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Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
#1
"We're soldiers in a war and none of us are backing down
And I will show you victory is mine before we leave this battleground
'Cause you don't wanna leave, and I don't wanna go
And I know just how this battle goes
You don't wanna leave and I don't wanna fight this kind of war...

- Jay Sean


"Hahahahahahaha....." A smooth voice rippled in the wind like black silk, a tattered strip of once beautiful laughter that now had reached a level of taint so deep that it was hard to say whether it would ever become clean again. It was a sound of water rushing inside the lungs of a drowning, fire licking clean the blackened bones of a charred carcass, of maggots in bloated flesh where a white-hot sun had stripped away all illusions of life and vigour...

The sound of its own voice aroused the creature almost as much as the fire that crackled behind it, crimson flames licking the ashen wasteland and igniting the remnants of life that had been coaxed into existence. It laughed as it danced in the wreckage of this car-crash of a world, sleek form glimmering as light bounced away from obsidian scales and lustfully caressed the razor-sharp thorns protruding from each joint. The disease and madness that had encased the creature once known as Lace didn't have quite the same effect on it as it had on others like it - flesh didn't rot as easily from this horridly beautiful form, this entrancing devil who walked the earth on dragons claws, ripping the world asunder beat by leather-winged beat. No, this being, this accursed existence didn't feel sick and painful and clawed asunder from within by malicious hatred - it THRIVED.

Power oozed from its being as if all chains and locks on possessed sorcery had been ripped asunder. Roots and shoots of dormant plants grew like weed before its feet only to die down under the force of blackening rot, or burned as explosions from swirling orbs of fire erupted again, and again, and again. It laughed as scales and skin and flesh burned off the shoulders and hips, moaning in pleasure at the pain and the sensation of meat knitting itself together once more...

It was invincible. It was indestructible. The world was its playground and it was the ruler of all... and as those glowing yellow eyes took in the dead world it felt the greed and desire for MORE rise like bile in its throat, and with a scream so shrill it might rip the drums of mortal beings asunder it called out into the night, for others to come and bow before it - only then would it be contented. Maybe.



WRAITH SPAR!
Lace's appearance: obsidian scales cover the entire body, his mane and tail hair has fallen off. The tail is elongated and running along the entire spine as well as jutting from all joints are sharp spikes. He have dragon feet with claws, the mouth have split open all the way up to the jaw joint and he has a full set of crocodile teeth. He have leather wings, but they are too small to carry him in the air. Eyes are cat-slitted, yellow and glowing. Basically, he looks like a disgusting, very wrong half dragon.


Judged spar, 3 posts + closing defense. No companions, magic allowed. No time limit, we keep going until it is finished. Setting; dark wasteland, there is a red sun in the sky mostly blocked by drifting clouds. Wind coming from the north, Lace heading south.

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L A C E
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Messages In This Thread
Burn it down - by Lace - 02-12-2014, 07:19 PM
RE: Burn it down - by Psyche - 02-15-2014, 08:32 PM
RE: Burn it down - by Blu - 03-24-2014, 11:52 AM
RE: Burn it down - by Lace - 03-25-2014, 07:29 AM
RE: Burn it down - by Official - 05-04-2014, 11:25 AM

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