|Savage|Bold|Dangerous|Destructive|Confident|Merciless

Nothing like Home, Sweet Home.

--A stunning darigan krawk walks in front of you, lazily trotting about. Where spines would be on a normal krawk, you notice a flowing mane and torn wings behind him with a whip-like damaged tail. His purple darkness of complexion exudes an evil aura from his pores and even from his exhaled breath from his flaring nostrils, yet you do not feel he will hurt you...yet. He begins to look in your direction, studying your movements carefully. His posture stiffens and straighens as he steps towards you nonchalantly, as if he is taunting you with his fearless paces. He dims his eyes in your direction, sniffing out any type of nervous sweat you had upon your brow. Thaxillsilya snorts smoke once on your cheek, a friendly warning. A confident grin crawls upon his face and just when it seems he has lost all interest in you as his back turns, his arms extend aside him as he violently extends his wings. He casts his head to the left to give a hard, peircing stare into your eyes. "Do not cross me" his eyes say. You are taken aback from his brash behavior and seemingly total disregard for respect for you, but you quickly forget his attitude and remember why you entered in the first place. Thaxillsilya determines you as no threat and allows a less than warm welcome.--

You're in my domain now, so I suggest you tread lightly. I do not care for invasion or trespass. However, since you so boldly invited yourself, I have at least enough respect not to kill you where you stand. You have guts, kiddo. I am guessing you wish to know how I came to be. My owner...she had an odd encounter at the Hidden Tower where she was able to purchase an odd relic of an paintbrush, it was dark with extended wings. My dream was finally coming true. My true form was to be achieved.

I waited with anticipation as to when she would begin to run the wicked bristles against my scales. She dabbed here and there, soon my skin began to morph and exude evil. My back was concentrated with the paint, and I soon sprouted wings. It brushed against my spines, turning it into flowing locks of decrepid hair. I had turned into the lurking evil in children's nightmares, rightfully so.

Have you had enough? Because I have. I am going off to be the originator of sin, causing betrayal, dischord, and massacres in my thirst for blood. I think you can easily find your way out without me having to show you, unless you are too dumb to find your way out in which I will kindly brutalize you out.