Bloodmoon the NightWing

==Appearance==
this is my gameand you better come to play
Bloodmoon is a dragon who could be stunning if she wanted to, but doesn't care about petty things like that.
Her eyes are like gleaming emeralds, and her snout is thin and long, and pointed upwards, like a wolves. She seems spindly at first glance, but when she walks, her muscles ripple. She has a thin scar down her left ear, as well as many criss-crossing down her forelegs.
Her scales are dark grey, almost black, with light grey under-scales on her belly and neck. She has two silver arrow scales on each side of her cheek, almost like the mind reading teardrops, but not quite.
Many dragons have commented on how much she looks like a wolf, and Bloodmoon herself finds the similarity interesting.
==Personality==
i used to hold my freak backnow I'm letting go
In the beginning, she believed in good. 
In The Beginning, Bloodmoon was a dragonet who trained and fought harder than anyone else, ready to protect and defend.
Justice was something she lived for. 
The Beginning was a time of childish dreams and hope and ambitions. The Beginning was a time of the soldier, the guardian, the defender.
But this is not The Beginning.
And it certainly isn't the end.
==History==
So you say I'm complicatedThat I must be outta my mind
Bloodmoon was born 200 years before Darkstalker, in the NightWing Kingdom's greatest days. Unfortunately, it's greatest days consisted of manipulation, power, and Lord Superior.
Lord Superior was born an orphaned NightWing, looked down upon for his lower status at his school. But one day, something happened. Something that made every dragon in his class look at him in a combination of awe and fear - something that no one knew. No one, of course, except for him. Bloodmoon had known Superior in school. She had watched him from afar, suspicious. His teachers adored him - such a charming dragonet, shame about his family - his peers feared him - his power - everyone loved him - the dragonesses giggling as he swept past them - 
Yes, he was cunning, handsome, intelligent. He was perfect. And soon, they forgot about his heritage. About his (dead) lower-class family, about it all as he climbed the ranks and used the others as his stepping stools. Bloodmoon watched, doubtfully, from afar as he climbed.
She watched from her steadily growing place in the rankings as a soldier for the queen.
She watched as he rose and he killed and he murdered, and she knew, knew, it was him. But she had no proof. Sometimes she doubted even herself.
But then he walked down the castle in an elegant stride and charming smirk, and her doubts washed away, because a smirk like that was obviously hiding something.
Bloodmoon watched and waited for him to strike. And strike he did.
Blood on her claws. Blood on the walls. Blood, blood, blood...
He did something. Had done something. She didn't know what, and she didn't know how. It certainly wasn't magic, she knew, but there was something about his smooth words that rolled around in her head and made her. 
It wasn't magic, it was manipulation. His words and his voice and his smirk had made her do something horrible. A wiry dragon, no younger than twenty, neck snapped, eyes glazed. She should have run. She should have attacked him for making her do this. But she didn't. She simply stared at him in shock, and he smirked, and asked her where she wanted to hide the body.
She didn't know why he had done it. She suspected, though, it was for fun. A game, to see how fast she would break, how quickly she would turn. How slow she would burn.​​​​​​
For him, their lives were like puppets on a string. Meaningless, pointless, amusing. Bloodmoon had wanted to flee, away from the blood, away from the guilt, away from his voice--
Come closer, little moon...
Bloodmoon, the dragon known for her honor and fierce belief of justice - had killed an innocent dragon. And she had liked it. She had liked the feeling of letting out her anger, her frustration, and killing. No consequences. Nothing. The feeling of pure power surging through her--
It was frightening how utterly right it felt, and Bloodmoon had simply stared in blank shock as he dragged the carcass away, somehow still elegant, somehow still smirking...
==Trivia==
* Bloodmoon used to be a mary sue called Forestgazer.
* Bloodmoon is the third psychopath I have made, the rest of them being Stoneheart, The Invader, and coming up soon: Ringlet
* Bloodmoon has a love for marshmallows
* Bloodmoon originally existed in present Pyrrhia, as seen in a poster I made.
* Lord Superior is loosely based on what I believe Tom Riddle could have been if he had chosen a political career.
* Bloodmoon will be featured in a fanfiction titled spiraling deeper (into madness) about her slow descent into insanity.
==Gallery==
Wanted - Bloodmoon.png|Poster of Bloodmoon in present Pyrrhia
BloodmoonCloud.png|Headshot of Bloodmoon
Bloodmoon - Sad (Wordmark).PNG|Sad Bloodmoon headshot
Image Credits
Poster headshot drawn by Butterfly666, coloring and text by me.Headshot by Cloud
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