This is Ironface, a gladiator wingless dragon with a mask over his face. He is meant to be the warrior in my character lineup.
[From Ironface's words...]
"I was born in a desert, I never met my mother, but my father was cruel to me. I believe he did right though. He raised me to be powerful. To be perfect. To be the ultimate gladiator. At a certain age, father abandoned me in a street. People looked at me, I had to steal, cheat and kill just to survive another day. In my village, the weak were frightened of me. They knew that unprotected, they would meet my fate. I liked their flesh. It was good food."
"One day I was lured by a rich weakling with a lot of gold, jewelry and a good pie in his hands. I wanted to pounce him and kill him. But when I leapt at him, some invisible force blocked my attacks! He then mumbled something about some higher community that ruled over us. Some superiors. That my entire race was enslaved to these Komorian thingy things, through the eyes of my god, Erath. I refused to believe Erath had forsaken me. These superiors... they forced me to fight in gladiatory battle."
"At first I was nervous, as any error could be my end. But I did not forget father's teachings, and leapt at my enemy, a nember of my own kind. I renember winning that battle and killing him as if he was another prey from my teenage years. While the superiors wouldn't let me feast on him, they gave me an option. Rot in jail, or become a gladiator for these Komorithings. I accepted to fight for the superiors. I faced many trials, against greenies with guns, mind controlling centaurs, armored drakon things, I slain them all, and the crowd couldn't believe it."
"I had become the greatest sub-species warrior in all of Komoria. So what did they do to me? They made me a circus attraction, to be delivered to many worlds. I dream of meeting my god, Erath someday. Will I find him on this Earth planet thing? Who knows... One thing I know for sure, nothing can stop me. I am the ultimate gladiator."
[From Ironface's words...]
"I was born in a desert, I never met my mother, but my father was cruel to me. I believe he did right though. He raised me to be powerful. To be perfect. To be the ultimate gladiator. At a certain age, father abandoned me in a street. People looked at me, I had to steal, cheat and kill just to survive another day. In my village, the weak were frightened of me. They knew that unprotected, they would meet my fate. I liked their flesh. It was good food."
"One day I was lured by a rich weakling with a lot of gold, jewelry and a good pie in his hands. I wanted to pounce him and kill him. But when I leapt at him, some invisible force blocked my attacks! He then mumbled something about some higher community that ruled over us. Some superiors. That my entire race was enslaved to these Komorian thingy things, through the eyes of my god, Erath. I refused to believe Erath had forsaken me. These superiors... they forced me to fight in gladiatory battle."
"At first I was nervous, as any error could be my end. But I did not forget father's teachings, and leapt at my enemy, a nember of my own kind. I renember winning that battle and killing him as if he was another prey from my teenage years. While the superiors wouldn't let me feast on him, they gave me an option. Rot in jail, or become a gladiator for these Komorithings. I accepted to fight for the superiors. I faced many trials, against greenies with guns, mind controlling centaurs, armored drakon things, I slain them all, and the crowd couldn't believe it."
"I had become the greatest sub-species warrior in all of Komoria. So what did they do to me? They made me a circus attraction, to be delivered to many worlds. I dream of meeting my god, Erath someday. Will I find him on this Earth planet thing? Who knows... One thing I know for sure, nothing can stop me. I am the ultimate gladiator."
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
Species Western Dragon
Size 2448 x 3264px
File Size 1.29 MB
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