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Lesser Drake — Description

From the lofty heights they once soared, the dragons have fallen quite far. Their age of Eitr gone, their position of power overthrown and now they are even reviled by the people of this land. The betrayal at the holy city had them labeled as enemies of the Church, and for their aggression they were hunted down in mass. The ancient dragons that survived this great hunt vanished or fled to parts unknown, leaving behind the corpses of the fallen and the disgraces born from their desperate attempts at reclaiming their former glory. These Lesser dragons continue to be hunted by slayers and warriors of the Church alike, standing in as sacrificial beasts for the despised dragons.
Of all the Lesser dragons born from their efforts, there is no doubt that the Lesser Drake is the most grotesque of them all. One look upon them certainly proves that the beloved Eitr has faded, and attempts to reignite it has created nothing but inbred abominations. There is nothing graceful in their appearance, no evidence of power and pride. They are snarling slavering beasts, with no intelligence behind their eyes. No mighty wings, just a jumble of clawed limbs. Their warped hide peels open into numerous weeping eyes, which dart about wildly with no rhyme or reason. The drake possesses two heads, but no mind, and their maws do little else beside snap and hiss at all who dare get close. Upon their head sits a crown of horns, which can only be seen as a mockery of their failed destiny. These beasts are no rulers, they will see no age of their kind. It is a cruel symbol granted to those whose demise is inevitable, handed out by the gleeful audience who watches their doom with satisfaction and eagerness.
The Lesser Drake is a monstrosity and a terror, attacking anything around it in blind anger. Its many eyes seem to be used only for locating new prey, with no tactics born from this incredible range of view. Instead they lash out in spitting snarling rage, with gnashing teeth and clawing limbs. Their tongues are laced with Eitr, which shoots into wounds and infests them with Primal Flame. Their eyes weep watery Eitr, and can gush this fluid out in emergency to spray attackers. Their tail is sharp and quick, stabbing those who try to attack from the rear. All around, they are nasty creatures to fight and difficult to bring down. Both heads must be slain for the beast to perish, and the severed stump will do nothing but gush Primal Flame until its partner is also cleaved off.
While it serves as a mangled symbol of the dragons' desperation, some wonder if its sorry state is more then mere inbreeding and stagnate fluids. The eye is viewed as a lesser organa, creator of the false humor of Tears. Its weeping state speaks of despair and woe, of failures and mourning. Did these organa sprout upon this child of dragons as a symbol of their own sorrow? A sign of the grief and fear that plagued their ancestors as their efforts failed? Perhaps this is why they were the last of the Lessers to be born, as the dragons saw their fluids had been tainted by tragic emotions. No more young would be born from this method, as it was clear they too would be doomed to be abominations of sadness and agony. And so the Lessers were left behind, abandoned so that the hunters may butcher them and finally rid this world of these symbols of shame.
But yet the Lessers live on. They thrive and breed, continuing on long after their parents forsook them. It would seem our failures and sins are not so easily wiped away, or perhaps the dragons could not look past the imperfections to see that their lineage did have hope...
This is the last of the Lesser dragons! What shall come next? Ah, who knows?! Also I am already behind on posting! AHHHH I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!