Paraquat
(#86714135)
swollen, eroded, with bloodied scabs
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
18.92 m
Wingspan
19.04 m
Weight
7484.93 kg
Genetics
Latte
Stitched
Stitched
Metals
Hypnotic
Hypnotic
Emerald
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Guardian
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
snapper breed change
He had made a mistake. It was a simple mistake, it should have been nothing really. It really should have been nothing really. But it wasn't. He knew that this would be the last day of his life. He knew that there was nothing that could save him now. He said he was sorry, to his Goddess, that he would poison her beautiful flowers. He hoped there could be something done.
The empty bottle of pesticides fell limp from his hand. It was a glass bottle. One for water. A mistake.
He prayed again, asking the Keeper Of Glades to save his body. He said that he would do anything, care for all the weeds he killed. He knew this wouldn't do anything, right? But it was all he had. He was all alone.
But something answered, but it was not his God. His blood subducted out from his body, veins filling with the same noxious fluid that killed him just moments ago. The Great Bringer of Plagues was kind enough to let him still feel the pain, the pain of all his organs failing, without the worthless release of death at the end.
i₭łⱠⱠ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ฿ɄⱤ₦ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ₭łⱠⱠ ₥Ɏ ₴ł₴₮ɆⱤ'₴ ₩ØⱤ₮ⱧⱠɆ₴₴ ₮Ⱨł₦₲₴ ₭łⱠⱠ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ฿ɄⱤ₦ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ɎØɄⱤ ฿ⱠØØĐ
He had made a mistake. It was a simple mistake, it should have been nothing really. It really should have been nothing really. But it wasn't. He knew that this would be the last day of his life. He knew that there was nothing that could save him now. He said he was sorry, to his Goddess, that he would poison her beautiful flowers. He hoped there could be something done.
The empty bottle of pesticides fell limp from his hand. It was a glass bottle. One for water. A mistake.
He prayed again, asking the Keeper Of Glades to save his body. He said that he would do anything, care for all the weeds he killed. He knew this wouldn't do anything, right? But it was all he had. He was all alone.
But something answered, but it was not his God. His blood subducted out from his body, veins filling with the same noxious fluid that killed him just moments ago. The Great Bringer of Plagues was kind enough to let him still feel the pain, the pain of all his organs failing, without the worthless release of death at the end.
i₭łⱠⱠ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ฿ɄⱤ₦ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ₭łⱠⱠ ₥Ɏ ₴ł₴₮ɆⱤ'₴ ₩ØⱤ₮ⱧⱠɆ₴₴ ₮Ⱨł₦₲₴ ₭łⱠⱠ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ฿ɄⱤ₦ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ɎØɄⱤ ฿ⱠØØĐ
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Exalting Paraquat to the service of the Plaguebringer will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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