Hunger

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 Older than old, it's true name lost to the ages, Hunger, or as some like to call it, 'The Hunger' is a cursed mix of dragon and beast, having been cursed with immortality and an insatiable hunger that can never be slaked. And while it will eat anything from rotting meat to a poisonous Rainforest frog, it's favorite food by far is dragon meat. With incredible intelligence, supernatural speed both in the air and on the ground, as well as strength to rival the strongest Mudwing and an extreme resistance to pain along with the ability to regenerate lost limbs in the span of a few days, it is one of the most dangerous beings in Pyrrhia.
== History ==
In the oldest scrolls in the darkest corners of the Nightwing library and in all but forgotten legends of ages long past, there are tales of a creature that's responsible for many cases of missing dragons in remote communities all over Pyrrhia, with most of it's victims disappearing without a trace, only having the occasional blood trail leading into the surrounding foliage as a sign that they were taken. The oldest scrolls containing mention of it can trace the beast's origin back to when a foolish young dragon accidentally crossed a short-tempered animus, who cursed him with an immortal lifetime full of hunger and malice. He simply shrugged of the animus' threat, not believing them to be a real animus, and later told his friends that the threat would be empty if it wasn't so full of nonsense.
However, a few hours later, nearing sundown as he came home after inviting two of his friends to stay the night, the young dragon began to notice some... odd things, to say the least. Later, while he was making his specialty, a beef-and-lamb-chop stew, he noticed a strange, but delectable aroma, like your favorite dish with a new spice added to it. Leaving the brew alone to boil for a little while, he quickly hunted after the scent, eventually tracing it back to his visiting friends. But when he jokingly asked what kind of perfume that they were wearing, they both looked at each other, and then back to him, claiming that they weren't wearing anything. Confused, he went back to tending to the meal. But then more strange things began to happen. When he bent down to taste the stew, he was given an unpleasant surprise when he discovers that the soup, which usually tastes like it was made in heaven, was comparable to rotting flesh. Already skeptical that something or someone was messing with him and his senses, his theories were confirmed when he asked his friends if anything tasted off, and they both agreed that it tasted delicious as always.
His friends still smelled as delectable as they did before, and the mental strain of the smell and the paranoia both tearing holes in his mind, as he slowly begins to feel like he's going insane. A couple minutes later, as he and his friends sit down to enjoy their dinner, their host catches one last whiff of that mouthwatering fragrance, that flavourful aroma. He couldn't take it anymore. The smell, the paranoia, everything was just so much. His eyes dilated. His muscles tensed up. His tail whipped back and forth anxiously. His mind was not his anymore.
And as his friends thanked him for the meal, the thing that had possessed him leaped across the table, knocking everything off, and catching them both by surprise. It pinned them both down on the floor with his front claws, and began to tear at their underbellies with his hind claws. Now he recognized what the hypnotic stench that was emanating from his friends was. It was blood. As the shock from the initial attack faded, they began to struggle, and after a few seconds, their attacker begin to feel something strange begin to build up in the back of their throat, so it opened his jaw to let it out. The small part of the original owner's mind that still remained was surprised when he saw that the thing coming out of his maw wasn't dragonflame, but instead a thick plume of pale greenish-white gas that erupted from the back of his throat spilled forth. And as the gas seeped down his old friend's throats and snouts, their movements began to slow, like they were settling down to sleep, and soon they were unconscious on his dining room floor. With his guests incapacitated, It began to dig in.
A few hours later, when the remaining meat had been disposed of, either through consumption or being hidden in the woods in a place where the bugs wouldn't be able to get to it easily and that was far away enough that it was extremely unlikely for a hiker to come across it, the thing that took him over finally let him have his body back. But what he did next not even he expected. He didn't cry or mourn for what he did to his friends. He didn't look at himself and ask himself what was wrong with him. And he didn't think about how he had just killed two of his closest friends. What he did was he slumped down, and slept.
He was tired, full, and sleeping was the only thing he could think of at the moment to get rid of the itching between his scales and the pain at the base of his horns. And so he slept. He slept for days on end, while the thing that took over his body worked on him, mending and mangling him as it saw fit. After 3 days, the next door neighbor who had heard the screams on that fateful night, finally worked up the courage to go see what had happened. The sudden loud pounding on the door and incessant voice asking if anyone inside was hurt interrupted the corrupter's work, and woke the beast's host up. But by that time, it was too late. It wasn't his body anymore, it was a hollow shell of the dragon he used to be that he was locked inside, and that the Animus's curse controlled. So when the door was finally opened and the neighbor saw what had answered it, they gasped at what they saw.
A being that wasn't quite dragon and wasn't quite beast greeted them at the door, with a fearsome skull covering their face and tall, bone-white antlers that protruded from the base of it, a black and grey mane that flowed down from between the antlers to the bottom of their neck, and a blank stare. The neighbor had only a second to take this all in and comprehend how big of a mistake they had made before they were yanked inside to become the thing's next meal. The door slammed shut with a loud boom and the screaming began...
Over the next few weeks, people and entire families in the village began to vanish quietly into the night. The rest of the villagers began to suspect that something was happening, so they investigated the disappearances and discovered that the disappearances all had one thing in common; an epicenter. they all seemed centered around a small cabin over at the edge of the town, where civilization ends and the wilds begin. They all agreed to put a stop to these disappearances once and for all, and find out who was behind the disappearances. So that night, everyone who was willing and able to fight quietly surrounded the house, and the leader slowly began to approach the door. What they found inside was a gruesome scene. Red and black blood covered the walls and floor, as the corpses of the beast's previous victims lay haphazardly around the dining room, the bones picked clean of everything edible with the bones sucked dry of marrow. Fortunately for them, there was no sign of the monster that did this inside. It must have caught wind of the villagers' march on it's lair.
Suddenly, he heard screams of terror coming from outside. They rushed outside, slipping multiple times on the blood and tripping on the bones, but by the time they got there, it was too late. The thing had already claimed all of the outside villagers' lives. Frantically, their 'fearless' leader ran from home to home, checking for any sign of life. None could be found. Instead, he found the corpses of children, throats slashed open while they slept, mothers, wounds still bleeding from the teeth and claw marks that covered their mangled remains, and elders, their empty eye sockets gushing out red liquid. Frightened for their life, the lone survivor fled, carrying with them the horrific tale of what happened to the village. And while all of this was going on, the beast watched from the shadows, enjoying the dragon's pain, and letting them flee, because, after all...
What's the point in being terrifying if nobody knows what you are?
== Appearance ==
* Black scales, with a white and grey underbelly, with bits of either black or dark grey occasionally poking out from between the scales
* Extremely thin, with the skin stretched over the bones
* Open rib cage, with the bone visible - black blood occasionally drips out of chest cavity
* Large bleach white dragon skull 'helmet' that fused with the skin after being placed over an open wound as armor
* Big stark white antlers that grow out of the back of the skull where the horns should be 
* glowing lime green eyes
* Hind legs are hooves
* Long black serpentine tongue
* Black and grey mane that flowed down from between the antlers to the bottom of their neck
== Abilities ==
* Very fast, could beat a Skywing in a aerial race without breaking a sweat, and it's top ground speeds were recorded to be around mach 1
* Strong enough to easily pick up and throw a full grown Mudwing
* Rapid regeneration abilities, can even regrow lost limbs in the span of a few days
* Able to exhale chloroform gas which, if inhaled will send the victim into a deep sleep for about 5 hours, and can alternatively be used as a 'cloaking' mechanism to escape a crowded place unseen by creating a cloud of the gas
* Natural immunity to most types of poisons and venom, the exception being corrosive acids like Rainwing venom
* Immune to food poison and because of this ability can and will eat anything edible, no matter how rotten or stale it is
* Surprisingly, they've retained their ability as an excellent chef, and if nothing else the curse has amplified their cooking abilities, enabling them to turn anything they find into an at least edible meal.
== Links & Notes ==
* To give credit to the artist, here is a link to their Twitter, where I found the picture.
* The Character picture is not 100% what the dragon looks like, it's just the most similar picture I could find on the google image search.
* The theme song is basically just what I thought might play if you encountered it in a videogame
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