Cryopathy
(#70169094)
"All hail the Beast."
Warden
Cragward Custodian
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Spiral
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.93 m
Wingspan
3.03 m
Weight
112.47 kg
Genetics
Ice
Iridescent
Iridescent
Eggplant
Shimmer
Shimmer
Ice
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Spiral
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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When the Solstice King fell in battle, he knew that he would be the name of legends for generations to come. Pity that he knew not the true reason of his legendary status. Decades after his mortal body had been buried, his soul remained with it. Jailed under the barren wasteland of the Reclaimer’s Glacier, the permafrost kept both mind and body frozen in time. When the time came, the entity of inevitability and the Harbinger of karma stood above Cryopathy’s grave, spitting on it with a smile. “You will be your bloodline’s downfall,” she said with a bitter laugh, colder than the freezing winds surrounding them. “Your family is waiting for you in the Foxfire Bramble; you and you alone shall end your lineage. I trust in your capabilities, oh grand leader of the Solstice Kingdom.” With that, Solemn left, her plan falling into motion like the pieces of her perfect puzzle. It took weeks for Cryopathy’s body to thaw; Solemn’s magic was strong, but nature itself still pushed back against it. Still, slowly, his limbs began to twitch as magic coursed through his veins in replacement of blood. His eyes opened, frosted over like the panes of glass after a night of a snowstorm. It took hours for his body to force itself out of its coffin, and another few to use its claws to scrape past the permafrost and frozen dirt and grass. No longer could the Solstice King be considered a dragon; he became something of nightmares, a thing that a parent would threaten a hatchling with to behave. His hand reached for the sky, cracking from lack of use and the frozen bones, healing from Solemn’s magic and rebreaking from the incorrect refusion. His eyes, unseeing; his face, emotionless, looked towards the clouds as his body knew what to do even if his brain lacked the ability to think properly. Smoke and clouds circled around him until a being stood in front of him, as tall and majestic as he was before death; this was more than what could be said about the previous king. “My lord.” Frostbite’s voice was shaky and hoarse as he looked upon his master. “What have you become?” “Chell….” The king’s voice was arguably worse than his body; decades of disuse and maltreatment have left his vocal chords worn. His voice sounded like the churning of rusted gears, metal scraping on metal, bones being crushed into a fine powder by the pressure of the depths of the ocean. “Solemn.” “Chell? Your daughter?” Frostbite was confused; he wiped the icicles that were building up on his wings even though he didn’t feel it. “What does this have to do with Solemn?” It was only when Cryopathy started making his way away from the Glacier that Frostbite put two and two together. “Wait, my lord!” He ran towards the reanimated being, yet refused to touch him, more due to disgust than his bidding. “Chell is your daughter. You mustn’t.” “Solemn,” the late king simply said as a reply, continuing forward. His steps lurched forward as if he were just a marionette, controlled by string and wood. “You swore to protect your kingdom. You swore to protect your family!” Frostbite cried, standing in front of his master; the old man just walked past him, shoving him to the side in his mindless journey to the Tangled Wood to meet his family. Cryopathy’s guardian stood and watched as he disappeared into the howling snowstorm, the wind circling the lone dragon. He knew what he had to do, but he also knew that he didn’t have the power to do it; he literally could not force himself to disobey Cryopathy’s orders, no matter how much he wanted to. Frostbite’s heart shattered as if it were ice being thrown at a wall. This was not the king he knew. The king that he worked for was valiant and brave, if not a bit foolhardy. He should be trekking towards Solemn, not to worship her, but to fight her, to end her and everyone’s suffering. But now? The dragon felt the tug of Cryopathy’s desire pull them together; they were bound, no matter what Frostbite wanted. He had no true will of his own, not really. And so, Frostbite sighed and trailed after his master, following him unto the ends of the world and everything that came after. |
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