Victory

(#87267576)
Let all my red flags fade to white. I give up.
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Banescale
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style

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Skin

Skin: Amplifire

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Measurements

Length
4.87 m
Wingspan
7.04 m
Weight
687.71 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Obsidian
Ragged (Banescale)
Obsidian
Ragged (Banescale)
Secondary Gene
Obsidian
Tear (Banescale)
Obsidian
Tear (Banescale)
Tertiary Gene
White
Skeletal (Banescale)
White
Skeletal (Banescale)

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jun 30, 2023
(10 months)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Banescale

Eye Type

Eye Type
Lightning
Uncommon
Level 1 Banescale
EXP: 0 / 245
Scratch
Shred
STR
8
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5

Biography

Sharpened Scythe
VICTORY
Victory was renowned throughout the land as a fearsome coliseum fighter, leaving a trail of defeated adversaries in her wake.

Born with an insatiable desire for conquest, Victory found her true purpose within the blood-stained arena of the coliseum. The cheers of the crowd fueled her fiery spirit, and the prospect of defeating challengers brought an unbridled joy to her draconic heart. She reveled in the anticipation of battle, relishing the moment when her foes stood before her, trembling with fear.

Victory's immense strength and cunning proved to be insurmountable for many who dared to challenge her. With each clash, she unleashed her devastating breath, engulfing her adversaries in a blaze of scorching flames. Her ruthless attacks were met with horrified gasps from the spectators, but to Victory, the sight of her foes' defeat brought elation beyond measure.

She had no mercy for those who foolishly believed they could triumph over her. Victory had honed her skills and sharpened her claws to perfection, leaving no room for weakness or hesitation. Her opponents were merely stepping stones on her path to glory, their pitiful attempts to best her only serving to fuel her insatiable appetite for victory.
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As the stories of her conquests spread far and wide, challengers came from distant lands, seeking to test their mettle against the indomitable Victory. Some were seasoned warriors, hardened by countless battles, while others were mere novices, driven by foolish bravery. Regardless of their skill, they all met the same fate—swift and merciless obliteration at the claws of the fearsome dragon.

But amidst the chaos and destruction she sowed, Victory's heart remained untouched by compassion. The joy she found in besting her foes was inseparable from the carnage she left in her wake. The thrill of battle consumed her, blinding her to the consequences of her actions. She cared not for the lives she took, dismissing them as insignificant obstacles in her path to everlasting glory.

As the years passed, Victory's relentless reign in the coliseum remained unchallenged. She became an icon of terror and despair, a symbol of the price one must pay for daring to challenge the mighty dragon. The coliseum itself became a place of dread, its once vibrant spirit tainted by the ruthless acts of a dragon who reveled in the suffering of others.

Yet, even in the darkest of tales, a glimmer of redemption can emerge. It is said that one fateful day, as Victory stood poised for another battle, her eyes locked with those of a courageous warrior. This challenger possessed a determination and resolve that ignited a flicker of something unfamiliar within the dragon's heart—doubt.

In that moment, as the warrior faced certain doom, Victory hesitated. A sliver of compassion, long dormant, began to stir within her. She saw the reflection of her own insatiable thirst for victory in the warrior's eyes, and for the first time, she questioned the cost of her unyielding pursuit.

In an unexpected turn of events, Victory unleashed a controlled burst of flame that narrowly missed the warrior. Astonished by her own actions, she watched as the warrior, wounded but alive, scrambled to safety. The coliseum roared ready for Victory to end the poor dragon that tried to stand against her.

Her challenger, rather suddenly, turned on his heel and charged at her with impressive speed and ferocity. A wildness and panic inside him made Victory flounder with her challengers onslaught of attacks and movement, she couldn't tell what was going on, and fought to take control of the battle once more.

The battle that ensued was unlike any witnessed before. Fire clashed with energy, scales with fangs, as Victory and her challenger engaged in an epic struggle for dominance. They fought with a ferocity that shook the very foundations of the coliseum, each refusing to yield to the other's might.

Despite her strength, Victory found herself pushed to the brink of defeat. Her challenger's relentless onslaught battered her, leaving her wings tattered and her body bruised. Yet, in the midst of their clash, a realization dawned upon both dragons. They saw mirrored reflections of their own unwavering passion to survive within one another.

In a rare moment of respite, Victory and her opponent locked eyes once more. Exhaustion mingled with admiration as they recognized the indomitable spirit that burned within each of them. The coliseum, once filled with the cacophony of battle, now echoed with a profound silence, as if the world itself held its breath.

With a mutual understanding, Victory and Raze simultaneously ceased their attacks. The dragons, bloodied and battered, came to a solemn realization. They no longer wished to perpetuate the cycle of violence and destruction. The coliseum, once their arena of glory, now seemed like a prison that bound them to a life of eternal conflict.

Yet, Victory's ego would not let her escape the prison she built for herself, lunging at her opponent, holding his neck in her teeth, she dashed through the coliseum doors. She will not lose if no one sees either of them again. After racing through the corridors to where no one could find them she dropped her foe.
"You are defeat. You have won. Go." she hissed.
"I will go with you. I have no where else to go." he replied, hesitantly.
"...For now. You may come."

They traveling together, bonding over long flights and hunting by each others side. Victory would remain forever victorious to the spectators of the coliseum. But Defeat was the most comforting thing she could ever know.
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