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Dov
Legacy Name: Dov


The Bloodred Endeavor
Owner: Garrus

Age: 9 years, 10 months, 1 week

Born: June 16th, 2014

Adopted: 9 years, 10 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: June 16th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 41
     
  • Strength: 98
     
  • Defense: 65
     
  • Speed: 65
     
  • Health: 66
     
  • HP: 66/66
     
  • Intelligence: 30
     
  • Books Read: 30
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Store Manager


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He curled up in a small ball, assuming the fetal position, while his breath shuddered and he attempted to remain as quiet as possible. His entire body trembled and it felt like, despite his efforts, that the noise coming from his armor was echoing for miles around. He winced as he heard the death scream of a now former comrade. He didn't want to die... he hadn't even wanted to come along on this journey. He was still young, had his whole life ahead of him -- he couldn't die here! How many of his comrades were left? Two, three, none? They had all split up after the... monster... all but cut their numbers in half in one fell swoop. Their weapons seemed to have no effect on it, unless you counted angering it further as being effective. Since then, it had been picking them off one by one over the course of what felt like hours, but was really only a matter of minutes. He caught sight of a fellow comrade, also trying to hide and be as silent as possible. Their eyes briefly met before a shadowy figure appeared behind his comrade. He watched in horror as his comrade realized too late what was behind him; and watched him get torn to pieces. The monster seemed to hold some sort of grudge, as it did a number on this body and likely others before it -- even long after they were dead, it would continue to slash at and bite the corpses, until only small, unrecognizable bits of flesh and armor remained. A steaming pile of entrails was strewn about, mixed in with the chunks of armor that had been shredded through as though they were parchment. As horrifying as it was, he could not look away. It wasn't until he and the monster locked eyes that his fight or flight instincts kicked in; and he went with flight. Abandoning anything he had with him, he made a break in the direction opposite the monster. He thought he might make it; he could see the end of the red-tinted fog and the outline of the reserve troops standing by. However, he heard the sound of metal whizzing through the air; glancing down, he saw what looked to be the tail of the monster, dripping with flesh blood, go from the left of his shoulders to his right. In his last moments, he attempted to scream; to warn the others not to enter, but only blood came from his mouth. He saw the monster one last time, its maw going straight for his now-severed head. He never got the chance to warn anyone else...



The monster was not always this way. She was once a kind, caring beast that resembled a dragon. She was one of the last of her kind, but at the time, it did not bother her one bit. She was on friendly terms with humans as a whole; even went so far as to allow them to ride on her back or assist those she favored in battles against their enemies. However, the humans grew greedy. She wanted to see the best in them, but her lifelong friend told her to stop being so trusting. There was one human in particular that she knew she could trust, regardless of what her friend said. Unfortunately, her trust of the humans in general cost both of them their lives...

She tried not to keep track of the affairs of humans too closely. War seemed common among their kind; they would send armies at each other because one side wanted power and land, and the other wanted to be peaceful and help the less fortunate. She had fought alongside them for centuries, much to her friend's dismay. He would always berate her with rhetorical questions and comments like, 'I can't believe you're going out with them again' or 'Are you ever not going to come when they call?' On one particular morning, she awoke to some hurried footsteps approaching. She opened one eye and saw a human with a torch approaching. It bowed in greeting before speaking.
"Sorry to disturb your slumber, but there was a surprise attack on our castle! Nar'temac is in grave danger, along with everyone else at the castle! We need your assistance!" the human said with a sense of urgency. When the name 'Nar'temac' and the words 'grave danger' were said in the same sentence, that's all she had to hear. Nar'temac was part of the family she had allied herself with for the past few centuries or so; the family had always been good to her, and even her friend couldn't argue that they were decent humans, as far as humans go. Without so much as a 'goodbye' to her lifelong friend, she stormed out of their cave, allowing the human messenger to ride on her. At this point in time, she had scales of varying sizes covering her entire body, like what most dragons are portrayed as. Her eyes glowed fiercely as she took to the air, wings pumping ferociously; enough to flatten nearby trees with. The human managed to drop their torch during this phase, landing in the trees below; out of the corner of her eye, she could see a small flame flicker beneath the canopy of trees, but that was not a priority for her right now. The human on her whimpered a bit as he clung to the natural spikes protruding from her neck. She felt something was a little off, but couldn't quite place a claw on it.
"Y-you should fly low and go to the reserve base south of the castle. They c-came from the n-north, so if we're lucky, they haven't made it all the way south yet; there, we can pick up additional troops. Perhaps Nar'temac made it there for reinforcements as well!" shouted the human from her back. As much as she wanted to dive right in to the castle, the human did have some sense; at least that's what she thought. She lowered herself so that if she reached one of her limbs down, she could have brushed the tops of the trees, and veered toward the south of the castle. What happened after she landed was not what she had anticipated.

- - - - - - - -

When she landed, the human quickly slid off, landing with a dull thud, before he retreated toward the forge, shouting something she couldn't quite make out. Suddenly, a large door opened and one of Nar'temac's knights beckoned for her to come in.
"Quick, we don't have much time! We just received a sparrow message from one of our lookouts; some of the forces are on the move from the castle. It appears as though they've mostly won, but we can still turn this around. We created some special armor for you -- they are using some special dark magic that tears through skin and armor like it's a piece of parchment. We don't want to take any chances with you, lest we face the wrath of your companion," the knight explained as she ducked in. Just as he had explained, there was some large, custom-made armor that looked to be just her size. She had never had anything extra on her before, save for a few humans here and there, so she wasn't sure how she would handle in this, but if it would help protect her and Nar'temac's family in addition to speeding things up, then so be it. She would adjust on the go.

She allowed the humans to fidget with the armor until it fit. It seemed to adjust perfectly, which she found somewhat odd, but didn't think to question at the time. As soon as the last piece was on, a searing pain coursed through her body, a shrieking roar of pain escaping from her maw as she fell to the ground, writhing in agony. The armor seemed to meld not only together, but to her flesh as well. The armor and her body became one.

What happened next was all a fuzz; she felt like she was in a dream- no, more like a nightmare. She carried several humans on her back, while others clung to her limbs, as she descended upon the castle. There was no fire, no fighting, nothing bad going on until she got there. A shady sorcerer she had been wary of that worked for the kingdom made his presence known and began firing offensive magic spells at the nearest denizens; men, women, and children alike. Some were incinerated and turned to ashes; others were frozen solid before falling over and shatting into a hundred pieces. Others just... exploded. Those she had been carrying got off and began cutting down any who were close enough. The screams of the terrified and confused denizens of the city area closest to the castle pierced the air, but most were short-lived. She was going around and using her claws, her tail, and her maw to shred them to pieces; even shot red and black balls of fire at some as they were running away. She attacked anything and everything, leveling buildings and making piles of mush of small animals and humans alike with one small step from her massive appendages.

This nightmare raged on for some time; she wished for it to stop. It wasn't until she came face-to-face with her lifelong friend and companion, Viiknir, and Nar'temac on his back. It was then she realized that this was no nightmare; this was reality. Both Viiknir's and Nar'temac's mouths moved, but the words were silent. She could only hear the screams of those around her. As she stopped mid-attack on a woman and her child, allowing them to make a break for a chance at freedom, she fought whatever- or whoever- had control over her mind or body. The more she fought, the more pain that came to her body, to the point she began writhing on the ground again. In her internal struggle, she didn't realize what she was doing externally; and that was lashing out now at anything -- friends and 'comrades' alike. Eventually, she started hearing the faint voices of Viiknir and Nar'temac.
"Come on, snap out of it! You're better than this!"
"You can't let some humans get the upper hand on you!"
It was some time, but eventually the hold on her ceased -- at least momentarily. She fell limp to the ground, exhausted from the struggle, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Tiny footsteps rushed toward her, accompanied shortly by cool, gentle hands on her head.
"What have they done to you..." Nar'temac said softly, slowly moving his hands over the armor that was melded into her flesh. Despite her exhaustion, she opened her eyes to gaze into Nar'temac's kind, gentle eyes. His dark skin was beautiful; a rarity among humans in this region. Despite his darker complexion and the smoke that filled the air, he seemed to stand out like a beacon of light on a battlefield.
"I'm not sure what happened here, but we need to get out of here. Dov, can you move?" Viiknir asked. His brilliant green scales were caked in fresh blood; claw marks littered his body, and Dov knew it was her that had caused them. Guilt coursed through her body, but before she could respond, a powerful bolt of lightning soared through the air, almost in slow motion, aimed for Nar'temac. Dov could not react fast enough, but Viiknir did -- at the cost of his life. Although he shielded most of the impact, the amount of electricity that he took was more than his body could handle. Dov watched in horror as his electrocution seemed to last an eternity before he collapsed lifelessly to the ground in a steaming, charred crisp.
"Now, then. He's out of the way, no more messing around with--" the sorcerer started, but was promptly cut off by Dov, who then literally stomped the life out of him. Unfortunately for Dov, while she was focusing on the sorcerer, several of the knights had approached from behind and caught Nar'temac off-guard.
"ESCAPE."
As Dov whipped her head around, it was in time to see the last remaining living being she cared about have a sword rammed through his chest. That's when she saw red -- and only red. Letting out an ear-splitting roar of despair, she began attacking anything that moved -- and when everything had stopped moving, she branched out, until she had returned to familiar ground the next day; where Viiknir and her had been holed up. She somewhat regained her senses, but she vowed to never again trust any human being and wold end the life of any who dared get too close to her quarters. She began stockpiling various bones in the cave; decorating it, even, from the various corpses that she let litter her territory as a potential warning to those not dumb enough to trespass.



Such is the tale of the monster in the dead forest with red tint. None have actually lived to tell the tale about the monster in the mist, but there are always those who talk in hushed tones over meager meals at taverns in nearby cities. No one knows how long it's been there, only that it's been a tale passed on for many generations and still holds true.

Story by me.
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