Geheth

Rank » Sulphur

Gender » Male

PSP » 3

Date Bonded » October 20, 2020

Bonded At » The Harvest Festival by Gats

Title » The Scent of Sin Sulphur

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What deep, dark underbelly this Dragon crawled out of is anyone's best guess, as he's certainly doesn't appear to be from the land of the living. Sickening yellow-green hide stretches out over an emaciated frame, a belly no amount of meat will ever fill, dipped in a charred black at his fingers and toes and scattered with bone white scars and flay marks. He lacks the shoulder height that his rank is generally known for, but makes up for it in length from the tip of his nose to tail. In fact, his tail is particularly whip-like for a Dragon. When paired with his low slung body, his movements across the ground appear serpentine at best, nightmarish at worst, and just wait until you see him (and his rider, should she ever get close enough) airborne. He may be nearly skeletal, but that doesn't mean he's frail. It also doesn’t help that his head knobs have been replaced with curling rams horns, two pairs of them at that, arranged like the polycerate hebridean sheep.

If you were hoping Geheth couldn’t possibly be as bad as he looks, well, you were wrong. At the very least, he isn’t the fire and brimstone sort of awful. Though perhaps cool and calculatingly cruel is worse? He’s always polite to others. He never raises his voice, never causes a scene in public. He’ll lie in wait until Haelys least expects to mete out his punishments, quietly and efficiently. For that’s what he is, you see. He’s her penance, her personal hell for the terror she wrought in her life, for spurring the weyrd against another of his kind. When he isn’t just getting down to business, which happens often enough, got to keep Haelys on her toes and all that, he’s got a morbid sense of humor and a taste for the finer things in life, a terrible combination.

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