Post by ryuyogen on Nov 16, 2006 10:59:24 GMT -5
Grinning he would shed his clothes, and jump in pulling the covers over them and put an arm around her pulling her close as he took a deep breath. His hand would run through her hair as he stared up absently at the cieling.
"Have you ever tried to forget things, pushing them so deep in the the farthest crevices in your mind only to have them come back one day and make you relise that in the end, everything you know is a lie."
His voice was stoic, void of all emotion as he spoke.
"I couldn't remember my childhood. Kavan... has always asked me why I cannot remember our mother, despite the fact that I am older. Back in our realm... our race was called the Dracocians, or the Blessed Ones. We rules for thousands of years between four families. The Relcara family of the Red Dragon, Lothin'ril, the Mandorgan family of the white dragon Eborlain, the Vespart family of the Black Dragon and the the Hy'Lavarna family of the Silver dragon, my family..."
Those eyes now began to grow sullen as he spoke his teeth gritting as he looked out toward the window.
"Evlar Mandorgan betrayed the rest of us, making a pact with the other races, telling them that us, the Dracociean race was simply manipulating them, and was so convincing revolts and riots began, then a series of Wars between the dragon clans, coming to be known as the War of Four Dragons. Other dragon families got involved but eventually the war ended, the Hy'lavarna King Azlorn , my father, beat Evlar. We had all taken damage, and the humans then began hunting games upon us, and we began coloring our hair and changing our names. My name, Azurick Hy'Lavarna I never changed, never colored my hair. I was proud of my kind... stubborn and killed mercilessly. And we then found out an heir to the Mandorgan throne and decided he must die. My brother, Azmieth at the time and I watched my sister befriend Dailos Mraken, but we later found out we was the son to Evlan, and I tried to kill him several times. But he helped us fight his own family in the end... because his brother had found my families hideout, I had got there only in time to be beat down and forced to watch them.... defile my mother for days then kill her. Dailos and his friends saved me and we fought in Celdeciea, against his brother, and Dailos sacraficed himself using an ice spell, both had stabbed eachother in the chest at the right time, and triggered the ice spell to encase them. Now its a ice sculpture that stands tall in Mandorgan Plaza in New Celdeciea. I let my name, Azurick Hy'Lavarna die with Dailos and my mother, and picked up a name to blend in just like my mother and brother had. My name became Vincent Cambridge."
Once again he was in tears, but he had forced out memories of his mother for just those reasons. And of Dailos, who he had never told how much he apriciated him.
"I am sorry, you probably never cared to hear of history thousands of years old from a realm unknown to this world..."
"Have you ever tried to forget things, pushing them so deep in the the farthest crevices in your mind only to have them come back one day and make you relise that in the end, everything you know is a lie."
His voice was stoic, void of all emotion as he spoke.
"I couldn't remember my childhood. Kavan... has always asked me why I cannot remember our mother, despite the fact that I am older. Back in our realm... our race was called the Dracocians, or the Blessed Ones. We rules for thousands of years between four families. The Relcara family of the Red Dragon, Lothin'ril, the Mandorgan family of the white dragon Eborlain, the Vespart family of the Black Dragon and the the Hy'Lavarna family of the Silver dragon, my family..."
Those eyes now began to grow sullen as he spoke his teeth gritting as he looked out toward the window.
"Evlar Mandorgan betrayed the rest of us, making a pact with the other races, telling them that us, the Dracociean race was simply manipulating them, and was so convincing revolts and riots began, then a series of Wars between the dragon clans, coming to be known as the War of Four Dragons. Other dragon families got involved but eventually the war ended, the Hy'lavarna King Azlorn , my father, beat Evlar. We had all taken damage, and the humans then began hunting games upon us, and we began coloring our hair and changing our names. My name, Azurick Hy'Lavarna I never changed, never colored my hair. I was proud of my kind... stubborn and killed mercilessly. And we then found out an heir to the Mandorgan throne and decided he must die. My brother, Azmieth at the time and I watched my sister befriend Dailos Mraken, but we later found out we was the son to Evlan, and I tried to kill him several times. But he helped us fight his own family in the end... because his brother had found my families hideout, I had got there only in time to be beat down and forced to watch them.... defile my mother for days then kill her. Dailos and his friends saved me and we fought in Celdeciea, against his brother, and Dailos sacraficed himself using an ice spell, both had stabbed eachother in the chest at the right time, and triggered the ice spell to encase them. Now its a ice sculpture that stands tall in Mandorgan Plaza in New Celdeciea. I let my name, Azurick Hy'Lavarna die with Dailos and my mother, and picked up a name to blend in just like my mother and brother had. My name became Vincent Cambridge."
Once again he was in tears, but he had forced out memories of his mother for just those reasons. And of Dailos, who he had never told how much he apriciated him.
"I am sorry, you probably never cared to hear of history thousands of years old from a realm unknown to this world..."
