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Sithana has a minion!

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Sithana
Legacy Name: Sithana

The

Glacier Rreign
Owner:

Sithana

Age: 17 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: February 13th, 2007

Adopted: 17 years, 2 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 13th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 8
Strength: 16
Defense: 12
Speed: 12
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

The villagers screamed as the bandits tore through their village. Mothers clung to their children as they watched their homes being ransacked. Amidst all of the commotion stood two dragons. One was smaller then the other. Her scales were an ivory white while her under belly a light blue. Her eyes showed no emotion but blood lust as she watched her men slaughtered and pillage the small village.One man ran up to her asking for help but his cries fell on deft ears. She answered with a snarl and a bite, the man falls dead at her feet. Her companion Atheal laughed as a small group tried to fend off the attackers with pitchforks and axes. Atheal inhaled deeply and with one large breathe, exhaled a puff of putrid dark green smoke. It spewed over the men, they stopped before they begun to convulsed. They soon started to vomit up blood. Their muscles twitched and shook, their skin began to rot and drop off in small pieces. They opened their mouths to scream yet only gurgling came out. He let out a laughed as he brought down his front left foot onto a nearby skull, crushing it. Soon only a handful were alive, they shook in a small circle, their loved ones dead all around them. The leader of the bandits approached, kneeling in front of the smaller white dragon. He bowed his head as he spoke."What shall we do with the ones still alive my queen?""Sell them for slaves and burn the village to the ground. Leave no trace,""Yes My Queen," With that the bandit yelled to his men as they herded the women and children in to wagons. Without a word, they lit torches, throwing them onto the straw roofs. The buildings were engulfed in mere seconds. While all around her fire burned, Sithana and Atheal calmly retreated to the skies above. She let a blood curdling scream that for a brief second left her men cringing and as the moon soon rose, a blood red ring encompassed it, a sign of trouble ahead.

Sithana may be the smallest of the Larquina dragons but she is not the weakest. Her ferocious mentality challenges even the mightiest of her brethren. Her flame is that of the ice and snow that her world is known for and her scales change from light green to the color of ivory. Her flame can freeze you in a matter of seconds leaving a ice statue in your place. However, unlike her counterparts, her companion is that of Atheal who is cold hearted and sadistic to the bone. Sithana and him are known to go into villages and maim, murder, pillage and do what ever the please just to cause pain and panic. They thrive off the misfortune of others which cause problems in her brood which only want to live in harmony with humans and to keep a stable balance between the two races.