Katyusha
(#66722878)
Level 9 Skydancer
Familiar
Stonewatch Harpy
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.75 m
Wingspan
4.35 m
Weight
547.2 kg
Genetics
Tan
Python
Python
Tan
Morph
Morph
Maize
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Skydancer
EXP: 107 / 21526
STR
33
AGI
10
DEF
6
QCK
27
INT
9
VIT
20
MND
9
Lineage
Biography
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 ”Damn it, Katy, whatcha want from me? Whatcha want, I give it to ya! Just tell me!” “I want my life back!” An endless cycle, it never ends once it got set into motion. The only thing she remembered of home was the smell of smoke and broken dreams. She always had to swallow when those moments reared their heads, she learnt quickly that crying brought her nothing but more misery. ”Oya, wrench, why don’t ya move ya bum ‘n get me another mug?” “Do it yaself, ya mongrel!” Zohaib snatched her like he snatched everyone else. By coming in like an unstoppable plague, by overrunning her small homestead, leaving only charred debris behind. She was young when he came and took her with him, against her will. She didn’t even reach his hip when she reared up for the first time and when he was done with her, she didn’t dare it again, broken bones and ripped flesh and all from mere fists. Choking on her own blood, she was the runt of the pack and the others made very clear how weak she was to them. In their eyes. While the King of Bandits was no doubt the worst, his yapping puppy seemed hellbent on making her life even more miserable than it already was, between pushing her around, bullying and humiliating her at every turn. At least he still held a certain kind of innocence still in his mind, when he saw her he only saw easy prey to pick on. Zohaib was so much worse. ”Get over here, lass.” He wasn’t nice, he wasn’t gentle. He took her when he was feeling the need to or rather, when he had the desire for it and no one better suited was in reach. She kicked and cried and screamed. No avail, how could it, she was skin and bones, one hand was enough to tame her flailing limbs. Begging, pleading, cursing, it either hit deaf ears or was met with mocking laughter, cruel and uncaring, like the rest of the man. Anger, disgust, frustration and in the end, resignation. This was her life, this was what it would be, it would not change. ”How dare you.” “Whatcha mean, lass?” “How dare you to be happy?!” She thought it was finally over when he found a quaint little village to raid. She really thought he would stay dead when he didn’t return for days. Caught while scouting ahead for his next big raid. Yet, of course he did not stay dead, hell could not hold back the devil after all. He returned, but when he did, something had changed. He spoke about freedom, about how he was letting them go. How their days of brutality and robbery were now a thing of the past. She didn’t even wait for him to finish talking, instead she bolted, never once looking back, running until her legs hurt. And yet, how wrong she had been. She believed in her endless naivety, that she could live a normal life now, could meet a nice man and settle down. Have a normal life. But who wanted a skinny, sharp eyed girl, covered head to toe in scars and with a nasty expression? Who wanted to share table and bed with a wife that was prone to stabbing people when conflicts arose? Who even desired a cheap working girl and a thief? ”Ya stole the life that shoulda be mine! Give it back to me!” “How? Tell me how and I do it!” “Ya did it! Ya figure it out yaself!” New Kummerthal was supposed to be her new safe haven. Her beginning of a new chapter, a new story even. To her horror, her old tormentor was found there as well, side by side with a man called the Founder of the village. Charis, saint and icon and hated by her full heartedly. He was soft and frail, sickness ate away his mind and his body and yet, unlike what happened to her, Zohaib carried him on gentle hands. He showed the old man mercy whereas she had only suffered humiliation and pain, she was dead meat to him. Clinging to the man that became the tyrant of her life was sickening, was wrong in every sense of the word. And something she could not stop doing. Hounding Zohaib, she - for the first time - saw misery, saw agony flit over his features, shame, guilt. Addicting, to have this kind of power over someone. ”I am so, so sorry, Katyusha.” “Ya broke me! Now ya gonna have ta fix me!” Making him hurt, souring his happiness and sharing his location with enemies of past times, it was too easy, far too easy for her to resist. So she didn’t. ”Ya made me into this. Take responsibility.” 
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hatchling of Clan Fenixis
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