Ciar
(#73480500)
Level 11 Guardian
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Guardian
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
17.48 m
Wingspan
14.6 m
Weight
8169.1 kg
Genetics
Coal
Jaguar
Jaguar
Gloom
Peregrine
Peregrine
Black
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 11 Guardian
EXP: 12997 / 34264
STR
55
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
25
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
6
Biography
Ciar - Dear - The Gargan-wolf - Spots
"Oh?"
"My nature dictates me, Ma'am. There is no escaping it."
"You have something...something that calls to me. Louder when I'm away; calm when I'm near."
"Gennadiy, you are a hazard upon yourself."
"Eat something lad."
"I am very amiable to a hunt, Galina. When should be best?"
"Your mother...she cares - and you her in turn."
"A pack is a pack. Composition means little."
"Grayvestille is just as much my brother as Sardonyx is yours, Galina."
"Would you like a demonstration?"
"The Maren fear us for our maws...it'd be more beneficial if we showed them what those maws would look like on their enemies."
"Your father's got a head on his shoulders. Your mother is what keeps it in place. It goes both ways."
"So small, so feisty..."
"Hold yourself, Gennadiy!"
"Size does not mean in-countenance. There's more of us to control than others. Doesn't have to be a bad thing."
"Gennadiy..."
"Vision or no vision, this is a fool's game."
"Sevinda, help me tie him up. He's being a runt."
"Ma'am, I've no control over him. I have about just as much control as you do - even less so, even, because I..."
"Could use a silver lining right about now."
"The Pack survives, even if we are few. Even if we are starving...and mourning."
"There is a future yet, Genya. That's what they hide from you. That's what you hide from yourself."
"The hunt...is perfected...when no one knows what is taken until it is gone..."
Grayvestille
Marder Geist
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She came out of the sea with my son in her claw - my son in her claw! I should have known not to let him go out there. What was I thinking! What was Skiverfang thinking! Letting I don't know what Floe sees - I don't know what Muck sees or thinks, letting her linger. What is she, three, four, fifty times his size! Says he's Surely this will pass; she'll grow disinterested, he'll grow his distant way again, she'll leave and he'll be happy! It will pass. This vision is false, I know it is. I know it is. It must be! I pray, but oh, oh why won't the Tidelord hear me. Why won't he hear me!
Mag. Kelpgilt, S.S. Bar Spear
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