Post by Venus on Jan 3, 2007 19:05:31 GMT -5
Whispers; hushed murmurs.
All that could be heard on the shores of Locidedolor ~ the whispers brought about by the fey breeze which curled about the deathly deserted isle, the murmurs by the muted crash of waves on the pebbled shore.
Voices ever present amidst the stifling silence, the sole reminder that nature still lingered at this god-forsaken place, despite the obvious signs of destruction.
Cloven rocks. Scorched sand. Colorless scales. Dried blood.
Crystal tears.
Mist hung about the solemn stones of the Circle of Caedis, shrouding them beneath a shifting white blanket.
Below the hanging full moon, bathed in one of the weak silver pools cast by its dim light, sat a dragon.
That much was obvious by the silhouette; whether it was male or female was undetermined.
The whispering wind whipped around the shadow, as if trying to preserve a fading memory.
The dragon raised its head and roared mournfully at the moon, hating every particle of the oppressing atmosphere emanating from the very ground.
Suddenly, it stilled, unable to fight the wash of memories.
Sand blew upwards in a errant breeze, and a young dragoness wiped the annoying grains from her eyes.
"You have to go and find your sister and your mother."
The voice came from above her, and the little dragoness looked up, meeting the golden eyes of her father, Invicta.
His midnight blue scales twinkled, as the light of the moon faded, clouds covering it.
"But...we're losing! I can't just...go!"
The dragon attempted a smile, though his eyes showed a haunting sadness.
"You have to. For the good of dragonkind. For all we know, we're the last living dragons in the entire world. We know of no others beyond the isle, aside from those with your sibling and mother in the forest."
"But...."
"No questions asked. Please ~ go and find them. Escape. You must survive. Save us. Save the dragons."
Her eyes registered shock.
Relenting, the dragoness looked up at Invicta with a fearful gaze.
"Promise you'll come back to us? Promise you'll meet us back home after you've won?"
The unspoken hung in the air between them like a demon; 'If you win. Or even survive.'
The dragon rumbled a laugh, blatantly ignoring what he knew was inevitable.
"Of course I will. Give my regards to your sister and mother once you get there."
She nodded determinedly, throwing one last glance at the small troupe of dragons huddled under the protection of a circle of rocks, singling out the retreating figure of her father.
She took off, soaring upwards towards the clouds.
Invicta turned to watch his eldest daughter leave, sadness hanging in his every scale.
"Be safe, little one. May you and she always find peace."
Suddenly a collective roar echoed, and black silhouettes appeared on the horizon.
Invicta turned, and let out a battle roar as the dishevelled group charged their enemies.
The fleeing dragoness heard the roar, and shut her eyes tight, unable to stop the tears from flowing.
Her heart urged her to turn and help them fight, but her head ordered her to keep going.
She was under her father's orders, and she knew she had to keep flying. For him.
It hurt, remembering.
Oh god, it hurt.
One last pain-filled roar, somehow sounding like two voices twining into one, before the figure detached itself from one of the fallen stones.
It had to leave its pain here.
Others must not know what it had endured, and still had to up to this very day.
The island seemed to whisper as the dragon left.
Venus. We will never forget.
{See what you can make of that ^^ I'll explain more later ~ this ain't a sub-plot or anything unless anyone wans it to be, it's just a little insight into the past of a certain dragoness I 'spose. xD It was late. I was bored xD}
All that could be heard on the shores of Locidedolor ~ the whispers brought about by the fey breeze which curled about the deathly deserted isle, the murmurs by the muted crash of waves on the pebbled shore.
Voices ever present amidst the stifling silence, the sole reminder that nature still lingered at this god-forsaken place, despite the obvious signs of destruction.
Cloven rocks. Scorched sand. Colorless scales. Dried blood.
Crystal tears.
Mist hung about the solemn stones of the Circle of Caedis, shrouding them beneath a shifting white blanket.
Below the hanging full moon, bathed in one of the weak silver pools cast by its dim light, sat a dragon.
That much was obvious by the silhouette; whether it was male or female was undetermined.
The whispering wind whipped around the shadow, as if trying to preserve a fading memory.
The dragon raised its head and roared mournfully at the moon, hating every particle of the oppressing atmosphere emanating from the very ground.
Suddenly, it stilled, unable to fight the wash of memories.
Sand blew upwards in a errant breeze, and a young dragoness wiped the annoying grains from her eyes.
"You have to go and find your sister and your mother."
The voice came from above her, and the little dragoness looked up, meeting the golden eyes of her father, Invicta.
His midnight blue scales twinkled, as the light of the moon faded, clouds covering it.
"But...we're losing! I can't just...go!"
The dragon attempted a smile, though his eyes showed a haunting sadness.
"You have to. For the good of dragonkind. For all we know, we're the last living dragons in the entire world. We know of no others beyond the isle, aside from those with your sibling and mother in the forest."
"But...."
"No questions asked. Please ~ go and find them. Escape. You must survive. Save us. Save the dragons."
Her eyes registered shock.
Relenting, the dragoness looked up at Invicta with a fearful gaze.
"Promise you'll come back to us? Promise you'll meet us back home after you've won?"
The unspoken hung in the air between them like a demon; 'If you win. Or even survive.'
The dragon rumbled a laugh, blatantly ignoring what he knew was inevitable.
"Of course I will. Give my regards to your sister and mother once you get there."
She nodded determinedly, throwing one last glance at the small troupe of dragons huddled under the protection of a circle of rocks, singling out the retreating figure of her father.
She took off, soaring upwards towards the clouds.
Invicta turned to watch his eldest daughter leave, sadness hanging in his every scale.
"Be safe, little one. May you and she always find peace."
Suddenly a collective roar echoed, and black silhouettes appeared on the horizon.
Invicta turned, and let out a battle roar as the dishevelled group charged their enemies.
The fleeing dragoness heard the roar, and shut her eyes tight, unable to stop the tears from flowing.
Her heart urged her to turn and help them fight, but her head ordered her to keep going.
She was under her father's orders, and she knew she had to keep flying. For him.
It hurt, remembering.
Oh god, it hurt.
One last pain-filled roar, somehow sounding like two voices twining into one, before the figure detached itself from one of the fallen stones.
It had to leave its pain here.
Others must not know what it had endured, and still had to up to this very day.
The island seemed to whisper as the dragon left.
Venus. We will never forget.
{See what you can make of that ^^ I'll explain more later ~ this ain't a sub-plot or anything unless anyone wans it to be, it's just a little insight into the past of a certain dragoness I 'spose. xD It was late. I was bored xD}