Ivan
(#70091752)
Red King's Wrath
Uyaniker
Rusty Golem
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Male Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.79 m
Wingspan
23.43 m
Weight
6719.66 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Metallic
Metallic
Garnet
Constellation
Constellation
Garnet
Ghost
Ghost
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
| Red King's Wrath |
There once was a mighty clan-kingdom that spanned the lands of the Ashfall Wastes. It was strong and rich, and none dared oppose it in its reign. The ruler of this kingdom was a king adorned in red and he was known as The Red King. He was long lived king and he had led the kingdom for many, many years. He was known throughout his lands for his daring nature and his tempestuous temper. Every year, on the eve of the summer season, The Red King would throw a lavish ball. He claimed it to be in celebration of The Flame Mother; Many did not think this was so. Each year that the ball was held it seemed that it became more and more about The Red King. There were statues erected of him that were much more detailed and elaborate than any raised for Flamecaller, and he would force people to bring tribute that he said he would receive on behalf of their goddess. None dared to defy his wills and wants. The Red King was a dangerous man to anger. It happened so that one year The Red King hosted his ball and there was not a thing that was done to venerate Flamecaller. Many were uneasy of this, for they did not wish to incur their goddess's wrath. The Red King did not care. He saw himself as a god. He ordered that the crowds make merry or they would face his rage. The crowd withered and complied for they did not want The Red King's anger to be turned on them. All but one dragon drank and ate and made merry. Her name was Fiammetta; Though her eyes spoke of a heritage of brine and rushing waters, she was vibrant as a flickering flame and fit in quite well with her fiery compatriots. She sat quietly and solemnly before one of the many braziers that was raised and lit and spoke words of prayer and praise for Flamecaller. This incensed The Red King. He came down upon the Nocturne with flames already licking around his lips. "What is it you think you are doing, girl?" He growled lowly. Fiammetta did not pay the King mind. She merely continued to say her prayers and praise. Aghast at being ignored, The Red King lashed his claws against the small dragoness. "How dare you!? You wet-scaled imbecile! What right have you to ignore your king?" He gnashed his teeth and reared up intimidatingly. The crowds were hushed as they watched blood run in rivulets down Fiammetta's hide. Yet still she did not acknowledge The Red King. He struck her again, nearly dashing her wing clear from her body. The little Nocturne did not even flinch. Her voice did not waver. "Answer me, whelp! I'll rip you to pieces if you continue this transgression! Is that what you want? For me to make an example of you!?" The Red King was roaring now. His voice shook the very earth they stood upon. Many of the crowd was forced to cover their ears to preserve their hearing. They could not tear their eyes from the scene before them! Fiammetta did not move a muscle but to raise her arms to the skies in reverence. "Damn you, then! Damn you! You have not any right to speak such praise for The Flame Mother, either way! Just because you bear the colors of flame does not mean you are one of us, nor that you are deserving of her attention! I'll kill you for this!" All at once, fire leapt from The Red King's lips. It traveled in a great torrent of heat and light. The crowd watched in horror as Fiammetta was engulfed by it and obscured. The lavish and overabundant decorations that had been used to show off the vast wealth of The Red King caught ablaze as he continued to pour fire over Fiammetta. The crowds fled from the forming inferno with haste. They could not stand to see whatever may remain of the poor Nocturne, nor did they wish to join her in the charred aftermath. "That will teach you, you impudent- What?" The Red King stopped in shock at what he beheld. There was Fiammetta, in the middle of a scorched scar, completely unharmed. Flames danced in the seams of her scales and across the leather of her wings; She was unharmed. Around her eyes danced flames much alike to The Red King's own, though of a delicate blue befitting of her natural eye color. She stared up at the enraged Imperial with a calm and knowing air to her. "You... You!" The Red King was beside himself. He let go of his sense and allowed himself to unleash as much of his magic and strength upon Fiammetta as he could. He channeled all of his anger and hatred and pride into it as possible and soon the banquet was nothing but light, flame, and smoke. In the middle of it all were The King and Fiammetta. The subjects of the kingdom watched from afar in silence. The might of The Red King was fearsome, yes, but they worried what would become of their kingdom should his rage continue like this. Already the fire was out of control and spreading. The flames raged for three days before a sudden squall pulled in from the coast lands and extinguished them. When the rains had cleared, the crowds emerged again to see what had become of Nocturne and Imperial. They were shocked at what they witnessed. There stood Fiammetta, still yet unharmed, and with her... was an Imperial hatchling! The little one bore a striking resemblance to The Red King, one that none could ignore; at last Fiammetta smiled and spoke to the crowds. "My friends... We have lived a well enough life here in this kingdom, but our king had grown to be larger than his body allowed. His arrogance was to see him killed by our Lady of the Fire..." The people were silent as they listened. It made sense that Flamecaller should punish The Red King for his wrongs; Why then did Fiammetta have the hatchling that looked so much like him? "I know that once our king was a good man!" Proclaimed Fiammetta as she lifted the fussy hatchling aloft. "I knew that the man he once was existed if not deep inside of the man he had become. Our Lady instructed me a way to save him, to spare his life!" But why, asked the crowd of dragons. Why would she spare him, even after all he had done to harm her? Even when he wished to kill her? Fiammetta only smiled gently as she hushed the hatchling holding onto her. "Because, my friends. Sometimes those that are the most in need of saving... are indeed the hardest to save. He has burnt away all that he once was. Look upon your king now, as he truly is!" And it became very apparent then why the hatchling bore such a resemblance to their king. For the child was their king! He squirmed under the gaze of so many eyes and tried to hide under the wing of Fiammetta to not much avail. "But who now will be our king?..." Hummed a Coatl with a rich, ruby coat and wings like the sun. The blue flames that flickered around Fiammetta's eyes twinkled. "He will be king again, one day, when he is ready... But for now, it would be my honor to serve you as not only your queen but your friend." The dragons all thought for very long and very hard about what Fiammetta had said to them. They had not had a queen before. They had always had a king, The Red King, to guide them and lead them and rule them. Yet here now, their Red King was not much more than a Red Prince. "We should like you to be our queen, very much, we think." Spoke a Mirror with a visage white as bone. The others all nodded in agreement before a great joy swept the crowd. "Praise to our Lady of the Flame! Praise to The Flamecaller! The Red King is gone, long live our Blazing Queen!" That is how The Red King was redeemed, despite his wrongs and ills. How his wrath was what damned him and saved him. Fiammetta reared him well and true, and one day he was The Red King once more. Still now, each year during the solstice ball, a great statue is erected of the battle of wills that was had. Fiammetta, golden in the firelight, always shines the brightest. |
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