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RaisingCain
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Lopai
{Have a
charming Mercenary! He has a rather extensive bio, one of the first I wrote on this site. Maliect has a rather special place in my heart, and so I use him a lot across my many Roleplays.^^}
Maliect-
Mercenary-Asexual-Arcane
Maliect was alone. He preferred it to be that way; the less mindless chattering and gossip and foolishness he is subjected to, the more he could focus on the task at hand. Besides, his clan leaders were getting a bit concerned on the number of...incidents that happen to the dragon who accompanies the blind Skydancer.
But he wasn't a part of the clan. Not technically. So the Council could do nothing but frown, shake their heads, and recommend the others to not approach Maliect when he does not want to enjoy the company of others. The broodmothers could not take any action expect to keep their hatchlings away and shoot him glares full of venom.
"How droll." He said to himself, a rather unsettling grin plastered onto his face, "It's almost as if they are trying to get rid of me."
Caw-caw-caw!
A hoarse voice of a Death Seeker snapped the Skydancer out of his musings. His blank eyes narrowed slightly.
"Fly ahead, and show me what lies in my way." he told the bird, quietly. Their eyes met for a moment, a piercing red against the sightless white. The bird lifted itself into the sky, and soared ahead.
Maliect stealthily extended his own, tattered wings, and with two flaps, alighted himself onto the branch of a gnarled tree. He was by no means incapable or disabled. Not at all. The Skydancer had a way with the monstrous Death Seekers. They come to him, and he bends them to his will. He sees through their many eyes, hears through their countless ears, scream death upon his enemies from their foul beaks.
Making sure he was a good distance away from the potential threat, Maliect focused his energy on the bird. He wanted a good visual.
Through the eyes of the bird, Maliect saw him. The Wildclaw, bedecked in gold armor. The Skydancder scoffed, greatly amused at what he saw. "Why, it appears the Arcane are not the only ones lacking in a sense of taste. That fellow wears gold like it's going out of style!"
The bird swung around for another pass.
"And
what do we have here?" Maliect said to himself, eyes widening in delight, "Is that a
flower-crown? What an interesting choice of armor...for a sissy!"