons just in case, she brushed the warning aside, striking out despite this. She was tired of hares and whatever scraggly creature they'd be able to catch outside the desert town. The full moon would coax day dwelling creatures out at night with it's light. She is reaching Behind her, there is a soft growl, and she turns to observe the creature that has it's fangs bared at her. In that same moment it lunges and collides with her side. She rolls with it and squeals in delight.The wriggling mass leaps away, shaking snow from its fur and nudges her with a cold nose as she scrambles to her feet, "Loth, you must stop surprising me!" The Winter Wolf adolescent only growls mockingly and tugs at her rucksack in response. "I need that!" She gripes as he bounds away easily through the snow, her pack in tow. She shuffles after, cursing the yearling up and down for causing her such inconvenience. She nearly slams into him as she catches up, bursting through snow flogged evergreens. Loth is frozen in place, her pack forgotten at his paws, every bone in his body is rigid, and his hackles stand on end, his teeth are bared but he doesn't make a sound, his gaze fixated on something on the road ahead. Jidai lifts her eyes to the scene before here, a caravan has been annihilated on the ice dusted path, it's contents are scattered in the snow, there are blood smears everywhere. She catches sight of gilded coins and priceless jewels. The thieves? She thinks, the keen of a terrified Mirror causes her to whip her head to the east where she spots a shape bounding in her direction, as she open her mouth to call to it, to ask what has happened here, another shape, much, much larger and lighter appears from behind, tailing the frantic Mirror. Loth, in this moment, bolts away, leaping over snow bluffs and disappearing into the forest, but she is frozen in place. The Mirror cries out once more before the... thing, a wolf? is upon him. There is a sickening crack and the forest falls silent again. It is some time before Jidai works up the courage to move, the Mirror was felled some ways away, but she is terrified its hunter would hear her. With soft, dainty steps she creeps up to the road, rucksack be damned, to hide behind the decimated caravan. There is a soft rustle and a quiet cry from within, and horror grips her chest with icy claws. A hatchling, she realizes. She grips a ruined wheel gently and tugs it aside as quietly as possible, determined to save the child from the similar fate it's caregivers faced. She grasps the wriggling bundle and tucks it in her cloak. The caravan creaks softly, she glances up, pale blue and vibrant yellow eyes lock, the creature is poised on the ruined cart, it's muzzle is stained red. Jidai cannot help but quake in terror. The creature is her size, if not larger, with a off-white body, there is a glint upon his neck, some piece of finery that serves as protection. It gazes at her, its fangs part, she hears a voice, not aloud, but from within her mind, "What is your purpose here, child?" She doesn't have to respond, she feels as though her intent in these lands is ripped from her mind by it's luminous gaze, but she does anyway, "Hunting, for my people." "What about the hatchling, child?" Again, she doesn't need to, but she musters the strength to reply again. "It is an innocent in this, please..." Jidai trails off and the beast speaks over her, in a soft but commanding voice, aloud this time. "The child was born to a slave, it is not one of them... She has no mother," The monster turns, leaping with a thud as its paws collide with the icy ground, "This mountain is unkind to young dragons with no protection." She doesn't go back to the mountains alone. Witchchild. He'd heard of them, whispers upon the wind of the coven that lay the curse upon his father. They were hunting him, disguised as passerby's on a caravan that traveled from the southern desert. Thieves as well, he could smell the treasure from his snowbound lair. He'd not thought them a threat, and he was not one to confront multiple, unknown dragons at once. But, they sent scouts using powerful tracking spells to find his lair, if they knew of his whereabouts, there was no use hiding, and in the form of a drake he ventured down to their caravan's resting ground. Several carts were parked, their guiding ponies hitched to a post a little way off. Hammurabi takes it in, the mirror coven is still for the most part, and he set up watch. They surely must know he is there, he can feel their tracker pinging his location at the edge of his senses, but he leaves it up to them to acknowledge his presence. The panic from within their carriages grows and spikes with desperation as each moment passes, night falls, and with it the moon rises, full and looming. 
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