Rufrus

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Level 1 Gaoler
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Gaoler
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style

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Skin

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Measurements

Length
10.96 m
Wingspan
7.96 m
Weight
5770.96 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Lead
Piebald (Gaoler)
Lead
Piebald (Gaoler)
Secondary Gene
Black
Paint (Gaoler)
Black
Paint (Gaoler)
Tertiary Gene
Mauve
Gnarlhorns (Gaoler)
Mauve
Gnarlhorns (Gaoler)

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jul 30, 2023
(9 months)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Gaoler

Eye Type

Eye Type
Plague
Common
Level 1 Gaoler
EXP: 0 / 245
Anticipate
Shred
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
7
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
7

Biography

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R U F R U S
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Under the red moonlight of The Scarred Wasteland, Rufrus stood unwavering amongst the plague, breathing in the scent of death and rot that littered every corner and inch of this infested land. Her claws, jaw, and horns were all covered in coats and coats of scarlet, her once piebald coat now tinged with evidence of many life-and-death battles. Yet the Gaoler would merely shake it off with a scoff before continuing to saunter lazily over the trail of mangled corpses, already in search of her new plaything, leaving a trail of utter destruction in her wake.

One might begin to wonder - how did she end up here, and why was she assigned the role of being a brood mother out of everything else?

To which Kessla would reply with naught but a hearty laugh and a shake of her head, all the while looking at another certain Gaoler, "You will be wary of a dragon that has nothing to lose, but you will fear a mother protecting her children."

Of course, there came many challenges and obstacles before Rufrus' neverending thirst for blood could be quelled. One would include a battle between one of the toughest Wildclaws in the clan and her, leaving both near the brink of death. But Anahera eventually triumphed over her by sheer willpower and in a strong burst of raw strength, finally ending the hateful Gaoler's kill streak of... several digits.

Into containment, she went, while the elders debated on what their next steps would be. While they conferenced, a Gaoler sneaked past guards and dragons alike, those earthy brown eyes twinkling with anticipation and worry.

"We've met, haven't we?"

She turned to face the voice, her piebald fur bristling like a porcupine's. Her lips were drawn back in a fierce snarl, tail lashing behind her like a whip as she snapped at the bars that separated her and another Gaoler that bore traits similar to hers. She hesitated at the sight of him as if something clicked within her mind, but the angry rumbling in her throat didn't cease.

"I know no weakling." She spat, gaze flickering disdainfully from the male to the bars. "Especially cowards."

"I am no weakling," He mumbled under his breath as his ears flattened onto his head. The petals of several ginger flowers that adorned his body fluttered uneasily. "The Wrymwound, twelve moons ago. When the lake's toxins splattered onto you."

Her eyes darted from place to place, her face contorting into a look of hate, disgust, and anger all at once as memories flooded into her mind. "It killed me. It killed who I was."

But before he could get a word in, she snapped, eyes boiling with sheer resentment, "How do you know of that day?"

"I was there. I had searched moons for you, but you were long turned foul by the Wyrmwound's plague." He sighed. "Your name... do you remember what it was?"

Her mane and hackles lowered. Her heart squeezed with an emotion she couldn't comprehend, but her guts weren't twisting as they usually would be against everyone else. The hostility - the plague that claimed her mind was silent. Her head shook, slowly.

"Rufrus. Your name had been Rufrus, my love." A smile cracked across his features.

"... Cy?"

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