OOC : I actually really liked how the doodle came out, so after finishing the flats for a commission, I decided to give this pic a shading job. The Queen’s described Kruta already, but I went ahead and made a little character description for him ^u^ enjoy!

Name : Kruta Bur’vok
Age : 87 (at time of death)
Breed : Yinvaht Kuros, “Feathered Kuros”
Family : Youngest son of King Burdohk and Queen Athrenna
Ideal Voice Actor : BD Wong, “Shang from Mulan”
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Abilities : Wind. Kruta’s abilities were sandstorms, or dust storms. Using his wings to create gusts of wind that consisted of stinging sand, or blinding dust. While he was formidable in combat, Kruta preferred his studies than actual fighting.

Personality : Calm and collected, but easily agitated. Kruta was known to be a book-worm, studying war tactics with dreams of becoming a professor. While being the son of the King and Queen, Kruta was not known to boast about his bloodline. He was respectful unless his intelligence was demeaned. 

History : Kruta was born in a large clutch to Queen Athrenna and King Burdohk. He was the youngest male to hatch, and was often picked on by his older siblings. So much so, that his eldest sister got too rough during a skirmish and bit off his toe… and ate it. However, Kruta didn’t allow the bullying to bother him, and as he grew he learned to use his smarts to benefit his people. 

As he enters the colleges, he ends up meeting Feuriah, a female Kuros bent on becoming the next Queen. Quickly, the two became friends, as he grew to respect that she wished to learn how to be the best Queen by going the hardest route; decades of schooling and training, instead of simply trying to grow stronger to kill the Queen and take her place. The two work together to study, often found sparring and testing each other. 

But, the fateful day came when Kruta and Feuriah are recruited into their first real battle. The two were put in the same squad, even flying beside each other, when Kruta was struck by a missile from the enemy, decapitating him.

Facts 

  • Kruta was not the romantic type openly (of course, true romance as described in other cultures was not the same as Kurosian romance); however, his guilty pleasure was reading romance novels
  • Kruta had a heavy dislike of the Silverwings, mostly assuming that they were more meat-heads than intelligent warriors. While he was friends with Raigur’Ja, the two fought more than were friends
  • Kruta was very close with his mother, often telling her of Feuriah’s progress 
  • If love was more acceptable in Kurosian culture, Feuriah and Kruta would have fallen in love, and possibly would have become mates. Instead, the two become Mjol and Mjia, the Kurosian equivalent of a boyfriend and girlfriend.
  • Kruta’s speech was very articulate
  • Favorite food was the same as Feuriah’s, which was seafood. Crawfish in particular
  • Kruta didn’t care for children. He was willing to have some as per tradition in the culture, but did not want any part of raising children. He didn’t dislike them, he simply had little interest. Instead, he enjoyed educating adult Kuros.
  • Kruta was deathly afraid of Uka, Kuros-eating bat creatures that lived in the mountains surrounding their city. In turn, he was also fearful of bats.
  • For the life of him, Kruta could not tell jokes. He’d always mess up the delivery

portalmasterdusty:

Arkeyan Spyro: ” I know how you feel for the lost of your dear Kaos but Isn’t your Race know for Revenge? Go and take this traptanium with you and Capture there Portalmaster.”

the arkeyans plans are almost complete and the awaking well happen just need to get that blasted PortalMaster Dusty out of the way. Kaos has kept them busy enough they just need a new distraction. 

OOC : So, a while ago I wanted to do a comic for the events of Trap Team, Weirdlanderized of course. A LOT goes down, and it would make more sense for me to just do it all as a comic, but lawd I do not have a good record for doing lengthy comics. I still hold out hope that maybe I could do it, but I’ve also wanted to do a billion other comics for this blog (I have a storyboard for the prologue of Headshot’s origin story done that might never come to light, same with the Awakened comic I was doing a year ago for the Lost Queen’s origin).

BUT whilst I was starting to flesh out the idea of the comic, I went ahead and made a logo for it. There’s a doodled comic over too that I never got around to finishing, but hey if the comic does become a thing, even roughed, I’ll post it.

I might use this logo for posts that are directly related to the Trap Team events. Really liked how it turned out!

~Weird Hyenas

Lost Queen : Yes… yes, we did. But it was one that I, personally, did not believe in.

As the centuries flew by, more and more of our people were killed. Some out of fear, others for our rare metal bones. Nonetheless, my people grew more nervous about our own end.

We were the legendary Kuros, black dragons born from the purest of darkness to serve the high purpose of keeping the eternal balance of good and evil intact. And yet, we were slowly being eliminated. 

Eventually, only the great city of Kurosin’Laidirlon was left. 

It made my people scared, to say the least. We grew desperate, begging our gods to help. They listened, and all protected our great and powerful city. They promised us a savior, a dragon of purple, to save the Kuros from extinction. 

We were aware of the purple dragons of legend, and so, our people prophisized that a purple dragon will oen day come to us, and save us. Not just save us, but they would lead us to victory over those who had killed us, and immerse their land into eternal darkness for their crimes agains’t the balance.

By the time I joined my people as a child, this prophecy was already three centuries old. Growing up, this prophecy… felt odd to me. It had an eerie ring to it, a bad feeling that nobody else seemed to feel would make my very bones grow cold. But, I kept this to myself. 

Then, the day came when he appeared.

I was Queen, and I was with my first clutch when that damned purple bastard appeared from the Veil. Oh how my city rejoiced, our savior of legend was here to deliver us from certain death. Nobody was as taken with him than my King, Kurogh. He welcomed him to our city and praised him as a God, and our people worshipped him. All, but me.

Right from the start, I knew his true intentions. He did not care for my people. We were a means to an end, tools for his own goals. He was not sent by our gods, but our gods were… eerily silent about him. Almost as if they could do nothing about him. So I took it upon myself to save my people from his wrath.

that bastard, that honorless, selfish demon…

was Malefor.