Yudai

This drake seems to know quite a bit before he fully matured. His descriptive looks beckons the obvious idea that of the Plaguebringer, and the likeness stays very close.

Mother's gifted crest, he calls it.

He was bestowed upon such a fruitful gift indeed, knowing he is strong. He was given scars born into his body, deeply dug and healed like it lingered for years. His giant size, his powerful maw and claws, his jagged focused gaze; All gifts given to him for a purpose.

He is a survivor; he is built of remnants; he was sewn together with the ragged tools and torn threads of knowledge; He is different.

And whatever his purpose may be, he will execute it no matter the cost.

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And in the light of the blood moon, when his crimson boils in the abyssal dark, must he find calamity in his soul, bound by the strains of Her concoction.

Boney and virulent, his life curdles ever-so-slightly more the longer he remains trapped in this humid prison he is dictated to consider a home, unable to return to Her core.

For just a hope must he search, to regain something given and taken away in another life, to retrieve his entitled, what he was made for.

A veiny pulse from his stoney heart allows life; a push from his thin lungs allows breath; Refutation and will allow survival.

Nothing will remain forever.