Starstorm

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The cheers and roars emitted from the Arena.

It was not for her, though. Bruised, barely even able to raise her head. The Guardian in front of her, smirking. "What's wrong? Can't see your demise?" The opponent cackled, approaching and lowering their head to stare at the bloodied Starstorm. Her armor wasn't any help, it just made the pain worse. Her claws dug at the soil below, the light above darkened, her eyes slowly closing. She was about to become a corpse, a nobody, a mistake to the Gladekeeper. Starstorm didn't even WANT to be in here, was just kidnapped one day now she has to face the consequences of her ignorance. The crowd became silent... Whispers, growls. She failed the fight, the whistle ringing from the microphones.

Pathetically picked up like some bag of potatoes, dragged toward the medical room. A familiar face, the one that always patched her up after rounds. That subtle tapping of claws. "Another loss?" His muffled voice trilled, obviously intrigued by how Starstorm even survived after being horrendously mauled. She gave a gruff, weakly throwing off her helmet, clanking onto the floor. Getting out of the way, shoving off each piece of armor with more irritation. "Hopefully after this, I can get out of this ruckus."" The Guardian muttered, giving a side-eye toward the Nocturne. Less injuries, less impression. "You didn't seem to bother with this round." The dragon commented, almost annoyed. This doctor always seemed unamused, with each pure, unaltered skin, he mocked.

"Just cut to the chase." The dragon growled, sitting on the.. Very uncomfortable floor as the doctor approached, simply bandaging and giving sutures to her wounds. Always never true healing. Just to get her back to the queue of rounds, another gladiator forced by their will upon this estranged coliseum. After she finally got patched, she lazily made her way back to her room, carrying her armor. It wasn't much of a room, more of a cell than anything. She collapsed onto the floor, settling her armor onto the corner. She loomed over the concrete walls with her eyes.

It was a final motivation to get out of here. She didn't care about some... Early release, she wanted out. It was now.

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STARSTORM

VC/SONG: CURSES - THE CRANE WIVES

"Being locked away it- It wasn't all glitters and charms."

Rusted Chain

Dragonmade

Sometimes every link is the weakest link. (Special thanks raptortooth.)

70

Metal Claws

Trinkets

Claws sharp enough to rival a kamaitachi!

39

Rusted Iron Pot

Trinkets

Once part of a set, this pot is missing its kettle. (Special thanks to Stormdance!)

85

Waterskin

Dragonmade

Crafted from a sheep's bladder, this skin holds a liter of water.

40

"Quit RATTLING your little toy, it's getting irritating."

INFO Status: Alive Age: Elder Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Personality: Grumpy, Snappy, Slow, Impatient Backstory: In a search of settling for a den in the Everbloom Gardens, she ended up kidnapped and thrown into an unruly coliseum to fight for her life. She finally decided to escape, causing a massacre before finally resting where she was originally searching, now having her own family. TRIVIA * Major insomniac * Goes outside to stare at the stars if she ends up restless. * Softspot for dragons younger than her, large maternal instincts

RELATIONSHIPS KUBO Adopted Child LAKENDRA Adopted Child CEDAR Adopted Child CAUTION Old Friend SPRINNER Old Friend IZANAGI ???

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