Vrochi
(#35838427)
Level 1 Wildclaw
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.94 m
Wingspan
7.16 m
Weight
653.46 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Jaguar
Jaguar
Midnight
Rosette
Rosette
Overcast
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Rain
Pounding above our heads
Moaning, screaming
Shouting for a distant memory.
Thunder
Shaking with his immense power
Roaring with absolute anger
Waiting for his chance to strike.
Wind
Ever so graceful,
As one with the mind,
Remote, serene, peaceful.
Snow
White and pure
Innocent, what does she know?
Dangling her snowflakes in the air.
But the rain knew
He heard all
And in a wave of fury
He descended.
Camoflauged
Spotted
Bright eyes, flared.
What do they know
Those mortals.
Because I am the Dark Seer
And I have come.
V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏ c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅ ḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜ r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏ c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐
V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜ r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜ r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅ į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐
V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜ r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐ V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏mc̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐
V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏ c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐ V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅ ḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅ ḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̈͗̊̐
Enter with caution, my friend
Guilt
Incessantly
Pounding above our heads
Moaning, screaming
Shouting for a distant memory.
Thunder
Shaking with his immense power
Roaring with absolute anger
Waiting for his chance to strike.
Wind
Ever so graceful,
As one with the mind,
Remote, serene, peaceful.
Snow
White and pure
Innocent, what does she know?
Dangling her snowflakes in the air.
But the rain knew
He heard all
And in a wave of fury
He descended.
Camoflauged
Spotted
Bright eyes, flared.
What do they know
Those mortals.
Because I am the Dark Seer
And I have come.
V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏ c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅ ḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜ r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏ c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐
V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜ r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜ r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅ į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐
V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜ r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐ V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏mc̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐
V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏ c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐ V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅ ḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅ ḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̰̈͗̊̐V̵̨̱̩̩̙̠͚̝͓̣͙̤̤̗͛̊̓̈̂͜r̸̗̞̳̞̹̳̳͖͚͆͑̐̌̇̄̎̈́̀͜͝ò̶̰̠͇̆̍̒̏c̴̢̢̛̝̞̮̖̥̦̻͍̼̖͎͊͆̿͘̚̚̕̚͜͝ͅḫ̵̞̙͈̥̲͌̋̾̉̅į̸͉̤̖̹̟͖̲̠̪̈͗̊̐
Enter with caution, my friend
Vrochí was never to fond of his siblings. Being the youngest of his exiled parents, he was allowed to stay on harsh conditions--do anything wrong, you're dead. No, not figuratively. Literally. Unfortunately his parents were found as traitors, betraying the loyalty of Katrina, a powerful leg of the triumvirate that watched over whatever presided within the twisted caverns of the Black Rose. They had passed along clan secrets to a rival clan through one of their children, presumed to be Vrochí himself, for as long as they had been living in the clan.
And they had felt betrayed, totally baffled on why these two dragons would deceive the clan that had accepted them so warmly... And now Vrochí was left, forced to show his loyalty that his parents had thrown away so carelessly.
After all, once the one chance one was given with this clan was gone, it was gone for good.
And they had felt betrayed, totally baffled on why these two dragons would deceive the clan that had accepted them so warmly... And now Vrochí was left, forced to show his loyalty that his parents had thrown away so carelessly.
After all, once the one chance one was given with this clan was gone, it was gone for good.
Guilt
Incessantly
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
Feed this dragon Meat.
This dragon doesn't eat Seafood.
This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
Exalting Vrochi to the service of the Windsinger will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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