(new players welcome to join) The Lies of Sayark's Past •~○~●~○~• Fantasy RP

[Wintent]

Tollia shook her head, unable to rid herself of the image. A Dragon, what did it mean. She had seen dragons in her mind, in her dreams. But today was the first time she had ever seen them in reality. Was she going mad? She trembled and decided that it was vest not to think of such things, she merely peered over her shoulder at the strange young man. What was he?

Sterling fiddled with his cap making sure it covered his ears. He was getting anxious trying to find out how the lass knew what he was. He knew his wings and tail weren't visible, his wings where oddly flexible and where concealed by the cloak easily and his tail was tucked under his trousers. It baffled him but he wasn'tgoing to show it. For all she knew he was fully human or elf.

 

[Ariel91]

Keeper ran as fast as his legs would carry him, stopping at Kaydar's side.

The wealthy Elf laughed cruelly. "He's nothing but a useless, lazy Centaur. You will not get a fight from me for that creature."

Kaydar grunted, leading his mare into the foreat. Knowing full well that Elf and his patrons would not follow. He grinned wickedly, his canines glistening and reveal their sharp point. He wished they would try, their blood would wet his claws. He shook himself out of those dark thoughts. "I will protect the two of you, so long as you keep up. Fall behind and you are on your own, I owe you nothing more than what I have already done." He clicked his tongue and said something in a strange language to the mare, laughing as she broke into a run. Her mane and his cloak flying behind them. His tail whipping back and forth in the wind. He didn't care, none could see him well enough at this speed. Let the horse fly across the land, he had missed this.

 

[Ariel91]

Qualair chuckled at the anger in the Wildings face, so thrilling, that look. He would never grow tired of it. He held out his arm and one of his numerous wives threaded her slender arms around it. He looked down at the slip of an Elf Maid, unable to recall her name. She was a new one, he remembered that much. The daughter of a noble blooded merchant, sold to cover his debt. Qualair petted her cheek with his trembling, bony finger, watching the disgust flash in her eyes. She tried to mask it by fluttering her lashes and cooing adoringly. Qualair scowled, throwing her off of his arm and into the waiting grasp of one of the guards. "You are welcome to her." The Elf knight snickered and gripped her fore arms tighter, making her squeak in pain. "Sire, no, please, I have served you loyally since my father sent me into your embrace! Please, Sire! No, please!!" The knight dragged her out of the room, kicking and screaming. Qualair merely held out his arm and another of his Doves quickly settled upon it. Snuggling into him. He smiled, enjoying the rush of power that he had just felt, how he loved it. He looked over his shoulder one last time at the caged Wildling before making his way back to his chambers, his Doves flocking behind him.

Qualair shook his head, glad to not be surrounded by his Doves. He needed a moment to think and they distracted him. Both with their fear and their beauty, he did not know which he relished more. He bit his lip, bringing his mind back to his problem. Ellayn. He had kept her imprisoned for nearly twenty years now, had injected her with a serum to block her memories. But the serum would not last forever and time was running out. He had to find the girl. Qualair sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. Thinking back to that day so long ago.

Kaydar had left for the war front, his spies had told him as such. It had not been difficult to bring his forces into the manor that he had once called home. The Wildlings that had remained loyal to the Dragon king had died easily, leaving him alone to face the Maid that had taken him in as a child. He had loved her, still loved her in some part of his dark heart. But he had loved power more. "I am sorry, Mother, I have no choice." She had glared at him, an ornate dagger in her hand and her crown askew on her brow. She had been the embodiment of power, of majesty. "You have a choice, Qualair, you always have. Even now." He shook his head, laughing. "I want power, Mother, there for I have no choice at all. You understand. As long as you are alive Father will fight on, you must be taken out of the picture." He had attacked her, stabbed her in the chest, his dagger Laced with poison. She could have stopped him, could have defended herself. But she didn't raise a hand, perhaps she couldn't, in her mind he was still her son. The events after were blurred in his mind. Kaydar had disappeared and he had returned to his mother's body. Finding her laid out upon a banquet table and surrounded by flowers. He had stuck a needle into her heart, filling her body with a bubbling orange liquid. She had gasped, her eyes going wide as she reached for the dagger still at her side. He had laughed, pinning her arm down. Her body weak from the poison. His healers had arrived then, dressing her body in salves and binding her inside of a vast machine. "You will sleep now, Mother. Until I know what to do with you, you must sleep." She had screamed at him, thrashed and snarled. Her Wildling eyes flaring bright green. "You cannot do this, Qualair! Please! Do not put me in here! You shall kill her!" The Elf king had stopped then, looking over his shoulder at the Wilding Maid. "Kill who?" Her eyes burned like fire as she spoke, protective and murderous. "My daughter, Kaydar's child." Qualair had lifted a single brow, motioning for his healers to seal the machine. He could still hear her screaming as the machine began to click and whir, filling with a gas that would preserve his beloved mother until he knew what to do with her.

Over the years he had nearly forgotten about his mother, only remembering her when the spring blossoms came. One day, when one of his Doves had offered him a bloom he had thought that it was time that he fetched her. But when he had unhurried her machine it was empty. For nearly a year he had searched for her, finally finding her not too far from Sayark. It had seemed that she could not resist returning home. Unfortunately the child that she had been carrying had survived and was nowhere to be found. For twenty years he had searched for her, convinced that the girl would be his undoing. She was a Mongrel the likes of which the world had never known. A Mongrel Dragon. Qualair sighed, scrubbing his brow. "Where did you hide her, Ellayn, where did you hide Kaydar's daughter?"

 

[Dusty61]

Kaydar grunted, leading his mare into the foreat. Knowing full well that Elf and his patrons would not follow. He grinned wickedly, his canines glistening and reveal their sharp point. He wished they would try, their blood would wet his claws. He shook himself out of those dark thoughts. "I will protect the two of you, so long as you keep up. Fall behind and you are on your own, I owe you nothing more than what I have already done." He clicked his tongue and said something in a strange language to the mare, laughing as she broke into a run. Her mane and his cloak flying behind them. His tail whipping back and forth in the wind. He didn't care, none could see him well enough at this speed. Let the horse fly across the land, he had missed this.

Keeper could not remember the last time that he had felt so free, the wind on his face, even the branches that whipped across his hide was a pleasant reminder of times past. Gardenia was holding tightly to him, to his surprise she was giggling softly. Then he heard her voice in his ear. "Why did you never speak to me before? I was not aware that you could speak. I really do appreciate all of your kindness. Would you mind if I asked you how did you end up with those Elves? Do you have any idea how I came to be with them?" Keeper did not miss a beat as he replied, his eyes focused on the mare ahead of him. Knowing that the stranger was his lifeline and he dare not falter. "I am sorry that I do not have more answers for you, I have very vague memories of my mother. I was very young when they took me. When I was first taken I was held in the same cage as you. At first they treated me as a pet, I had thought they were kind to me. They fed me, kept me safe. And as the year went on I grew to trust them, I was a foal, I knew no better. Then they captured you and I saw how they treated you and I learned that these were very evil people. How could they have held you in a cage? You were but a child, a glowing Elf, one of them. How could they treat one of their own this way?" Gardenia shook her head. "My last memories are of when I was a young girl, I have tried to recall the years in between, but I cannot. When I Awoke the first memory that i had was of that cage, of the bars and the Elves. I do not know how or why I was there. How long were you with them?" Keeper looked up to see a stream coming into view. He leapt over the stream in one graceful bound. "I have been with them for eleven winters."

 

[Ariel91]

Sterling fiddled with his cap making sure it covered his ears. He was getting anxious trying to find out how the lass knew what he was. He knew his wings and tail weren't visible, his wings where oddly flexible and where concealed by the cloak easily and his tail was tucked under his trousers. It baffled him but he wasn'tgoing to show it. For all she knew he was fully human or elf.

Gar stopped, looking up at the strange fellow and Florence. "We're as far from prying eyes as can be hoped. Now, what is your name and, as Tollia put it, what are you?" Gar lifted his brow as he waited for an answer, the fellow was probably an Elf or a Mongrel. He had that look about him, nothing out of the ordinary wanting to hide his Mongrel side. But he didn't know why he had said he was human, Florence certainly looked an Elf. Though Gar had never had the audacity to ask what she was, unlike Tollia he thought it a rude question. Perhaps it was the difference in them. He was not ashamed of what he was, but he did not love being a Mongrel either.

 

[Ariel91]

Keeper could not remember the last time that he had felt so free, the wind on his face, even the branches that whipped across his hide was a pleasant reminder of times past. Gardenia was holding tightly to him, to his surprise she was giggling softly. Then he heard her voice in his ear. "Why did you never speak to me before? I was not aware that you could speak. I really do appreciate all of your kindness. Would you mind if I asked you how did you end up with those Elves? Do you have any idea how I came to be with them?" Keeper did not miss a beat as he replied, his eyes focused on the mare ahead of him. Knowing that the stranger was his lifeline and he dare not falter. "I am sorry that I do not have more answers for you, I have very vague memories of my mother. I was very young when they took me. When I was first taken I was held in the same cage as you. At first they treated me as a pet, I had thought they were kind to me. They fed me, kept me safe. And as the year went on I grew to trust them, I was a foal, I knew no better. Then they captured you and I saw how they treated you and I learned that these were very evil people. How could they have held you in a cage? You were but a child, a glowing Elf, one of them. How could they treat one of their own this way?" Gardenia shook her head. "My last memories are of when I was a young girl, I have tried to recall the years in between, but I cannot. When I Awoke the first memory that i had was of that cage, of the bars and the Elves. I do not know how or why I was there. How long were you with them?" Keeper looked up to see a stream coming into view. He leapt over the stream in one graceful bound. "I have been with them for eleven winters."

Kaydar pulled back on the reins and the mare reared, turning back to face the Centaur and the Pixie.

 

[Wintent]

Gar stopped, looking up at the strange fellow and Florence. "We're as far from prying eyes as can be hoped. Now, what is your name and, as Tollia put it, what are you?" Gar lifted his brow as he waited for an answer, the fellow was probably an Elf or a Mongrel. He had that look about him, nothing out of the ordinary wanting to hide his Mongrel side. But he didn't know why he had said he was human, Florence certainly looked an Elf. Though Gar had never had the audacity to ask what she was, unlike Tollia he thought it a rude question. Perhaps it was the difference in them. He was not ashamed of what he was, but he did not love being a Mongrel either.

"Sterling, human," He stated simply he wasn't going to give in any time soon. If needed be he'd leave if he didn't think he could handle it. He knew Florence would drag him out sooner or later if he was getting stressed or anxious.

 

[Dusty61]

<Sorry that these are late>

Name: Willow
Race: Nixie
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Hometown: Glaydess
Love interest: None
Personality: Unknown
History: Unknown
Appearance: He has metalic colored spots that glow faintly during the day and flair brighter with emotion.
Image:

Username: Dusty61

Name: Keeper
Race: Centaur
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Hometown: Unknown
Love interest: none
Personality: Meek
History:
Appearance: see below
Image:

Username: Dusty61

 

[Ariel91]

"Sterling, human," He stated simply he wasn't going to give in any time soon. If needed be he'd leave if he didn't think he could handle it. He knew Florence would drag him out sooner or later if he was getting stressed or anxious.

Tollia closed her eyes. She didn't want to make Sterling uncomfortable. But something... something forced her to continue. "You're a Dragon, aren't you?" Her voice was soft and low, her eyes shifted over to Florence. "And you are like me."

 

[Ariel91]

Name: Willow Race: Nixie Gender: Male Age: Unknown Hometown: Glaydess Love interest: None Personality: Unknown History: Unknown Appearance: He has metalic colored spots that glow faintly during the day and flair brighter with emotion. Image: Username: Dusty61 Name: Keeper Race: Centaur Gender: Male Age: 12 Hometown: Unknown Love interest: none Personality: Meek History: Appearance: see below Image: Username: Dusty61

((Cool beans, I'll add them to the character page when I get back to a real comp. ))