This Dragon is not what she seems. She’s been compared to flowers and forces of nature, but only by people who have never met her. She hates this with every fibre of her being, and devours anyone who approaches her thinking they know her. She lives in hope, praying for the day someone will come along that will understand her suffering and her loneliness; someone who will see her for who she is. But this never happens. Some Viking spend years watching her from a distance, trying to figure out the keys to her soul. They hope she’ll pick them out of the crowd and give them the bounties of her hoard. Time after time, however, she devours them leaving smoldering boots behind, tittering about how nobody gets her; how nobody takes the time to know the REAL Succubucker. Perhaps she’s doomed to loneliness forever. Or maybe you’re the one?
Succubucker has a lithe form in a bright carmine shade of red with a typical cream-colored undercarriage. Her horns and spine nubs are a very dark mahogany red.