Visylone


Name- Visylone
Age- 2400 yrs
Gender- Male
Race- Dragon
Breed Origin-Syria VroneGard, Scovern
Breed- Sangryn
Rider- Ovriatis
Body Chemicals- Nitrogen, oxegyn, methane, Death's scourge, rivel Acid, Avyn Venom.
Height- 568 ft
Weight- 43 tons
Length- 678 ft
Wingspan- over 1000 ft.
Occupation- Slaughterer
Body type- Flesh.
Body metal- Avilion
Personailty- Vile and corrupt, he doesn't stop when he's supposed to. When Visylone sees blood, he only wants more. He kills and kills, finding no end to the lust,. A curse, a plague. He grows hungry for it and becomes blnided. There is no stop to the madness but death. The only thing he recognizes, is Ovriatis. He sees no other thing. Judging not good or bad, only killing.
History-
Visylone's original rider was killed by the Vlykyn, taking Visylone they held him captive and immobile. He fought vainly, trying to kill them, to satisfy the lust in his mind and body for blood, but he could not break free. Becoming a raveing mess, he snapped at all who got to close and always had the hostility of madness. There was no stop to it, and the more he was deprived of blood, the more he wanted it, the more it ate him.

Then, ovriatis came. Ovriatis free'd him, making the blood crazed Dragon hole again, he slaughtered all in the tunnels but Ovriatis, even the Abylocts and Vlykyn inside. Breaking free, the began their bloody reing, killing and murderering. Then, came ArchAngyl and Michyl. Killing them with no second look, they relaized their mistake when the Dragon Satherone and her rider came to avenge the death of the Syn Dragon and her rider.

Visynole had loved the fight. although it never ended he loved it, just as always. It held blood and agony. He took it in his heart and used it to torment the Abyloct dragon. When the Vlykyn took hold of the group, he felt at loss.. He watched James and Satherone get away.. And rage filled him. He vowed he would have at least either Satherone's or James' blood, hearing either one scream as he killed them... Tasted their blood, and found joy in their death.

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