Unkrowned » Lair » Tivalian

Tivalian

(#64274537)

a war trophy, caged, like a bird... { he, them }

Emberglow

Poppy of Flameforger

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.8 m

Wingspan

5.77 m

Weight

438.25 kg

Genetics

Red
Savannah

Wine
Noxtide

Grapefruit
Glimmer

Hatchday

Oct 03, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Light
Pastel

Level 1 Wildclaw

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

____

˙T I V A L I A N˙
...

>Theme<

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

'To live eternally... That was your wish, was it not?'

CW: VIOLENCE, MINOR GORE.

He can still recall gleaming golden spires, paved streets and busy markets... It was a beautiful city, renowned for its sapphire seas and milky abodes. It was the gem of both the ocean and the desert, rich and full of life, a place for any and all to stay. Of course, he still blames himself--He was complacent in his youth, he took all that was offered to him for granted, and grew too comfortable. He should have known that such a life wasn't meant to last. Where did he go wrong? What could he have done different?

The smoke was as dark as their armor, which was thick, heavy slats of metal that Tivalian had never seen before. They were numerous, powerful, brutal... And they struck all at once, without mercy. Their leader was as vicious as his army. When the Emperor first laid eyes on his conqueror, he noticed the vicid layer of blood that covered his large stature. Clearly, he had spent his time in the very thick of the slaughter.

Their war only lasted three days.

In that time, Goddeseus had managed to cleave his way through Tivalian’s entire Empire, with none able to resist his swarming forces.

The Emperor tried his best to humbly accept his invader into his home. His attempts at grace, however, were not meant to be interpreted as a sign of defeat. As far as he was concerned, the battle was yet to be won.

"You live as comfortably as your people." The warlord's voice was a deep, rolling thunder... But quiet, distant, as if a storm was taking place miles away. Never had Tivalian seen eyes so bright before. It was as if the sun itself was pouring from his gaze, making it hard to bear his stare for long. His steps were heavy and his armor grinded against itself with each move.

They sat apart from one another at the Emperor's dining table, which was almost half the size of the hulking Imperial who silently observed him with slight interest, head tilted to one side as a peculiar quirk lingered on his lips.

"Just because I possess a title," Tivalian replied softly with a gentle smile. "Does not mean I need to lead a lavish lifestyle."

"Ah." Goddeseus hummed. His arrogance was starting to become stifling. It was hard for the Wildclaw to breathe. "So, Emperor, do you wish to negotiate?"

"How considerate of you."

The brute grinned. "Watch your tongue, pretty bird. I don't extend this offer to anyone."

Tivalian sighed softly, but he couldn't help but crack a wry smile. "There's no need to make such an offer when you have no intentions to hold yourself to your word."

A guttural hiss bubbled deep within Goddeseus' throat. "A lovely take, dear, but now we should begin to discuss the details of your surrender."

"Then give me your hand, if you would please." Tivalian requested before holding out one of his own.

The Imperial paused, considering the situation for a moment. He eventually relented and put forth his right hand. The Emperor gently grasped it, turning it over to seemingly admire his soft-scaled palm. Goddeseus, growing listless, frowned and growled out, "Why exactly do you wish--"

In one swift moment, Tivalian cut both of their palms with his talon, and quickly pressed his bleeding one to the other's. His words that followed were just as fast as his actions. "As my people have died to you, then it shall now be known that you will die with me. Life for life and blood for blood."

The other's eyes flashed then, the Emperor's words ringing throughout Goddeseus' mind. The words were familiar... Was it a curse? A CURSE?!

"YOU DARE TIE YOUR LIFE TO MINE?" He suddenly roars, rising up to smash the table beneath him, one wing swooping down to slam the Wildclaw against the opposite wall, who immediately crumples to the floor. The sound of splintering wood sends tremors down Tivalian's aching spine as the smaller dragon tries desperately to stand on unsteady legs. However, Goddeseus quickly descends upon him, and it is then that Tivalian can clearly see his eyes.

So full of hate.

Why?

The Emperor is brought to the ground again, one hand harshly wrapped around his throat as the other works on prying his jaws open. "I'll take away that voice of yours. You'll sing no more, pretty bird." Goddeseus snarls softly, hand working its way into Tivalian's open mouth, fingers curling around his tongue.

He tried to struggle, even if it was futile.

They dressed him in silks and jewels instead of chains, but it was a beautiful ornate cage that held him captive. He couldn't speak, let alone make a sound, for the wound in his mouth was still fresh and painful. Goddeseus appeared triumphant, victorious... If only his people knew why he had chosen to keep the defeated Emperor alive, rather than stabbing his head through a pike like all of those who were unfortunate enough to be delivered such a cruel fate.

• N O T E S •

• smol
• smol
• smol
• smol
• smol

• C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S •

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Fusce et bibendum nisl. Nulla facilisi. Suspendisse potenti. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Cras vel ornare ligula. Fusce congue vitae leo sed pellentesque. In nisi odio, porttitor ut consequat vel, vulputate eget tortor. Quisque commodo metus nec ligula pretium consectetur. Nam id ligula ac turpis rutrum iaculis. Suspendisse posuere, quam non dignissim mollis, nibh ligula sollicitudin nunc, ut convallis eros mauris quis ligula. Cras vel ornare ligula. Fusce congue vitae leo sed pellentesque.

• F A M I L I A R ( S ) •

_____________

smol •
smol •
smol •
smol •

smol •
smol •
smol •
smol •

• M A G I C •

• R E L A T I O N S •

NAME
Relation

code by archaic #19153 {modified by kinged}
alignment button pixel bar button(s)

this guy was a gift from a good friend of mine. at the time, i took the moment somewhat for granted... but im glad that i have this kid to remind me of that point in my life, made more meaningful because they're a gift themselves.

If you feel that this content violates our Rules & Policies, or Terms of Use, you can send a report to our Flight Rising support team using this window.

Please keep in mind that for player privacy reasons, we will not personally respond to you for this report, but it will be sent to us for review.

0/1000

Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.

Exalting Tivalian to the service of the Flamecaller will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.

Do you wish to continue?

Name

Names must be longer than 2 characters.
Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.

Name

Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
Names can only contain letters.