Inferno
(#78039327)
Level 10 Veilspun
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.29 m
Wingspan
1.12 m
Weight
1.51 kg
Genetics
Gloom
Bright (Veilspun)
Bright (Veilspun)
Shale
Spinner (Veilspun)
Spinner (Veilspun)
Fire
Flecks (Veilspun)
Flecks (Veilspun)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Veilspun
EXP: 21291 / 27676
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
in·fer·no inˈfərnō 1. a large fire that is dangerously out of control: 2. hell (with reference to dante's divine comedy). her majesty "through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people." ♫ |
personality inferno cannot be captured in words. there's little information about the veil ruler available to the general inhabitants of her lair, her unmatched status being absolutely unquestionable. whether it's her aura that makes her so spine-chillingly unapproachable, or her iron-fisted rule of her kingdom, inferno knows how to keep dragons in order, and she knows how to do that very well. backstory a hatchling, an orphan stumbling into the flamecaller's land, eyes ablaze, teeth bared. the birth of judgement; the birth of sin. few can say what happened that faithful day, but the shard of time kept by her finest wildclaw warrior is a memory worth millions. job there is nothing that gets past inferno. the queen seems to have eyes all throughout the lair; anything that poses a threat to the sanctity of her citizens somehow seems to crumble. though some lairs boast their idle queens, dainty and harmless, inferno does not take on the role of the passive leader, and she refuses to give up her crown. _____________________________________________________________________ art + writing She speaks with the shriek of worn catgut, An ensemblist’s scarred finger dancing delicate to her conducting tut. Her shadow lags behind her, A wretched follower bound in cuffs that pierce blades between cheek as a muffler. The click-clack of her claws is rough, sounding out the destruction of ego yet to come and sure enough. One look from her sprouts burns of impetigo, Given back twofold for sins untold From a life long ago. Ichor drips from her shadow’s corner fold, Turning into tendrils that flail Before finding a leg and taking hold. You take back your hope that God will hear your wails. You know what's here is only her, the ember veil. - purblepossum |
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