Omen
(#39872418)
Level 4 Aberration
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.93 m
Wingspan
5.58 m
Weight
642.08 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Pharaoh (Aberration)
Pharaoh (Aberration)
Obsidian
Sarcophagus (Aberration)
Sarcophagus (Aberration)
Platinum
Ghost (Aberration)
Ghost (Aberration)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Aberration
EXP: 1873 / 4027
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
Dragon belonging to Alyssane
His kiss stole every bit of air, or thought of breathing from her chest, and she whimpered gently against his mouth, her free arm moving to wrap around his neck. There was no turning back, no want or need greater than this. Squeezing his hand with her own she nuzzled down his jawline, whispering gently against his skin, soft ‘I love you’s’ and gentle pleas, a simple request for reciprocation. Love for love, gentle touches, fierce protection, and a bond that would allow them to be inseparable. And even when death struck, there would be nothing lost. As one took their last breath, so would the other, and whether within each others arms, or leagues apart, they would be together.
Never again would she feel the empty hole in her gut, late at night when the world seemed so eerily quiet. When the realization of how alone she really was would slap her in the face, and she could only take it. The moments when even the sickening touch of a basterd drakos would have eased the pain of the ragged tears in her very soul. Never. Again. All she would have to do, was turn, and there he would be, trademark black stetson gracing his brow, strong arms more than ready to hold her and chase away any demons that wished to take her from him. A lykos that smelled of rich clean earth and warm clove cigarette smoke.
His kiss stole every bit of air, or thought of breathing from her chest, and she whimpered gently against his mouth, her free arm moving to wrap around his neck. There was no turning back, no want or need greater than this. Squeezing his hand with her own she nuzzled down his jawline, whispering gently against his skin, soft ‘I love you’s’ and gentle pleas, a simple request for reciprocation. Love for love, gentle touches, fierce protection, and a bond that would allow them to be inseparable. And even when death struck, there would be nothing lost. As one took their last breath, so would the other, and whether within each others arms, or leagues apart, they would be together.
Never again would she feel the empty hole in her gut, late at night when the world seemed so eerily quiet. When the realization of how alone she really was would slap her in the face, and she could only take it. The moments when even the sickening touch of a basterd drakos would have eased the pain of the ragged tears in her very soul. Never. Again. All she would have to do, was turn, and there he would be, trademark black stetson gracing his brow, strong arms more than ready to hold her and chase away any demons that wished to take her from him. A lykos that smelled of rich clean earth and warm clove cigarette smoke.
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