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Baphomet

(#42314453)

The Vicious

Scarlet

Redtail Gryphon

Energy: 45/50

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Measurements

Length

6.58 m

Wingspan

8.11 m

Weight

704.79 kg

Genetics

Shadow
Iridescent

Pumpkin
Shimmer

Moss
Underbelly

Hatchday

Jun 08, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Shadow
Rare

Level 10 Mirror

EXP: 2203 / 27676

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Biography

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Baphomet
The Vicious

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B I O G R A P H Y

______ The rush was constant, a pulsing river of adrenaline running through her blood as she ran with her sisters. The smell of blood in her nostrils, the taste of fresh bluegill and snapping turtle still stuck between her fangs. Pillaging the Icefields was almost too easy, the small Tundra clans of the ice floes and tundra fleeing when they saw the band of Shadow Mirrors cresting over the horizon. Baphomet had never been to her home territory, never seen the sickly pines and brambles that gave her her eyes. She was born into this raiding lifestyle, born into the roaming habits of a Snapper, yet with the violence of her Mirror bloodline. She relished her pack, how they howled and screeched at their victims to watch the fear pique in their eyes before ripping their throats out with their sharpened talons. To an outsider, it was reprehensible. But to her, it was family.

______ But the Icefields were going to change her. She was getting older, no longer relegated to the sidelines of raids. No, she could participate now. And participating meant killing. It was a Tundra clan, a close-knit community made of wicker burrows in the Snowsquall. Though they didn't look like they had much, the leader of the Raiders thought it would be a good opportunity to let Baphomet and her younger compatriots test out their newfound strength. It was a easy takeover with little resistance from the Tundras, they just wanted to get the Raiders to leave, whether they took any of their possessions or not. But the Raiders didn't want any material possessions. The soldiers dragged out some of the younger Tundras that were hiding in their burrows, adolescents and young adults.
"Alright, give chase now. We want this to be fun." One of the Raiders rasped into the ear of the Tundra she was holding back by the scruff of his neck. His icy eyes were teary, fear clawing out of their depths.
"Baphomet, you can have this one," She said, and without any flourish, tossed the young Tundra into the snow. He tried to scramble away, but Baphomet was faster. She tackled the Tundra, pinning his furry body to the snow. He was blubbering and sobbing, begging for the Mirror about the same age as him to spare his life. But she ignored him. Her claws sunk deep into his fur, warmth meeting her skin as she dug her weapons into his neck. Deeper she plunged, and the sobbing was slowly replaced by the gurgling noises of the Tundra choking on his own blood. The light was drained from his eyes, and once she could see he was dead, she withdrew her claws, holding an indiscernable mass of flesh. But it didn't feel right. As her adrenaline began to die, horror dawned on the mirror's face as she realized what she had just done. She began to register sound again; the cheers of her raiding party and the horrified screams of the Tundras. She dropped the mass of flesh in horror and ran, ran as fast as her sinewy legs could carry her. Some of her raiders tried to catch up with her, but they slowly gave up when they saw that she wasn't going to be stopped. She was not theirs anymore.

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