Bargainer
(#71228347)
Level 20 Coatl
Familiar
Blackline Bicorn Whale
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.42 m
Wingspan
7.68 m
Weight
1113.5 kg
Genetics
Copper
Python
Python
Pumpkin
Peregrine
Peregrine
Cantaloupe
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 20 Coatl
EXP: 48050 / 111687
STR
90
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
40
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
The Queen’s spy and The King’s bargainer. A completely normal coatl with a slightly high ranked task. Nothing less, nothing more.
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The King considers him his own nephew and looks for his protection and enforcing the laws of the land.
Bargainer glanced up at the King. The Wildclaw had hardly shifted his gaze towards him. His back was to the mirror instead. It was by far the largest thing in his personal room, three times the size of the largest Imperial. Bargainer never felt so tiny in comparison to something else other than the King himself. His swaying tail suddenly felt heavy.
“Come closer, Bargainer,” the silky, youthful voice of The King mused.
The Coatl moved immediately, weaving around the multitude of crowns to meet the King’s side. He could see his robe more clearly now. His glowing eyes reflected along the mirror. Suddenly, he grunted.
Bargainer looked down. He was right beside the King, as if they were equals. As if they could ever be like that.
He quickly stepped back. Just the fact he was permitted in his room was enough. Why would he even bother staying near him like that? He should apologize. He should apologize—
“No need,” the King muttered. It was soft, yet firm. Bargainer didn’t understands what he meant, so he only nodded profusely, with multiple apologies sputtering out his mouth.
Then he laughed. The King laughed at his ignorance. Soon after, he turned to him. “No need to be upset with yourself, child. You’re permitted to stz
and near.”
Bargainer quickly dashed upwards and apologized again. If that’s what The King wanted, who was he to disagree?
He looked around the room. The jewels he allowed the King to receive with the various taxes were here. They all hung over the walls and even with the multi-colored lamps on the ceiling. He could barely make out The King’s large bed, resting comfortably in the finest, silky covers that gems could buy. And finally, the mirror. The same mirror that they found in the now-dead Queen’s vault. He didn’t deserve to be here. He was just a tax collector. So why did the King allow him to stand around, much less as an equal?
“Too many questions and apologies,” he lifted a claw, and tapped the mirror. “Do you doubt yourself that much?”
He shook his head. “Of course not. I understand my job under your wing, my King. No tax will go unturned. I’ll do what is necessary to serve you.”
In all honesty, the Coatl didn’t know what else to say. If he didn’t know any better, he would have said that the ancient Wildclaw could read minds. Though he lived with him all of his life, The King never noted things that Bargainer said, or predicted them. That all seemed thrown out. Why? Maybe he thought he was getting too out of talon. That made sense. He had let that elderly woman go without a hint of a bargain. Really, he deserved to be executed for it. The Bargainer was treated this way instead. Unless it was a gimmick, in which case, he can understand keeping his hopes up, before crushing them in the execution chamber. He could only hope he didn’t have Toras do the honors…
Very slowly, he blinked. He was still staring into the abnormally large mirror, a now stone-faced stare crossing his features. “Bargainer, I have no problem with you sitting beside me. After all, it is only a spot.”
So he did. He sat down in the spot beside him. Right beside the King. Someone he looked up to since he was a hatchling. The dragon that raised him from the top. The King was so powerful, stronger than a thousand hydras in their raging fury. And yet he was sitting beside him. In some ways… it felt like he had a mentor. No— the King was like a shining batch of hope. His eyes sparkled with something more than any mentor could radiate. But he was something to him. Bargainer just couldn’t pinpoint what…
“I think it’s about time we stop with the formalities,” the King got up slowly, and ambled towards his crown. He hadn’t worn it; he rarely did when he wasn’t around the common folk. He must have been getting ready to pay a visit. “Lava, I knew you for a while. Why must you pretend as if we’re strangers?”
His nose wrinkled. What did he mean by that? Bargainer accepted that the King knew him for so long. He made him into what he was now. He hated to think how he was, but was the King underestimating what he thought of their bond? It felt like everything he did was cheapened.
“We’re not strangers,” Bargainer adjusted his headpiece. “Though I’m still forever in debt to you.”
Finally, the King had finished being dressed. His crown concealed his glowing eyes, with formal jewelry hanging from his tail and wings. For once, he looked upset. He no longer had the placid smilec nor the stone faced expression. He seemed angry, as if he didn’t get his meal on time— or was he disappointed?
“I-I apologize- I should n-never u-undere-estimate your—“
The Wildclaw waved his talon, silencing him. “I see. I have gone about this all wrong.” He faced the Coatl once again. “I thought the training did you well, but here we are. Perhaps I should make it more clear…”
With light steps, the King went to the mirror once again. He put his arm on the Coatl’s shoulder, his once bright, glowing eyes dimmed. “You are not just here to serve me, my child. You’re more than that. Valuable in more ways than I can correctly provide. I apologize that I haven’t made it more clear.”
Bargainer didn’t know what came over him, but he pushed away from his clasp. The thought of the King saying that had to be a dream. The King only raised him and made him become what he was now. It couldn’t be anything more. He wouldn’t let The King make him his new burden.
So he flew out instead. Far into the corridor. It was the tax collecting day, anyhow. Not really, it was in a few days, but he’d make it so anyway. If someone had a problem, he’d execute them. Everyone knows to think a week ahead.
He just needed to get his mind off of it. He needed to get his money. Take it back to the palace. To sleep. Then he could get his thoughts off of things.
But Bargainer couldn’t shake The King’s words. You are not just here to serve me, I apologize, I have gone about this all wrong
Lava
He hadn’t. He was just as strong as he was before. Bargainer didn’t have to be a burden. He just needed an hour. The townsfolk would be in his talons. If he got lucky, he’d even have the blood of one in them, or even have the time to give them to Toras. He’d prove his worth to the king. He was no lowly hatchling. He wasn’t a tiny dragonet. The Coatl was more than that.
The Coatl’s eyes flashed at the small homes. They were plentiful a few hours ago. The whole village couldn’t have wilted out of his grasp. There was only one option. They were hiding, or trying to get their treasure together. The first house to his left was particularly small. He could only assume the tiny fae family lived inside it. So far, they were very adamant about giving him the treasure, and even a bit extra that Bargainer took as a tip. But they were much quieter this time. He chuckled.
He had a feeling he’d be smashing a home today.
“Come closer, Bargainer,” the silky, youthful voice of The King mused.
The Coatl moved immediately, weaving around the multitude of crowns to meet the King’s side. He could see his robe more clearly now. His glowing eyes reflected along the mirror. Suddenly, he grunted.
Bargainer looked down. He was right beside the King, as if they were equals. As if they could ever be like that.
He quickly stepped back. Just the fact he was permitted in his room was enough. Why would he even bother staying near him like that? He should apologize. He should apologize—
“No need,” the King muttered. It was soft, yet firm. Bargainer didn’t understands what he meant, so he only nodded profusely, with multiple apologies sputtering out his mouth.
Then he laughed. The King laughed at his ignorance. Soon after, he turned to him. “No need to be upset with yourself, child. You’re permitted to stz
and near.”
Bargainer quickly dashed upwards and apologized again. If that’s what The King wanted, who was he to disagree?
He looked around the room. The jewels he allowed the King to receive with the various taxes were here. They all hung over the walls and even with the multi-colored lamps on the ceiling. He could barely make out The King’s large bed, resting comfortably in the finest, silky covers that gems could buy. And finally, the mirror. The same mirror that they found in the now-dead Queen’s vault. He didn’t deserve to be here. He was just a tax collector. So why did the King allow him to stand around, much less as an equal?
“Too many questions and apologies,” he lifted a claw, and tapped the mirror. “Do you doubt yourself that much?”
He shook his head. “Of course not. I understand my job under your wing, my King. No tax will go unturned. I’ll do what is necessary to serve you.”
In all honesty, the Coatl didn’t know what else to say. If he didn’t know any better, he would have said that the ancient Wildclaw could read minds. Though he lived with him all of his life, The King never noted things that Bargainer said, or predicted them. That all seemed thrown out. Why? Maybe he thought he was getting too out of talon. That made sense. He had let that elderly woman go without a hint of a bargain. Really, he deserved to be executed for it. The Bargainer was treated this way instead. Unless it was a gimmick, in which case, he can understand keeping his hopes up, before crushing them in the execution chamber. He could only hope he didn’t have Toras do the honors…
Very slowly, he blinked. He was still staring into the abnormally large mirror, a now stone-faced stare crossing his features. “Bargainer, I have no problem with you sitting beside me. After all, it is only a spot.”
So he did. He sat down in the spot beside him. Right beside the King. Someone he looked up to since he was a hatchling. The dragon that raised him from the top. The King was so powerful, stronger than a thousand hydras in their raging fury. And yet he was sitting beside him. In some ways… it felt like he had a mentor. No— the King was like a shining batch of hope. His eyes sparkled with something more than any mentor could radiate. But he was something to him. Bargainer just couldn’t pinpoint what…
“I think it’s about time we stop with the formalities,” the King got up slowly, and ambled towards his crown. He hadn’t worn it; he rarely did when he wasn’t around the common folk. He must have been getting ready to pay a visit. “Lava, I knew you for a while. Why must you pretend as if we’re strangers?”
His nose wrinkled. What did he mean by that? Bargainer accepted that the King knew him for so long. He made him into what he was now. He hated to think how he was, but was the King underestimating what he thought of their bond? It felt like everything he did was cheapened.
“We’re not strangers,” Bargainer adjusted his headpiece. “Though I’m still forever in debt to you.”
Finally, the King had finished being dressed. His crown concealed his glowing eyes, with formal jewelry hanging from his tail and wings. For once, he looked upset. He no longer had the placid smilec nor the stone faced expression. He seemed angry, as if he didn’t get his meal on time— or was he disappointed?
“I-I apologize- I should n-never u-undere-estimate your—“
The Wildclaw waved his talon, silencing him. “I see. I have gone about this all wrong.” He faced the Coatl once again. “I thought the training did you well, but here we are. Perhaps I should make it more clear…”
With light steps, the King went to the mirror once again. He put his arm on the Coatl’s shoulder, his once bright, glowing eyes dimmed. “You are not just here to serve me, my child. You’re more than that. Valuable in more ways than I can correctly provide. I apologize that I haven’t made it more clear.”
Bargainer didn’t know what came over him, but he pushed away from his clasp. The thought of the King saying that had to be a dream. The King only raised him and made him become what he was now. It couldn’t be anything more. He wouldn’t let The King make him his new burden.
So he flew out instead. Far into the corridor. It was the tax collecting day, anyhow. Not really, it was in a few days, but he’d make it so anyway. If someone had a problem, he’d execute them. Everyone knows to think a week ahead.
He just needed to get his mind off of it. He needed to get his money. Take it back to the palace. To sleep. Then he could get his thoughts off of things.
But Bargainer couldn’t shake The King’s words. You are not just here to serve me, I apologize, I have gone about this all wrong
Lava
He hadn’t. He was just as strong as he was before. Bargainer didn’t have to be a burden. He just needed an hour. The townsfolk would be in his talons. If he got lucky, he’d even have the blood of one in them, or even have the time to give them to Toras. He’d prove his worth to the king. He was no lowly hatchling. He wasn’t a tiny dragonet. The Coatl was more than that.
The Coatl’s eyes flashed at the small homes. They were plentiful a few hours ago. The whole village couldn’t have wilted out of his grasp. There was only one option. They were hiding, or trying to get their treasure together. The first house to his left was particularly small. He could only assume the tiny fae family lived inside it. So far, they were very adamant about giving him the treasure, and even a bit extra that Bargainer took as a tip. But they were much quieter this time. He chuckled.
He had a feeling he’d be smashing a home today.
[url][img]https://imgur.com/a/YNaQ6CB[/img][/url]
The King considers him his own nephew and looks for his protection and enforcing the laws of the land.
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