Kirill
(#68138643)
Level 9 Imperial
Familiar
Loga
Click or tap to view this dragon in Predict Morphology.
Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
Expand the dragon details section.
Collapse the dragon details section.
Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.01 m
Wingspan
17.85 m
Weight
8049.54 kg
Genetics
Carrot
Metallic
Metallic
Grapefruit
Bee
Bee
Raspberry
Stained
Stained
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Imperial
EXP: 148 / 21526
STR
6
AGI
10
DEF
6
QCK
26
INT
38
VIT
15
MND
6
Biography
| __._ |
 ”You are my secret. My sweet, wonderful secret.” Mother would whisper under tears, hands in his hair, red gold and porcelain. He was perfection, according to Mother and he was Mother’s little secret. Hidden in Mother’s rolling business, he wasn’t allowed to go out when they stopped in the city. But when they did, he spent a lot of time hidden, in the wagon, reading wiccan texts and grimoire belonging to ancient sorcerers, playing with trinkets of power and falseness alike. ”I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Mother sometimes cried, bitterly, that he was sorry. Usually this happened when he dared to inquire about his own Father, when he wanted to know. So he learnt very quickly not to ask. To watch instead, to be pleasant and bright and warm to make life so much easier for everyone around him. He had to be well read and written for a child his age. To help mother, back then when he had been the only one and mother still travelled. “My perfect, little sunshine.” And yet. Yet. He broke the silence, he shattered Mother’s illusion of secrecy under the bright summer sun, cornered by a man he did not know, he came running. Hair flying, cheeks flushed, eyes glistening because he had succeeded in magic tricks, all on his own and needed to share. Because he was a child and he did not know. ”Mother?” - “Holden. Explain, now.” Life was different after this. The hiding stopped, so did the travelling and the hiding. Instead, they moved into a large home, so large, so many rooms that were locked and dusted in dirt and cobwebs, he could wander in them for all eternity. Meek and shy at first, he learnt over time too much, all of it. The stillborn of his father’s wife, the curse on his family that allowed no female to be born. The loophole in the curse’s rule only Holden - his mother - provided. Father was clumsy at first, old and soft, but his lack in practice he made up with fierce enthusiasm and love, with affection and dedication. It was impossible to disappoint this proud father but he still made sure he would not disappoint. He was, after all, the perfect son. ”Our golden Child.” Even when, barely three years later, his mother’s womb grew round again with new life, he remained the pleasant, sweet child, eager to please and to make his parents even more proud. His little brother was the most beautiful being he’d ever seen. He was in love the moment he held the little, squirming boy, fierce and spunky despite being mere hours old. They called him the golden child but Milan was his better in everything. Sadly, he was the only one seeing this, even Milan himself was blind to his radiance. His little brother was so insistent, he started to think something was wrong with his mind. To find more beauty in flaw than in perfection. ”Kirill, Milan, come, greet our guest.” Fourteen summers old, he already was praised as second to none. Beauty, skill, intelligence, charisma, he seemed to have it all and then Oleander entered the picture. Like a veteran of the play, he moved in - an old comrade from his father’s time as a soldier. Fallen on bad luck, he needed a place to stay and he was smitten. Over the span of one dinner, he made sure Oleander’s glass never went empty. Over the span of several hours, he watched, waited. The way he learnt to do. He brought the drunk man to his room, he offered support and locked the door. Even at his tender age, he knew what he wanted. Who he wanted, it was worth the pain in the morning, it was worth stained nightgowns and a lost, yellow ribbon. The feeling gained made him reckless, made him blind to reason. ”I know what you’ve been doing all those dinners, Kirill.” Milan, barely older than a decade, looked too sharp. Lips painted red, he smiled, smug and suave and so ruthlessly beautiful. And he - for the first time - felt fear, because he knew what Father would do, he knew that with this, he would no longer be the golden child. He would have disappointed everyone. So he wanted to silence his beloved, little brother, in less than a minute, he choked the light out of Milan’s soul and shattered something incredibly precious between them with nothing more than well placed, hurtful words. Even though he regretted, grovelled, apologized, the damage was done and he had to watch, helplessly, how Milan drifted away from him and this vibrant, fiery soul he adored so much disappeared in the mists of war. ”What is your game here, little one?” Not a word was muttered, Milan never slipped, never spoke about his filthy little secret and the lust outpaced the shame to a dangerous degree. Oleander, his family, Milan, a weaker person would have broken under the weight of balancing it all. ”You’re a strange one.” Six years, it took six years of secrecy, of sneaking around and hiding. Not only for his safety but also for the one he loved so dearly. In between studies and successes, he clung to the worn down, sun faded dream of his own paradise, a store of antique books and sunshine with Oleander at his side and Milan back in his life, smiling, sharp eyed, happy. ”You say you are useless. You say you are like lead. But don’t you know that lead is a sought after, important resource?” 
| ___ |
code & assets by archaic #19153
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
Feed this dragon Insects.
Feed this dragon Meat.
Feed this dragon Seafood.
Feed this dragon Plants.
You can share this dragon on the forums by either copying the browser URL manually, or using bbcode!
Exalting Kirill 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?
- Names must be longer than 2 characters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.
- Names must be no longer than 16 characters.
- Names can only contain letters.