TeddyBear
(#75575742)
The smokeborn entity of rage, in the form of a fiendish bane
Familiar
Marigold of Rot
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Banescale
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.69 m
Wingspan
7.9 m
Weight
842.7 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Ragged (Banescale)
Ragged (Banescale)
Sanguine
Tear (Banescale)
Tear (Banescale)
Sanguine
Wraith (Banescale)
Wraith (Banescale)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Banescale
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
Teddybear
Administer of Curses.
One never expects such a beast to be named after something so cuddly, being the embodiment of the opposite. Teddybear's body is translucent, some things being visible through the grey and dark red smoke. His eyes, made of burning incense, watch the victim's every move. He cannot feel anything but anger, rage, and spite towards others.. but if one were to survive such a sighting, they would see a tired banescale on the back of a murk imperial.
The banescale was formed from Volir's pure rage, the curse of everlasting smoke breaking off into creating its own being, Teddybear. Incense came with, forming the raging hot eyes of the behemoth born fiend. He resides in the Labyrinth, only leaving to distribute Mercury's command. He knows her rage, he feeds off it, and he spreads it. Her wish is his command, and he will do whatever to deal it.
This spiteful spirit even struck the motherly dragon of light, almost suffocating her within her own den after fighting off who she could of the NightCollectors, who swarmed her and stole the young from her grasp.. Now, her scales reflect the trauma, and the curse left on her being.
HER WRATHFUL PLAY
Anxiota clawed at the air, at herself, anything. She felt the fire in her lungs, an element that never resided there before as she struggled to get any fresh air. Her neck, swirled around by a smoky wisp, acted as an anchor point as the body of the smoke, the Banescale, encompassed her head. She tried to tear the creature off, even thrashing her head to no avail. Anxiota was panicking, and feared that if this fiend didn't get off her soon, she would collapse. Backing up, she collided with the wall, taking the chance to bash this beast against it. No use.
The dragon of light could feel the shadows creep with every struggling step she took, even trying to escape her den into the fresh air outside. Whatever hatchlings were there had already been stolen, and this was her payment for trying to fight!? A pocket soon formed, the guardian taking in a deep breath as the smoke consumed the way to air. She tried to keep herself standing, wings outstretched but soon falling limp to her sides. Even her head drooped, the shadows feeling paralyzing as she finally fell over, coughing violently and struggling for anything other than the choking feeling of smoke.
The banescale was relentless, and as the glowing eyes of the Guardian closed, they finally released. A young fiend, who didn't know that dragons could fake death, thought the job was done and fled away... but Anxiota wasn't dead. Once it left, she coughed out embers of her attack, too weak to get up but not weak enough to stare up into the night.
"LoreWarden... Nysoa... Bonkers.."
She listed off names until she let her head rest once again, going numb.
By me!
By Kasai Ryunosuke
By Narif (link in image)
Administer of Curses.
One never expects such a beast to be named after something so cuddly, being the embodiment of the opposite. Teddybear's body is translucent, some things being visible through the grey and dark red smoke. His eyes, made of burning incense, watch the victim's every move. He cannot feel anything but anger, rage, and spite towards others.. but if one were to survive such a sighting, they would see a tired banescale on the back of a murk imperial.
The banescale was formed from Volir's pure rage, the curse of everlasting smoke breaking off into creating its own being, Teddybear. Incense came with, forming the raging hot eyes of the behemoth born fiend. He resides in the Labyrinth, only leaving to distribute Mercury's command. He knows her rage, he feeds off it, and he spreads it. Her wish is his command, and he will do whatever to deal it.
This spiteful spirit even struck the motherly dragon of light, almost suffocating her within her own den after fighting off who she could of the NightCollectors, who swarmed her and stole the young from her grasp.. Now, her scales reflect the trauma, and the curse left on her being.
HER WRATHFUL PLAY
Anxiota clawed at the air, at herself, anything. She felt the fire in her lungs, an element that never resided there before as she struggled to get any fresh air. Her neck, swirled around by a smoky wisp, acted as an anchor point as the body of the smoke, the Banescale, encompassed her head. She tried to tear the creature off, even thrashing her head to no avail. Anxiota was panicking, and feared that if this fiend didn't get off her soon, she would collapse. Backing up, she collided with the wall, taking the chance to bash this beast against it. No use.
The dragon of light could feel the shadows creep with every struggling step she took, even trying to escape her den into the fresh air outside. Whatever hatchlings were there had already been stolen, and this was her payment for trying to fight!? A pocket soon formed, the guardian taking in a deep breath as the smoke consumed the way to air. She tried to keep herself standing, wings outstretched but soon falling limp to her sides. Even her head drooped, the shadows feeling paralyzing as she finally fell over, coughing violently and struggling for anything other than the choking feeling of smoke.
The banescale was relentless, and as the glowing eyes of the Guardian closed, they finally released. A young fiend, who didn't know that dragons could fake death, thought the job was done and fled away... but Anxiota wasn't dead. Once it left, she coughed out embers of her attack, too weak to get up but not weak enough to stare up into the night.
"LoreWarden... Nysoa... Bonkers.."
She listed off names until she let her head rest once again, going numb.
By me!
By Kasai Ryunosuke
By Narif (link in image)
Heart wrote:
"Teddybear, Friend to some, Fiend to many"
LadySith wrote:
He's evil and I love him
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