Azalea
(#75704765)
The dead do *not* make better company than the living.
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Energy: 48
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.75 m
Wingspan
7.01 m
Weight
887.96 kg
Genetics
Wine
Flaunt
Flaunt
Antique
Bee
Bee
White
Filigree
Filigree
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
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A Z A L E A
Weaver of Fates 
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 B I O G R A P H Y
It had all started about a half a year back, with the death of the reform movement’s leader at the hand of a royal guard. The people hadn’t particularly liked the royals before then, as evidenced by the fact that there was a reform group in the first place, but it had always been fairly peaceful and the people were generally ok with the kiddy steps that were occasionally made to keep them from starting a full rebellion. That one death broke the already unstable peace, however, and the people began to rally with the goal of starting a coup. The leader? The current queen’s own brother. Azalea hadn’t exactly been particular to the idea of a coup. After all, she was Queen Soliera’s closest friend, however she had witnessed firsthand the sorry state of their city, and despite her numerous attempts to get her queen to understand it as well, Soliera had always delegated the issues to her politicians; the ones who had put the city in its sorry state in the first place. Azalea agreed something needed to change, but Lunaster was the one who convinced her to join his cause with his sweet nothings and empty promises. She should have seen right through it, but she was confused and torn between her friend and her city. And now? She could see clearly which side she should have chosen. The king slumped to the floor of the caverns, shot in the head by Lunaster’s favorite archer. Azalea stepped back in an attempt to hide herself. She no longer wanted to be associated with these monsters, but as the mirror notched another arrow, Lunaster walked over to her, congratulating her on a job well done, and how he couldn’t have done it without her extra intel. It felt like he was mocking her for ever believing a word he said. Only a few hours later the people were celebrating, while Azalea mourned. Months had passed since that brutal night, and to an outsider, Lunaster had made it seem as though he had fixed practically all of the city’s problems. Those who lived there however, knew. They knew that the crime wasn’t gone, it had just become organized, headed by their very own new king. They knew the money was still funneling away from the city, it’s just that this time it funneled solely into the pockets of Lunaster and his inner circle. Anything spent on the city was to keep up appearances. The king clearly had no intention of actually fixing any issues. Azalea had to just blend in with the rest and accept it. What could she have done after all? To speak against Lunaster was to put a target on your back in this new age. She spent each day quietly cursing herself and the new king, wishing she could have known what would happen when that monster convinced her to join his cause, and missing the friend whom she had betrayed. Finally, she had had enough. Azalea packed what little she could and slinked off during the night, escaping the city and hoping to make a new life for herself in which she would never have to think about that ******* again. Leaving the city was easy enough, and she quickly made it to the surface through the same tunnels that the old royals had died in. What was there when she surfaced however, she was not prepared for. Her eyes met with a large banescale. His scales were cracked and patchy, his skin tethered tightly against bones which were exposed in patterns along his back and chest. His eyes were gone, and a lifeless black mist flowed from the crevices instead. Though, even in this decrepit state, she could still recognize the previous king. 
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B I O G R A P H Y
Azalea scrambled away from the living corpse of her former king, terrified. Soon however, she noticed more and more banescales staring lifelessly at her. She could tell they were all the family of the previous royals, despite all being heavily rotted. More dragons began appearing, these ones she did not recognize. They piled up, surrounding her and the hole she had come out of, and for a moment she questioned if being tortured by Lunaster might be a better option than becoming an undead. But just as Azalea was getting ready to run, one more dragon appeared. This one was different from the rest. Her scales were pristine, minus the clear, weirdly glowing scars that ran across them. The black smoke that poured out of the eyes of the undead dragons flowed around this one’s whole body, and her eyes shone bright red like the color of freshly spilled blood. Azalea could see her friend standing before her; Queen Soliera, most definitely alive, but as she turned to speak, Azalea knew that this was something more. ”AzZZaleaA…” The queen spoke in a pained, raspy voice. There was an undertone to it, almost as if someone else was speaking with her, “RRunnN… I ccan’TT hoLD Ittt oFF llloNG.” Suddenly, the dragon leapt forward, slashing at Azalea with unnaturally long talons. She dove back into the tunnels without a second thought and ran all the way back to the city, punishment be damned. When she arrived, there were guards waiting for her. They chained her up as she tried to explain the horrors she had just witnessed, and brought her to the king’s palace, where Lunaster was waiting to decide what he would do with her. Just as the corrupt king was getting ready to dispose of what he considered a nuisance however, an unholy screech echoed around the city walls. Then another, and another, until it was a chorus of chaos as the undead erupted from the tunnels, heading straight for the palace and tearing into any unlucky soul that happened to be in the way. Soliera pushed in with them, leading the swarm to her target. The undead circled overhead of the palace, as Soliera landed in the courtyard right behind her brother. He turned to look at her, and she smiled. A cruel, cold smile not unlike the one he showed her that fateful day. He only had a moment to scream, before she ripped out his throat and tore him limb from limb, just as he had done to their family during his coup. As Azalea watched in terror, she knew that she had to do something. She slowly approached this… thing who had once been her friend, and as it looked up at her from the brutalized corpse of its brother, its expression changed from joy to fear. Its red eyes flickered for just a second as it tried to hold itself back. ”PleasSE… rrRUn…” Azalea moved closer, ignoring Soliera’s pleas. ”Iwon’t run, not anymore. I’m tired of it.” She slowly moved in, and placed a paw on Soliera’s head as the creature trembled, fighting the urge to kill. ”I don’t know what it is that’s controlling you, but let me in. I’ll share the pain, so you don’t have to force it back alone.” Suddenly, the black mist flowing around the queen shot up and began pouring into Azalea. Her paw grew burning hot, and she began to hear a voice in her head. She tried to remove her paw, but couldn’t let go. The two of them pulled against each other in their attempts to get away, until Soliera’s eyes glowed her natural color, and she called upon a minion to dive down onto them, forcing them apart and severing the connection. The mist flowed around the two of them, weaker than it was before, and the voices were jumbled and incomprehensible, unable to control anything. The undead stopped in their tracks and returned to their summoner’s side, pacified. Soliera stood up first, she sighed a deep sigh, relieved that she was finally free of that monster’s control, before remembering what had happened and running to her friend’s side to help. Azalea laid there motionless as her eyes glowed bright, and then with a blink, they were back to normal. She shot up and stared directly at Soliera. ”We need to run. Now.” |
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