Post by xxseragatoxx on Feb 8, 2005 13:16:46 GMT -5
One would think Seragato would give up that easily, but not once did he. As he walked the world of those in which he served, he kept his mind on one thing, Desari. what was it that struck his instrest, that called for him and yet she spoke another's name? He didn't understand it himself.
Leather booted feet moved him towards his chambers, him pushing the door open as he began his pace of the room. He knew her, something about her... Her essence was something from his past, it was as if she was that innocent creature he came to love hundreds of years ago. With a growl to himself he shifted into that smaller dragon form, him curling up on his bed, her head coming to rest over his claws.
Spending much time in this form while on the mortal planes made him accustume to it. It was easier to sleep like this at times then to rest in the form of his former self. But even in the scales of the dragon his soul cried out as if it was reunited for mere minutes with the woman that burned his blood.
Lifting his head he couldn't help but shift again to his human exterior, him coming to toss himself on the bed, those odd eyes staring up at the ceiling. "She could be... Desari couldn't be her... It is impossible. Zhilan's soul would not call to me... or would it." With a frustrated groan his covered his face with his palms.
Hundreds of years ago A castle stood and the best army protected it. The castle was known as Rendel. Lord Steven Rendle and his queen Lily ruled the lands, and Frendrick 'Raven' Cortez lead the army. Zhilan was the only female in the Crimson Guard. Her speed was magnificent, her form flawless, it was if the heavens had made her themselves to torture his once dark soul.
In time Zhilan had come to haunt Raven's every thought. Her smell, her movements, her gracefuliness drove him insane, but it was duty that kept them seperated. She was a soldier, and a paladin while he... a vicious general of the Crimson Guard.
Despite her laws of purity, Raven attempted to take adavntage for he crazed her, needed her as she yearned and desired him as well. A union was made, him Taking her purity in fluent movement. But then... That night as she laid in his arms, the God's took her from him. Leaving an empty shell behind.
In later years, The gods offered him immortality...TRUE immortality, him thinking it would give him a new start, and maybe one ay in his lonely life reunite... But now, no longer would he live by the name Frendrick 'Raven' Cortez... Now he would carry the name Seragato.
As the memories flooded back to him, he remembered her pale face, remembered the chillness of her body that the God's left to torment him. It was a punishment for them both. Her life was taken and him left with the constant memories of the one female he cared for.
But what was the chances... Could a piece of her soul relive in this...Desari? The thought came back to him, HE felt her feisty behavior, but also the same yearning feeling that Zhilan had hundreds of years ago. He should just leave her be... No! He had to see her again, had to touch her flesh even if it under gloved hands and the flesh to be her cheek.
Jumping up he lookeed at himself in a mirrior, the white of his face soon comign to be brushed from his eyes. "She isn't goign to believe you...." He spoke to himself his accent lingering in the air around him. It was stronger, but very proper.
Leather booted feet moved him towards his chambers, him pushing the door open as he began his pace of the room. He knew her, something about her... Her essence was something from his past, it was as if she was that innocent creature he came to love hundreds of years ago. With a growl to himself he shifted into that smaller dragon form, him curling up on his bed, her head coming to rest over his claws.
Spending much time in this form while on the mortal planes made him accustume to it. It was easier to sleep like this at times then to rest in the form of his former self. But even in the scales of the dragon his soul cried out as if it was reunited for mere minutes with the woman that burned his blood.
Lifting his head he couldn't help but shift again to his human exterior, him coming to toss himself on the bed, those odd eyes staring up at the ceiling. "She could be... Desari couldn't be her... It is impossible. Zhilan's soul would not call to me... or would it." With a frustrated groan his covered his face with his palms.
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Hundreds of years ago A castle stood and the best army protected it. The castle was known as Rendel. Lord Steven Rendle and his queen Lily ruled the lands, and Frendrick 'Raven' Cortez lead the army. Zhilan was the only female in the Crimson Guard. Her speed was magnificent, her form flawless, it was if the heavens had made her themselves to torture his once dark soul.
In time Zhilan had come to haunt Raven's every thought. Her smell, her movements, her gracefuliness drove him insane, but it was duty that kept them seperated. She was a soldier, and a paladin while he... a vicious general of the Crimson Guard.
Despite her laws of purity, Raven attempted to take adavntage for he crazed her, needed her as she yearned and desired him as well. A union was made, him Taking her purity in fluent movement. But then... That night as she laid in his arms, the God's took her from him. Leaving an empty shell behind.
In later years, The gods offered him immortality...TRUE immortality, him thinking it would give him a new start, and maybe one ay in his lonely life reunite... But now, no longer would he live by the name Frendrick 'Raven' Cortez... Now he would carry the name Seragato.
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As the memories flooded back to him, he remembered her pale face, remembered the chillness of her body that the God's left to torment him. It was a punishment for them both. Her life was taken and him left with the constant memories of the one female he cared for.
But what was the chances... Could a piece of her soul relive in this...Desari? The thought came back to him, HE felt her feisty behavior, but also the same yearning feeling that Zhilan had hundreds of years ago. He should just leave her be... No! He had to see her again, had to touch her flesh even if it under gloved hands and the flesh to be her cheek.
Jumping up he lookeed at himself in a mirrior, the white of his face soon comign to be brushed from his eyes. "She isn't goign to believe you...." He spoke to himself his accent lingering in the air around him. It was stronger, but very proper.
