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Lehrer

(#89322562)

{ he, him }

Hoardling

Transmuted Treasure

Energy: 50/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

15.33 m

Wingspan

17.81 m

Weight

8722.91 kg

Genetics

Metals
Savannah

Marigold
Alloy

Sanddollar
Veined

Hatchday

Sep 23, 2023
(7 months)

Breed

Adult
Ridgeback

Eye Type

Water
Goat

Level 1 Ridgeback

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

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Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

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Biography

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Carver Leander Lehrer
The monstrous warlord lost amongst hot dunes and spirits screaming for spilt ichor. A thunderous existence nigh impossible to extinguish, let alone conquer...

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Blood cakes his wretched scales and he smells of arid death. Encountering him promises one's demise, for it is clear his mind is not all there, rampant and run red with unquenchable wrath. He follows his blade and his blade follows him and truly, that is all he seemingly desires from this world. His talons are stained from years of use while all four of his palms have been burnt to calloused scars by the flaming sands he has traversed upon since... Since... He fails to recall, pulls forth his old broadsword as he aims to bury its edge into the sand snake slithering amongst the golden grains before him. It is so incredibly rare for the wanderer to glimpse smaller creatures with his own two eyes, for once they sense his presence, they—

"Is there a reason for killing that helpless, pathetic creature?"

Lehrer comes to a shuddering halt, his weapon still raised high in the air like a salute as his head turns slightly to address the stranger whom has recklessly spoken to him. The voices are excited by the prospect of a challenger, but the moment he lays eyes upon the other sentient being, their screeching ramblings are immediately silenced. Never once has he seen something so beautiful before... But the silence does not last for long because all of the spirits are collectively screaming again, the cacophony demanding Lehrer to make the pretty thing his.

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The beast lowers his blade. "...It is because I desire to kill it." his deep, tumultuous voice echoes like a distant thunderstorm, every word charged raw with sheer power and indifferent, indomitable will. The smaller, precious doll-like stranger of a dragon could not compare to the sheer strength the larger, bloodthirsty drake radiated... But despite this reality, the foreigner continued to bravely question the desert warlord whom was stained crimson.

"Why is this your desire?" his fair voice reminded the old warrior of a serene serpent lying in wait, for his tone was smooth and steady, brimming with amused patience. For a moment, Lehrer did not know what to make of this wily temperament, but then a wicked grin alights upon his cracked lips.

"You like being clever." he observes simply, blatantly ignoring the Wildclaw's previous question. Only the smaller dragon's tracks were what followed him from behind, so where could this stranger possibly hail from? "Like a clever illusion..." he murmurs under his breath, blazing sapphire eyes clouding slightly. "...Would you even bleed if I cut you...?" his grip is tightening around the worn hilt of his weapon once again, readying himself to drag it forth through the sand towards its new intended target all in one vicious swipe.

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"Do you truly wish to see my blood? Is that your final desire?" such a taunting and teasingly alluring lilt, as if specifically manufactured to disarmingly charm—in fact, Lehrer caught himself expectantly leaning in, wanting to fall for such enticing sweetness—but-

"No. I want to see what color ichor you possess." ...and he was not the only one who yearned to catch such a sight. The Hound was the loudest amongst the spirit collective about its curiosities over what hue would spill forth after slicing through the stranger's precious scales. They are incredibly pretty, icy white and glazed with a subtle purple shimmer like frost-bitten bone... Lehrer's favorite color, white, like blanched ivory or bleached wood.

"...Is that so?" the haunted warrior watches as the princely figure presents one palm, a bright flame-like light of a purplish tincture Lehrer has never seen flashing briefly from within the center of his paw. When the flash dissipates, a small ornate silver dagger lies remaining within the foreigner's grasp. The Ridgeback understands exactly what this stranger intends to do and his mouth salivates with greedy anticipation. The spirits are driven wild once again, more so when the small blade cuts a faint line into the heel of the other's second paw—deep enough to draw blood.

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For a moment, there were no swelling droplets or beads of fluid appearing, and Lehrer briefly wondered if he would be disappointed yet again—until a vivid amethyst line flushes visibly across the self-made light laceration. The towering golden drake watches as lavender tears drip from the stranger's paw and onto the hot sand below. They crystalize upon contact, scattering across the shiny grains like another jewel being tossed upon a dragon's gilded hoard. "You are certainly not what you seem." the old warlord growls gently.

"You seem pleased." the latter, and far fairer of the two, calmly observes as he squeezes his bleeding paw shut. When it unfurls again, the wound has clearly disappeared, along with the ichor that was clinging to it then. However, the faint scent of lilac and lavender remains, the sweetness continuing to tease Lehrer's hungering senses.

"I am." the Ridgeback pulls his heavy blade back into its sheath. "How enthralling it is, this feeling to devour more of you..." both drakes understood that Lehrer was not speaking literally, his gaze clearly betraying the burning thirst to bask within the oasis that has willingly presented itself to him upon this blazing day. "Now tell me what am I to you... for you to seek me so?"

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coding by Taytenn#339149
modified by unkrowned

~~piece of work you are :3~~
when he was easier than his boyfriend, i cannot complain

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