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Lykofos

(#31901765)

Level 21 Wildclaw

Energy: 0/50

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Measurements

Length

5.17 m

Wingspan

7 m

Weight

612.61 kg

Genetics

Midnight
Metallic

Midnight
Shimmer

Shadow
Glimmer

Hatchday

Mar 29, 2017
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Water
Common

Level 21 Wildclaw

EXP: 89344 / 127509

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

100

VIT

MND

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Biography

L Y K O F O S

The Commander

Why, hello there. I see you've wandered upon my quite... childish ways. Hello, all, my name is Lykofos. I am one of the "commanders", if you can call us that, who command our tactics. I shant share any of that today, but soon you'll learn that battles are really just a game. A childish, childish game. And I love them. I love them so, and you will come to too once you realize who I really am.
A childish, small, wholly Skydancer who's blatant beauty defies all else. Of course, I do not care about what they say about my appearance--I do not care for it is my appearance that lost me my dignity. All the foolish romances of my early ages certainly has taken it's toll, and though my physical body may not be at my service, I assure you I am completely in control of my mind. And soon, you will realize, words are much, much more dangerous than actions.

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Lykofos is dangerous. The first thing you should know about her is that she will kill without hesitation for whatever reason she finds plausible. Though she may not seem like much, her mind is a ticking clock, slowly ticking, ticking, ticking until she finds her next victim... her next toy. See, she doesn't just kill her quarry, she plays with it. She is capable of such things, and though she will not physically control you, she will take over your mind, rendering you helpless.
And helpless, is, in fact, her so very favorite word.

They say that the founders of this clan came from dark petals, from the same black rose as it wilted. They say, that after the rose wilted, the founders died, leaving the clan in tatters. They say, that this clan was found by a white rose, but every white rose, has a black shadow. In this case, the shadow of the past haunted this new leader, with a mind full of promise and a heart full of venom. They say all these things--but is any of this really true? Or is it all a mere illusion? Hello there, and welcome to our clan. Many seek the truth, but most, do not choose to disclose it. Some truths I will hide, but some I will tell.
And soon, soon, my dear friend, you will begin to appreciate who we really are--a clan of misfits, who have all known loss.
A white rose, with a black shadow.

L Y K O F O S

The founders are back. They have traveled all the way from the Windswept Plateau, ever so faithful to their clan.
And they have found their clan in a state that they have never imagined possible. Their clan has changed. I cannot account for all of this change as I am a... I guess you could say, recent, addition. I have been welcomed into this clan from another, and I am glad to say that this is my home now, if I ever had one. I will tell you things that I can tell you, but some things--some things will always remain a mystery.

Luna holds our organization. She also holds our lair map, in words.

Aestas holds our values, go say hello to her!

Don't go over to Kat. She doesn't want to see you...

Quinn holds the other half of the clan lore. Go say hi to him! He's friendly.

"Train yourself, Twilight!"

She strained, unwilling, against the rope that tied her down. Was this training? Was this what these dragons called "the trial" in which she had to pass? Any more of this, and she would be killed... or was that what these dragons wanted? Did they want her dead? Was she really welcomed into their clan as a full clan member, or was she just a toy--an amusement of some kind.
She hated the training that they put her through. She hated it thoroughly. She hated it so much, that she would rather die than scratch another time. She sighed, and a tail whapped her sharply on the muzzle.
"Focus, Lykofos! You're in a battlefield--you cannot afford to be distracted!" This simple phrase jerked her attention back to training. Her mentor, the ever cursed Katrina--who was also the clan leader, unfortunately--was giving her a hard look, and gesturing towards the Podid, which was laying on it's side, panting. She narrowed her eyes. Why not show mercy for once? Why does she have to kill it? It looks wholly pitiful lying there. Another clan struck out and hit her in the wing, drawing a long line of blood and she hissed.
"Snap out of it!" Lykofos winced as she carefully folded her wings at her side before lunging. For the throat. Always. Showing no mercy. As the last sign of life twitched out of the poor creature, Lykofos looked up carefully at her mentor. Kat's eyes showed nothing but a placid demeanor.
"Alright, Lykofos. That'll do for today," the stupid voice went. Lykofos shut her eyes, tight, before daring to open them again. Kat was looking at her with... pride? No, it couldn't be. Kat's eyes were always devoid of emotion, a never-ending pit of despair, as she thought it as.
"Go on, Twilight. Join your clan members on the battlefield. They're waiting for you." Lykofos' wings twitched. She could feel the scathing gaze of her mentor on her, telling her to move her feet. But her feet stayed planted, firm where they were. She could feel Kat's eyes turn cold, as she turned to her leader.
"I'm done with your mind games. I'm leaving, no matter what you say," she proclaimed, stunned that she had found her voice after such a long time being imprisoned by mere thoughts. Kat was starting to smile, a creepy, sadistic, sarcastic grin, widening across her face.
"Leaving, you say..."
Those words chilled her down to her spine... if only Kat would yell, then it would make her much less... terrifying. Yes, that was the word. The quiet power that lay beyond her words was what scared her the most. Not the pain that would come with disobedience, not the true horror of what she was done--no, she was scared of a voice.
A voice that had haunted her ever since her early days.
"Y-yes," she stuttered, momentarily losing her verve. Kat tilted her head. Lykofos hated it when Kat tilted her head. It always promised pain.
If only Quinn knew what was happening. He always stopped Kat from going too far, but Quinn was away, as she was told.
So she would have to figure out a way to get out--alive. She looked up again. She couldn't remember when she had lowered her head, but now she wished she hadn't. Kat's eyes were covered by the silvery guise she always wore. So much so, that oftentimes Lykofos thought of her as a ghost. A ghost that would always haunt her, waiting for her next move, always disapproving. However the smile on her face unsettled the dark Skydancer further. The Spiral never adorned a smile unless something truly great has happened, and Kat's view of great was... skewed.
And to her great surprise the white dragon stepped aside, leaving the entrance free.
"Go on. You asked, I will give."
Lykofos stared. Then she slowly plodded forward, as if expecting some trap, but as she passed Kat, there was no resistance or

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