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About

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Kuyuma holds himself as a dignified and regal individual. He has an air of self-importance and pride that comes off as him feeling superior to everyone else. He choses his words with care and carries his voice with authority, showing not a sign of weakness or hesitation to any of his subjects. Behind this front though, he is particularly judgmental to all those around him, often casting dagger-like glares or saying sharp-tongued remarks to those he sees as beneath him.

Kuyuma always demands respect, he makes sure those in his kingdom know who they are speaking to and that his authority will not be challenged… However, one may try. He’s cordial enough to accept a duel. His calm demeanor vanishes in the heat of battle, he becomes ruthless and violent, showing little mercy to his opponent. When the fight ends, Kuyuma will not boast or jeer, but simply stand there to revel in that fact that he is the stronger one, and always will be. He has not yet lost a fight, and he plans to keep it that way.

Dragon Form

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His rage has consumed him, the bloodlust unquenchable. He battles and slains many enemies in a blind hatred, ruthless and nearly savage in nature. The fire in his aether burns through him to no end, as the flames within erupt from his throat in a furious bloodcurdling roar. One can only wonder what had happen to turn this once dignified stygian into such a thing of anger.

Maybe the emptiness of his nightmare was to much to bare.

Nightmare

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Lost.
Lost in the woods, lost with no purpose, no meaning, no answer. Dark green pine trees grown from every direction, even from the sky as all light is blotted out. They expand and grow in far as the eye can see, an infinite sea of trees with no end in sight. A dim, seedy light source comes from nowhere, only barely illuminating the twisting tangles of pathways. There is no one here but you and the Forest.

You walk through the forest, desperately seeking an answer, a purpose, a meaning, a something. You do not know what, but the growing pit that was your hollowness within you did not care. As long as you won’t feel lost anymore, you keep searching. As you tread on, the creaking of branches can be heard behind you. A look back will show that another pine tree has grown in the path you just crossed. There is no backtracking here. Each path you take will be the last time you walk it.

Everywhere you turn, there is only forest. Only evergreen pines, only dark, eerie lighting, only the helplessness of being forever lost. You do not want to accept that you are lost, you refuse to. So you keep going, you keep turning this direction and that, maybe you try to tear down the trees, try to climb out of them, or even sit and wait for someone to come and help you find the way. But it is no use, there is no way out of the infinite land of trees.

You are lost.

After you’ve have fully accepted the truth of your situation, a red palace will miraculously appear. It is filled with royalty items and possessions, banquets of food, and plenty of rooms for entertainment. It makes a comfortable place to live, even with the small windows filtering in a little bit of light. 

It isn’t enough. The most sparkling of royal jewels do nothing to mend the gaping wound slashed deep without your being. You may have found a home, you may have enough possessions to make you feel like a king, you may even have all the knowledge you could ever need in this palace, but you are still lost.

The thought of it makes you angry. You hate these woods, you hate not having no answers, you hate feeling helpless.

You hate the feeling of being lost in your own emptiness. And soon, you will become lost in your hatred as well.