Massacre
(#93274660)
Level 16 Aberration
Cloud
Smoke Gyre
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Energy: 35/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Aberration
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.84 m
Wingspan
6.75 m
Weight
580.88 kg
Genetics
Abyss
Falcon (Aberration)
Falcon (Aberration)
Stonewash
Flair (Aberration)
Flair (Aberration)
Robin
Flameforger (Aberration)
Flameforger (Aberration)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 16 Aberration
EXP: 56370 / 71966
STR
28
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
5
Biography
M A S S A C R E
——— Scavenger ———
——— Scavenger ———
"Is something the matter? Is something the matter?
No need to look so scared. No need to look so scared."
As the two of you step out from under the overhang, the sudden light in your eyes forces you to stop and let your eyes adjust. Whatever magic that's imbued in this cathedral must somehow make everything brighter, although that's hardly the strangest thing about this place anymore. As your vision returns, you finally notice the strange, ghastly figure waiting to enter the alcove. Its two sets of stark, white eyes stare you down, freezing you in your tracks. Asteria, on the other hand, seems unfazed as usual.
"Massacre!" She waves a claw toward the dragon whose mouth twists into a wicked smile. The name alone sends a shiver down your spine, but you pick up no ill intent from the other dragon.
"Speaking of Jelani's scouts, Massacre here's one of the best! Massacre's crooked smile broadens as he nods politely. "Well don't let me do all the talking again, how about you introduce yourself this time? Both of Massacre's mouths drop their smiles as he nervously wrings his hands. Asteria reaches over to give him a supportive shoulder pat. "Don't worry, we're all friends here!" She turns back to give you a pointed look and you quickly nod in agreement.
Reassured, the Aberration takes a deep breath and begins to speak with both heads in a scratchy, syncronized voice. "H- hello. H- hello. I am Massacre. I am Massacre. I search the outside for lost dragons. I search the outside for lost dragons. And I hunt sometimes. And I hunt sometimes." He seems to have finished speaking and is now sweating bullets, eyes darting back and forth between the two of you.
Asteria grins brighter than ever and jumps forward to wrap her small arms around Massacre in a hug. "That was great, Massacre!" The Abberation appears startled, but soon relaxes into the hug. "Six more words than last time!" The Abberation's flames flicker in relief at having done a good job. "Really? Really? Phew. Phew."
The Nocturne gives him a reassuring nod. "Absolutely. I better let you get back to work or Blackfang will kill me. I'm sure you've got lost dragons to report and all that." She turns to give you a discrete wink. "It was good to meet you. It was good to meet you." Massacre bows politely and ducks under the overhang, wiping the sweat from his brows. As the cloth cover flaps behind him, you turn back to follow Asteria, who - expectedly - has already begun skipping away.
Asteria's Entry on Massacre:
Massacre came across the dragons of the Hewn City while fleeing from Luminax's destruction in the Emperor's Wake. No one knows how he got here from the Southern Icefield, since he hasn't worked up the courage to say that many words in a row yet. He practices his conversational skills with Mikos at the Moonlit Maren, who considers him a regular despite the Abberation never touching alcohol. He now patrols the surrounding areas of the Hewn City, searching for lost dragons and hunting stray woodland creatures.
No need to look so scared. No need to look so scared."
As the two of you step out from under the overhang, the sudden light in your eyes forces you to stop and let your eyes adjust. Whatever magic that's imbued in this cathedral must somehow make everything brighter, although that's hardly the strangest thing about this place anymore. As your vision returns, you finally notice the strange, ghastly figure waiting to enter the alcove. Its two sets of stark, white eyes stare you down, freezing you in your tracks. Asteria, on the other hand, seems unfazed as usual.
"Massacre!" She waves a claw toward the dragon whose mouth twists into a wicked smile. The name alone sends a shiver down your spine, but you pick up no ill intent from the other dragon.
"Speaking of Jelani's scouts, Massacre here's one of the best! Massacre's crooked smile broadens as he nods politely. "Well don't let me do all the talking again, how about you introduce yourself this time? Both of Massacre's mouths drop their smiles as he nervously wrings his hands. Asteria reaches over to give him a supportive shoulder pat. "Don't worry, we're all friends here!" She turns back to give you a pointed look and you quickly nod in agreement.
Reassured, the Aberration takes a deep breath and begins to speak with both heads in a scratchy, syncronized voice. "H- hello. H- hello. I am Massacre. I am Massacre. I search the outside for lost dragons. I search the outside for lost dragons. And I hunt sometimes. And I hunt sometimes." He seems to have finished speaking and is now sweating bullets, eyes darting back and forth between the two of you.
Asteria grins brighter than ever and jumps forward to wrap her small arms around Massacre in a hug. "That was great, Massacre!" The Abberation appears startled, but soon relaxes into the hug. "Six more words than last time!" The Abberation's flames flicker in relief at having done a good job. "Really? Really? Phew. Phew."
The Nocturne gives him a reassuring nod. "Absolutely. I better let you get back to work or Blackfang will kill me. I'm sure you've got lost dragons to report and all that." She turns to give you a discrete wink. "It was good to meet you. It was good to meet you." Massacre bows politely and ducks under the overhang, wiping the sweat from his brows. As the cloth cover flaps behind him, you turn back to follow Asteria, who - expectedly - has already begun skipping away.
Asteria's Entry on Massacre:
Massacre came across the dragons of the Hewn City while fleeing from Luminax's destruction in the Emperor's Wake. No one knows how he got here from the Southern Icefield, since he hasn't worked up the courage to say that many words in a row yet. He practices his conversational skills with Mikos at the Moonlit Maren, who considers him a regular despite the Abberation never touching alcohol. He now patrols the surrounding areas of the Hewn City, searching for lost dragons and hunting stray woodland creatures.
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