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Depthine
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Info
Level 6
Guardian Female
Hatchday
Apr 13, 2015 (4 years)
Stats Growth
Length
18.55M
Wingspan
13.38M
Weight
10892.36KG
Genes
PrimaryBlack Bar
SecondaryBlack Stripes
TertiaryMaroon Underbelly
Eye TypeLightning Common
Energy: 47 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Familiar
Information
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Depthine Bloodrender

The Murderous Cannibal

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She was hatched in a fairly normal clan. Moderately sized, bustling with trade and territory. Dragons of all breeds and elements worked together. Everyone had a duty, everyone had a set amount of food, everyone had their own amount of treasure.

This was the clan Depthine had first known. Her parents were gentle, if not a bit loose-minded. Their nest held five eggs, all perfectly healthy. The day before they were due to hatch, a party of raiders attacked; major damage wasn't done, but the two who had been caring for a nest neglected to check them that day.
The Guardian that hatched first awoke to the nest unattended. It was silent, for the nest was not close to the main area of the lair. The hatchling had time to explore her surroundings, eyes darkening as she found the one thing missing that she really needed at the moment. Food. She was hungry. The cracking of another eggshell could be heard, which drew her attention. Crawling back to the nest, she gazed at the smaller dragon. Tundra. Plumper, fluffier. Also hungry. The other three had yet to hatch. The larger hatchling came closer, annoyedly sniffing at the creature still crawling out of its shell. Not interesting.
Her stomach gave a light growl, and her attention was once again brought to the other eggs. Still unhatched. She laid a claw against the glass-like shell, tapping it. Then she applied pressure. It didn’t take much to crack it. The hatchling inside laid still. No response. There was blood inside of the shell. It wasn’t ever going to live. Her stomach growled again, and she plunged her fangs into their neck. A satisfying pop, and she wrenched her head back, taking flesh with it. She swallowed. A meal. It would do. But… the Guardian turned around, looking towards the other hatchling. They had seen. They would tell. Licking the blood from her lips, she meandered over, a dark expression covering her face.

It was her first taste.



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Her parents had come back to two hatchlings killed and one wounded. The last two eggs sat mostly undisturbed, having never hatched. They blamed it on the raiders. How dare they touch our children?! they cried. Scooping up the dark Guardian, they went to clean the blood off of them and give them a meal. To their surprise, she wouldn’t eat. They assumed it was because whatever mess had happened in the nest had scared them. So they were fine with it. They named her Depthine.

Time passed, with no incidents. She grew. A member of the clan, with her own duties. She ate with them, hunted with them, and conversed with them. But there was something she missed. A certain… feeling.
With more time, the clan found their territory exhausted of resources. The neighboring clans were pushing their boundaries, raiders and assassins attacking them every so often. Food was becoming scarce, and clan members quickly became too weak to travel far in search of anything edible. Depthine suffered similarly.
In the night, her hunger came to be too much. Clan members were often spread out, the lair less of one area and more a wide settling of camps and movable buildings. She dragged her feet towards the one of the farthest tents, nosing into the room. The dragon within either didn’t hear her, or was too tired to care she was there. Either way, she stood over them. Her claws reached for the cleaver at her side, new and barely used. It was still silver and shining.

It was her second taste.



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The clan had no ability to find out who killed their main scout. None of them had the energy to investigate. And they couldn’t even tell how they died.
It had been a week since their disappearance. By then, the body had been stripped clean of all their flesh.

A couple of days passed. Another dragon disappeared. Mirror.
A few days passed. Another dragon disappeared. Fae.
A day passed. Ridgeback.
A week passed. Tundra.
More and more dragons were slain in their nests. Many members were too hungry to stay, forcing their starving bodies to walk and find somewhere new to live, if they even made it far. The few that remained kept huddled together. It wasn’t long until one of them resorted to searching through the tents of others, desperate for anything to eat. As the weak Imperial tentatively padded into Depthine’s den, he froze. There she was. The others had thought she had left long ago. Nobody had seen her for weeks. And to his dread, she looked fed. Recently. Where the other Guardian left had bone, she had flesh. He had been hoping that someone had been inhabiting the tent, someone that he could… get food from, but it appeared that was not the case.
He blinked. She did as well in response.
He took a step back. She stood in response.
He nervously smiled, eyes flicking to look somewhere besides the piercing eyes. The cleaver was copper-stained. She raised it in response.
He fell. She smiled in response.

It was her favorite taste.



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Thanks to a growing bond with the insane dragon known as Sin from a friendly clan, she has gained the power of the Shade, her lightning tinted with black as it reaches and hungers for living flesh to feed off of. Black sand is often found in small piles around her den.



Even after Maxwell was weakened, she kept a level head. She could deal with this. She could deal with it all. But soon, her master became frantic. Corrupted by paranoia, to claim that the darkness was finally ending his time. He lashed out at the Boardkeeper, joined by the White Player and both Kings. Their efforts were for naught, as they were no match for a god.
Her body, unlike Trell, is born of flesh and blood, unhealing yet not bleeding as she rests in a sleep like death. One of the dark storage rooms has been cleared out and a small memorial for her has been set up, complete with flowers and silks.



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