Citra
(#37012386)
Level 10 Imperial
Familiar
Lilyfowl
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.92 m
Wingspan
19.35 m
Weight
5938.23 kg
Genetics
Ivory
Jaguar
Jaguar
Ivory
Rosette
Rosette
Ivory
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Imperial
EXP: 477 / 27676
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Citra
"Violent Buzzard / Chaotic Neutral"
"Violent Buzzard / Chaotic Neutral"
"I'm uncontrollable, emotional
Chaotically proportional
I'm visceral, reloadable
(I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy)"
Missio - Twisted
Chaotically proportional
I'm visceral, reloadable
(I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy)"
Missio - Twisted
Vicious, uptight, bratty, childish Buzzard. Has an older brother who she despises (cough cough but still loves) and is under the stress of proving her high ranking parents proud. Don't take her barbed comments to heart, she is like that one anyone but her parents. Even clan leaders/soldiers don't escape her wrath. 14-16 years old in human years and we are pretending til my lore catches up that she is 13M in length.
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Citra's lips curled at the stench of rotting flesh. She was home. The mountains of meaty verdure covered the ground in sprawling heaps. The air was thick and almost undecipherable of single scents. No wonder dragons who want to disappear make this their new home.
She fluttered her wings in impatience. Nervousness- she never felt this before. It was different then simple wait ambushes; Citra was actively fighting now. Picking at her scales she made one last glance at the rising sun. It was almost time.
The impress crouched on a steep cliff that overlooked a very humble clan, only about 5 dragons in sight. That was fine with her, the less the better. She was never great a full on attacks despite her nasty temper nor was she stupid. Citra knew she wouldn't stand a chance in a full on fight with a well fortified clan. Her tail twitched-
There.
Narrowing her eyes she could make out the guard turning to make another round again. She had been observing the dragons for about a day now, noting every routine-like action. This was her chance. Digging her blackened claws into the ground she flung herself into the air, forcing her wings to remain silent. If one dragon sounded the alarm before she reached the ground then she would be stuck out of the sky. Citra wouldn't- couldn't allow that to happen. Closing in quickly on the dragon she readied her claws and opened her maul in a silent roar. However, guard felt her presence and rotated quickly to face her-
It was too late.
She licked her jaws in contempt- still feeling restless. One down, 4 more to go.
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Citra's lips curled at the stench of rotting flesh. She was home. The mountains of meaty verdure covered the ground in sprawling heaps. The air was thick and almost undecipherable of single scents. No wonder dragons who want to disappear make this their new home.
She fluttered her wings in impatience. Nervousness- she never felt this before. It was different then simple wait ambushes; Citra was actively fighting now. Picking at her scales she made one last glance at the rising sun. It was almost time.
The impress crouched on a steep cliff that overlooked a very humble clan, only about 5 dragons in sight. That was fine with her, the less the better. She was never great a full on attacks despite her nasty temper nor was she stupid. Citra knew she wouldn't stand a chance in a full on fight with a well fortified clan. Her tail twitched-
There.
Narrowing her eyes she could make out the guard turning to make another round again. She had been observing the dragons for about a day now, noting every routine-like action. This was her chance. Digging her blackened claws into the ground she flung herself into the air, forcing her wings to remain silent. If one dragon sounded the alarm before she reached the ground then she would be stuck out of the sky. Citra wouldn't- couldn't allow that to happen. Closing in quickly on the dragon she readied her claws and opened her maul in a silent roar. However, guard felt her presence and rotated quickly to face her-
It was too late.
She licked her jaws in contempt- still feeling restless. One down, 4 more to go.
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