Apocalypse

Oozing Tusk

Organics

The tusks on Blueridge shells are not poisonous, but the mucus coating them is full of bacteria that frequently causes wounds to fester.

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Murky Scales

Organics

These scales are soft and flexible.

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Enchanted Remains

Organics

Perfectly preserved... forever.

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Ant Ink

Organics

Ant ink is a water fast pigment that makes for beautiful calligraphy; however, it also attracts lines of ants to wind through the writing.

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Deeprealm Runestone

Trinkets

It is not known who created these runestones and grew the massive hunters that carry them.

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Ceremonial Scythe

Trinkets

A wickedly sharp reaping scythe, adorned with the wielder's own feathers. The blade is spotless and glints as it catches the light.

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Name : Apocalypse
Birthday : December 31(not bought, hatched myself)
Eye color : yellow
Favorite color : purple
Favorite food : chocolate
Wingspan : 4.2 m
Mate : Marvolo
Past mates : none
Friends : Asphodelle, Piccante, Marvolo
Job : hunter
Likes :
Painting, reading, writing, cooking
Hates :
Naps, small dogs, rain, slimy things
Known for saying :

" Logic is what the heart lacks, that is why you need the mind."

Known for doing : collecting things that he finds when hunting
Pronouns : he/him

The shadow domain sat silent on a foggy October morning. The trees appeared on the horizon of Apocalypse's vision like a thick wall. Apocalypse mumbled a curse as he jumped from rock to rock, carefully avoiding the black goo that covered the ground. He slipped on a oddly shaped rock and fell on his face. His bags fell and spread out their contents in front of him. He loudly grumbled his displeasure with seeing his paint brushs coated in slime. He pulled himself up from the ground and began picking up his items.

Marvolo leaped and spun in the air. They jumped from cloud to cloud. The sunlight shined against their solid Cobolt wings. They called out their joy to the sky. The birds around them flew away from the sound. The trees poked through the fog below. Marvolo dived blindly into the blanket of gray. To no one's surprise, they hit the ground with a thump.

Apocalypse looked up from the ground to see a blue and gold dragon struggling to get up. He slowly crawled back, not knowing whether the dragon was friendly. The other dragon kicked the air, trying to turn themselves to face Apocalypse. Apocalypse jumped back and pulled one of his knifes from his side. He was now prepared for battle.

Marvolo groaned as they continued to try to turn themselves towards the dragon behind them. They finally rolled over on to their back and cried out in pain. Their wings had bent into strange angles. Their cries further upset the other dragon. The purple dragon jumped back with a knife pointed to Marvolo. Marvolo tried to ask for help but was interrupted. Marvolo had fainted.

Apocalypse came closer to the apparently dead, dragon. He used his tail to poke the dragon. They finched causing Apocalypse to recoil. Apocalypse poked the dragon again just to see if they were indeed alive. Again the dragon finched. Apocalypse groaned and carefully placed the dragon on his back and began his journey back to the lair.