Whisper
(#8718601)
Level 25 Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.68 m
Wingspan
8.52 m
Weight
407.15 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Basic
Basic
Royal
Basic
Basic
Royal
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Mirror
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Lineage
Biography
Rustle, Murmur, and Whisper make up the squad known as the Hand of Fate. Unlike most of the hunting groups in the pack, these three only ever run as a unified trio. No "outsiders" are allowed to join their hunts, and they won't run unless all three are able to go. Also unlike most of the pack, their targets are usually political and military in nature, rather than animal prey.
Given their names, one would perhaps expect them to excel at stealth and ambush, but the reality is that they are the sort of squad that comes crashing through the brush at full speed, shouting out their battle cry at the top of their lungs, and hoping their foes flee the field outright. Not because the trio wants to avoid battle, but rather because they want the thrill of the chase first!
Often accused of "playing with her food", Whisper seems to enjoy watching her foes slowly lose to a thousand and one cuts. A slash of claws here, a piercing bite there, never enough to incapacitate, just enough to draw a little bit more blood, to weaken them for a little bit more. This strategy, of course, often leaves her open as her foe fights back, or tries to anyway. What few strikes make it past her guard have left scars that she wears with pride - proof positive that she has overcome the same injuries that all of her targets eventually succumb to in the end.
Given their names, one would perhaps expect them to excel at stealth and ambush, but the reality is that they are the sort of squad that comes crashing through the brush at full speed, shouting out their battle cry at the top of their lungs, and hoping their foes flee the field outright. Not because the trio wants to avoid battle, but rather because they want the thrill of the chase first!
Often accused of "playing with her food", Whisper seems to enjoy watching her foes slowly lose to a thousand and one cuts. A slash of claws here, a piercing bite there, never enough to incapacitate, just enough to draw a little bit more blood, to weaken them for a little bit more. This strategy, of course, often leaves her open as her foe fights back, or tries to anyway. What few strikes make it past her guard have left scars that she wears with pride - proof positive that she has overcome the same injuries that all of her targets eventually succumb to in the end.
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Exalting Whisper to the service of the Lightweaver 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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