Grimm
(#67565820)
Level 7 Coatl
Familiar
Sagittarius
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.49 m
Wingspan
7.64 m
Weight
771.59 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Bar
Bar
Obsidian
Hex
Hex
Charcoal
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Coatl
EXP: 5437 / 11881
STR
6
AGI
18
DEF
14
QCK
16
INT
23
VIT
16
MND
14
Biography
 GRIMM Hunter {Draconic Vampire:} {Nightwatcher}
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Grimm's parents had been witchdoctors, not vampires, living and working deep within Tangled Wood. Many dark and strange things shared that land, and were perhaps encouraged by the conjuring and beckoning of the powers of Shadow. Their potions and practices made Grimm's mind hazy, and he had been concerned as to whether such exposure to questionable substances was having an effect on him. That would turn out to be the least of his worries. He often left the lair to clear his head, and he was spending increasingly more of his days alone. There were times he didn't return home at all. He thought he knew the Woods, having explored them so much, yet he knew so little of what else lived there. A small, lone Coatl, foolish enough to sleep out there, was very easy prey. Grimm could not remember it clearly - the night that changed his life and marked him forever. There was a noise, a rustling of the leaves overhead, then the cracking of branches all around him. When he looked into the darkness it seemed like hundreds of red eyes appeared. Growls were joined by cackles, growing to a cacophony of noise. Grimm was seized by terror. They came for him. He did not remember the rest. He awoke alone and exhausted, hoping it had been a dream. His body ached with more than fatigue. Grimm found puncture marks - bites - on his neck, legs and tail. He felt drained, hollow. Different. He remained on the forest floor for what seemed like hours. There was no sound, no birds or insects, no wind in the leaves. In that moment, Grimm knew himself to be cursed. Nature was giving him a wide berth. Then the hunger started. It was a hunger unlike any he had ever known. Ravenous, taking over all of his thoughts until there was nothing left but instinct. The instinct to hunt. It was only blood that sustained him now, and without it he knew he would regress into a crazed and vicious beast. Yet at the same time, he sensed if he indulged in it too much, became too comfortable with his new way of living, it would do the same. Living only to eat. Grimm never returned home after that night and he was reluctant to remain in the woods and risk encountering those that had attacked him. He travelled South, to the water. Crossing water always helped shake off any pursuit, putting any scent trails to an abrupt halt. He crossed The Sea of a Thousand Currents, putting that vast body of water between himself and the origin of his curse, but that would not cure him of it. It didn't change anything. Grimm remained alone, as many with vampirism did, slinking around the coastline at night. He dared not risk coming into contact with other dragons. He was afraid of what he might do. Afraid of being shunned and what he dreaded being confirmed: he was not welcome among dragonkind, that he was no longer a dragon.  Thinking himself apart from all dragon society for many weeks, Grimm had no clue that there was a vivid, bustling clan living deep in the Shoredeep Presage. Just a short flight out from the shoreline that he prowled, but he had not ventured over the water since he crossed it. The thought never even occurred to him, as he was so afraid of what he'd become that he sought to isolate himself, thinking he'd never have contact with anyone again A spy of the clan had spotted this dark stranger's wanderings. A Fae so brightly colored, no one would think him a spy. Yet against the water and coral, the small and delicate dragon could be nearly invisible. His name was Guthion, and he knew a curse when he saw one. He sought the council of the Clan Rangers, who all observed him closely, and secretly, on their patrols. It was Galina, the diplomatic representative, who convinced them to reach out to the stranger. The reports had shown that this dragon was a skilled hunter, and had shown no violence or ill-will towards other dragons. They were in need of hunters, she insisted, and he seemed to be sorely in need of a clan. She went to make the introduction herself, not wanting to spook him and raise his defenses. Galina was a large dragon, but understanding and kind of heart - where other clan members might not have been able to disguise their fear or discomfort towards the vampire, she would be sympathetic. She was accompanied by the Warrior, Galaticus, who had experience in fighting creatures of the night and was swift in air and water if a call for aid was needed. Grimm was defensive at the sudden appearance of other dragons, but not violent. In fact, when Galina spoke kindly to him, it was almost too much for him to bear. He had never imagined to be treated in such a way again, especially not by dragonkind. He was very clearly afraid, both of the strange dragons and himself. "Oh, you poor soul," Galina had said, so full of genuine concern that it brought tears to Grimm's eyes. "We have dragons who can help you, if you would come with us. Caretakers, Scholars, Alchemists, Mages... I cannot promise you a cure, but I'm certain I can offer you a life. One that you are not afraid of living, one that carries no shame." And so, Grimm joined the fold, bewildered and shaken. He still kept apart from most of the clan, feeling more secure in solitude, but he was still part of a community, with a place and purpose, so he was no longer alone. He'd even encountered a few other vampires living in the clan! The others came to accept him as one of their own, and respect him as a talented hunter that provided so well for them. The Mages and Scholars helped him, excited by a difficult challenge. They knew it could be resolved with the help of the two vampire mages, Glasciel and Galaxia, but even then it wouldn't be simple. They brewed him tonics and forged various trinkets to calm his cravings and keep the feral part of his curse at bay. It was a life more than Grimm had ever hoped for, even before his curse. Then, Ginga had arrived. A fair, sweet Coatl, who appeared as delicate as a spring breeze. He felt like the polar opposite of her, and yet... Perhaps if he was a little more sociable, they might find something in common. The other dragons were immediately drawn to her sweet, generous and understanding nature - it was indeed quite different to Grimm's own welcome into the clan. He didn't stand a chance, what did he have to offer? But he was still driven to try, to start awkward conversation. Luckily, she was at least fascinated by trying to help solve the issues he might suffer from his curse. He soon learned she worked in the healing arts, mainly the healing of the soul. Grimm was one of the first dragons she approached to help, as if she could sense his turmoil. Her interest and concern were welcome, but Grimm reminded himself that she helped everyone just the same. He routinely convinced himself of this until, weeks later, Ginga in complete frustration, had to ask him to be her mate. Grimm was dumbstruck. He had never imagined life would be so good to him. He readily accepted as soon as he regained his use of speech. And for the first time in what felt like years, Grimm smiled. Now he found his place in the clan, as a hunter and as a mate to Ginga. He can feed off the blood of animals and the prey he hunts, and what meat remains can be preserved and consumed for the clan to enjoy. He stalks the darkness and takes on any creature foolish enough to be within his grasp, both satiating his hunger and serving his part in a community and family he could finally call his own. Lore by SilentWanderer |
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