Rhaegal Targaryen | Master | 29/2305 | Vampire/Dragon | Versatile/Top
“I served a queen once and I fought my own wars for freedom.”
“I served a queen once and I fought my own wars for freedom.”
Rhaegal, was hatched in the hands of a human. Nurtured, and bred like one, and grown to fight wars. Loyalty was what he held on and with might he fought and took countless of lives. On the demise of her mother, human mother, the dragon was left alone. He wandered around the world, his mighty wings took him wherever the wind blew to cope with the loss. He never understood why he had to kill, why he needed to burn them alive. All he knew what that it was his purpose, to serve his mother, and stay loyal to his queen.
Since her death, he had a few encounters with the humans. A few tried to capture him, but no one succeeded, until a vampire with enough brute force, chained and shot him to the ground and his wings spilled of blood. Unlike the kind hands of his mother, lashes began to mark his skin. Chains were wrapped around his neck to contain him and he was isolation and was put to sleep to what he thought was eternity.
On his awakening, it was dark and quiet. There he was, the man who captured him; ageless, as if he was frozen in time. “War has come mighty dragon. Vampires will rule the world.” He laughed, not that he understood but to see the light of the sun once more, was something the creature craved. It was a world war, and the everything changed shape. Like he did on the past, he breathed fire on hundreds of lives he was on his prime. It felt all too familiar and on the verge of victory. The vampires captured and destroyed every last resistance but the fight was far from over. An arrow from an unseen distance aimed and plunged through his heart, and the mighty flyer fell from the clouds, like a ball of rock, destroyed everything on its path. He was to face his death.
On his last moments, he roared and cried from the searing pain. He felt it, death slowly eating him, until that man came to him. “You will not die today. Our victory is also yours.” He remembered the voice, faint like it was from afar and as he had his final breath, drops of vampire blood was poured on his mouth and everything went dark.
He woke up with the blinding lights on top of him. He could hear chatters of what sounded like humans and he grumbled moving his body to adjust himself. He roared but the voice that came out was foreign, and weak He moved his limbs of what used to be a pair of strong wings. “You’re awake.” A nurse came and smiled to him, he could see fangs. “Rhaegal.” She reached down and cupped his cheek. Thumb played on his skin like what his mother used to do.
“Welcome to the vampire world.”
Life after the war
Rhaegal “Russell/Rae” walked the earth as a vampire. He learned to blend in with his dragon part at rest. He lived his newfound freedom, and he sat foot, and gave himself a mundane life like a normal man. He fell in love with it, and his wealth accumulated throughout the years through various ways until he heard about Krovs castle. The hybrid found a new place he could explore.
Location of Birth / Location in which was taken: Unknown
Positive Traits: Loyal, Protective, Strong, Romantic, Down-to-earth
Negative Traits: Impatient, Deceitful, Possessive, Easily-angered
Turn-ons: Daddy kink, nipple play, cum kink, fire play, bdsm, rough sex
Turn-offs: Scat, Gender-swap
