(Castor, Ser and Raga)
Name: Castor, Ser and Raga
Gender: Males
Mate: none
Offspring: none
Rank Gifted few
Opinions: If pretty and handsome why must everyone use the term pretty?
Eye Color:Gold
Hair Color:Sandy
Skin color: Gold,green and brown
Background: "Shut up! I said shut up...." the loud booming voice filled the quiet room.The room was silent all except the scratching of quill against paper. "Quiet." The voice hissed from him this time. Castor flinched as if struck. The voice echoed in his skull like the whispers the morning after the drinking games. Why wouldn't it leave him alone. It was just about time. Pushing up his glasses and picking up his quill again he continued his lesson.
The day moves by while i sit her staring at the blank page. The light plays across it making a bird flying in a pink sky and a fish diving into a sun kissed once~
He dropped his quill, it hurt; why did it hurt so bad? He rubbed his temples maybe it would leave before he had to confront Ra. His mind tried to focus but the voice rang out more this time.
"Let me out."
He groaned. He was losing his mind. It was as simple as that. He set his books in his bag. Always having been the student who was first to class with their homework out and their life just going by them, he couldn't just leave the books. Picking up the bag he shook himself to regain some calm. Ever since he was told he would be receiving his gift he had been panicked. That was it he just needed to calm himself.
"Ssssoon... ssssoon my friend we will be free ssssoon"
That wasn't the same voice from before. He shook his head violently. "Just GO AWAY!!!" He looked up in time to see her. Beautiful as a sunset and as kind as a bed after a long day. Only she wasn't smiling like she always was. She had a frown on that in no way made he any less appealing. She looked scared "Byz?" He reached out slowly and she shied away.Running now she turned the corner and he could hear her fading footfalls. "DAMNIT....Damnit...Damnit" the last came out as a sigh.
Byzentine was his soul deep love. He couldn't keep a single thought in his head when she smiled and when she frowned he felt the need to make the smile come back. Yes... he was in love. but for the last week... the voices... the made him push her away... He wouldn't forgive them... the voice had to go... Maybe ... Maybe he could stop them... when he went to receive his gift he would say that he was hearing voices.
nodding he walked slowly toward the window used for training the children to fly. He sighed leaning against the window frame. What would he do if he knew one of his chosen few were insane.... "probably kill me on the spot..." Neutral he may be but friendly...no one knew...
Slowly ever so slowly, wings that have always been battered and broken flapped lightly. His mind raced back to about ... three months ago. Himself and two others... Both so smart and perfect. Himself he had been born this way... his wings broken from the start the rips came from hours of working in the trees. He couldn't feel them it was impossible to feel them. Checking to make sure no more had fallen off he stumbled up the stairs.
That day had been hot and his wing had been stuck in a tree. It was embarrassing beyond his comprehension. He had been told... after his wing was free. that he was chosen. How was he chosen? He had asked and received no answer. He probably just didn't hear him. But that was Castor. Never thinking bad of people. His wings fluttered uselessly.
His head throbbed and his gut twisted. He was going to be ill. Muttering a curse he ran up the stairs and made it to his room just in time to place his head in a trash bin. Standing, he wiped his mouth. He couldn't receive a gift like this. He was a mess.
Lying out on his bed Castor sighed. Damn he was screwed. Burying his face in the pillows his eyes fluttered shut and his mind took him back once more... to that horrid day.
***
Tugging, tugging never worked but he couldn't just flutter up and unlatch it.A sigh tumbled out of him. He was stuck...right up until some one found him... which would be...never... right. Because who would miss the cripple.
He snorted. No one...thats who... maybe they would notice that he wasn't the first in the room... maybe ... just maybe... it should be too much to hope but maybe... they would look for him. He looked up to where his wing was caught. He could rip it all the way through... It wouldn't hurt...but he wanted the wing as whole as it could be... Byz would want it that way. He grunted... but it wouldn't matter if he died out here anyway.
Sighing again he debated with himself. "To rip the wing further and not trouble anyone or wait for some one." He sighed and shook his head"Wait for someone."He laughed"You could be out here all night." with a nod he reached for the wing. "But think about Byz... She looks down on you enough as it is" He let go of the wing. "But its getting cold and the nurse can heal it with something maybe... it wont bleed." He sighed and then wiped around as he heard a chuckle.
He spoke up "Excuse you but if you are going to laugh at me and not help then i think you should leave." He nodded and turned back around. "If you are nice enough you could flutter up and grab it for me..." he tossed a look over his shoulder and paled. "I'm sorry i didn't realize you were like me."
He turned back to look at the goyal now in front of him. For lack of a better thing to say to such a large goyal he thrust out his hand and said "I'm Castor"He kept his arms folded and his shoulder leaned against the tree. He looked at the hand then the boy and spoke
"I know" Castor closed his hand and growled. "Alright... will you go get help then...?" He left it open and was sadly not rewarded for it. Byz had come from class. it must have finished early. Her Purely female voice came to him. He sighed. "Over here byz " He smiled and watched Byz flutter down near him. She stared. Not at him...at the giant across from him. He sighed. "Do you think you can help?" He motioned his wing and she nearly jumped. "Yes of course." she fluttered up neatly untangling his wing and smiled setting down again. "I'll be going then... Castor...God Ra" She made a small curtsy and fluttered off.
Now it was Castor's turn to stare. and he did... And then nearly exploded. "I'm so...so...sorry. i never meant to be rude." He just smiled. Castor sighed. and bowed down. Ra Stiffened and replied "don't bow...not you... " He turned to walk away.
"Wait...Why not...why am i so important i'm just Castor... nothing more..." He frowned fisting his hands. Ra Shrugged "You have been chosen...." Castor frowned
"Chosen for what." If he was expecting an answer he didn't get one Ra just chuckled. Castor had raced back to tell Byz everything she oohed and ahhhed. And he felt loved. He heard that two others had been chosen for the gift too. Yet the gift was never told to him.
***
An insistent throbbing behind his eyes made them open. "What?! What now?!" He looked at his window. it would be so easy...so easy to jump.
"Dont!"
"Pleasssse Dont...."
He shook his head. "You don't know what your talking about." He nodded to himself and then grit his teeth when they answered.
"Yessss we do.... You think your going insane... well its your birth privilege... born of parents named....Typhon and Echinda" The voice hissed lightly. "Ssssso although crippled... you are ssssstill chosen... Poor you... Week as the goat you are to become..."
Castor flinch so thats what would happen he would turn into a goat. No he wouldn't go... he would protest make a statement say he didn't want the gift...to give it away.
"You cant...its as simple as that...It will find you... when your tucked up nice...and snug in your b-b-bed...the gift will find you... and We...will b-b-be free once more..."
Running from his room he looked at the time.... ten minutes till the ceremony... he cursed his wings and ran toward the stage set up. He could beg Ra...beg him not to change him. He couldn't stand the thought. Falling before Ra on his knees he looked up. "I don't want to be a goat... " He said looking at the god. Ra smiled. that was the last sound the last sight he saw before the darkness engulfed him.
***
The voices, so loud so persistent. What were they saying He couldn't understand. His eyes blinked open to the sight. Everything was finner then what it had been his glasses no longer needed he discarded and looked around. He screamed right beside his head he saw a goat head... attached to his shoulder....
What?!? He flicked his tail and heard a hiss of protest. He sat bolt up right staring at his long tail. It was a snake. He stood up and looked around. He was in his room. He ran to his mirror and touched his face. so cat like he smiled. his once dark brown hair was now sandy and his pale face was now golden. He purred. Jumping as he did so. It wasn't a purr... he nodded it was a growl. He roared long and strong. The goat head jerked up and the snake came slithering to attention. He laughed.
The only other thing of importance were his wings... they were totally gone... no more hassle... no more hope of taking to the sky. The snake hissed. "You fell pretty hard...Raga and mysssself didn't know if you would come too or not sssso we assssked to be brought up here.... we like your room."
Raga nodded "B-b-but Ser didn't thin you would like this....B-b-but you seem to...B-b-b ecause that was a happy growl..."
Castor blinked in the mirror. Those were the voices... he knew them any where. He pinched his arm and flinched when a shout of pain came from both the voices.
"Try not to injure usss too" Ser spoke softly and hissed lightly
Raga nodded and Castor smiled. "Sorry...This will take a bit of getting used to..." Smiling he walked down to his new life... maybe he had a chance now.... maybe
Location at the moment:The castle
Name: Castor, Ser and Raga
Gender: Males
Mate: none
Offspring: none
Rank Gifted few
Opinions: If pretty and handsome why must everyone use the term pretty?
Eye Color:Gold
Hair Color:Sandy
Skin color: Gold,green and brown
Background: "Shut up! I said shut up...." the loud booming voice filled the quiet room.The room was silent all except the scratching of quill against paper. "Quiet." The voice hissed from him this time. Castor flinched as if struck. The voice echoed in his skull like the whispers the morning after the drinking games. Why wouldn't it leave him alone. It was just about time. Pushing up his glasses and picking up his quill again he continued his lesson.
The day moves by while i sit her staring at the blank page. The light plays across it making a bird flying in a pink sky and a fish diving into a sun kissed once~
He dropped his quill, it hurt; why did it hurt so bad? He rubbed his temples maybe it would leave before he had to confront Ra. His mind tried to focus but the voice rang out more this time.
"Let me out."
He groaned. He was losing his mind. It was as simple as that. He set his books in his bag. Always having been the student who was first to class with their homework out and their life just going by them, he couldn't just leave the books. Picking up the bag he shook himself to regain some calm. Ever since he was told he would be receiving his gift he had been panicked. That was it he just needed to calm himself.
"Ssssoon... ssssoon my friend we will be free ssssoon"
That wasn't the same voice from before. He shook his head violently. "Just GO AWAY!!!" He looked up in time to see her. Beautiful as a sunset and as kind as a bed after a long day. Only she wasn't smiling like she always was. She had a frown on that in no way made he any less appealing. She looked scared "Byz?" He reached out slowly and she shied away.Running now she turned the corner and he could hear her fading footfalls. "DAMNIT....Damnit...Damnit" the last came out as a sigh.
Byzentine was his soul deep love. He couldn't keep a single thought in his head when she smiled and when she frowned he felt the need to make the smile come back. Yes... he was in love. but for the last week... the voices... the made him push her away... He wouldn't forgive them... the voice had to go... Maybe ... Maybe he could stop them... when he went to receive his gift he would say that he was hearing voices.
nodding he walked slowly toward the window used for training the children to fly. He sighed leaning against the window frame. What would he do if he knew one of his chosen few were insane.... "probably kill me on the spot..." Neutral he may be but friendly...no one knew...
Slowly ever so slowly, wings that have always been battered and broken flapped lightly. His mind raced back to about ... three months ago. Himself and two others... Both so smart and perfect. Himself he had been born this way... his wings broken from the start the rips came from hours of working in the trees. He couldn't feel them it was impossible to feel them. Checking to make sure no more had fallen off he stumbled up the stairs.
That day had been hot and his wing had been stuck in a tree. It was embarrassing beyond his comprehension. He had been told... after his wing was free. that he was chosen. How was he chosen? He had asked and received no answer. He probably just didn't hear him. But that was Castor. Never thinking bad of people. His wings fluttered uselessly.
His head throbbed and his gut twisted. He was going to be ill. Muttering a curse he ran up the stairs and made it to his room just in time to place his head in a trash bin. Standing, he wiped his mouth. He couldn't receive a gift like this. He was a mess.
Lying out on his bed Castor sighed. Damn he was screwed. Burying his face in the pillows his eyes fluttered shut and his mind took him back once more... to that horrid day.
***
Tugging, tugging never worked but he couldn't just flutter up and unlatch it.A sigh tumbled out of him. He was stuck...right up until some one found him... which would be...never... right. Because who would miss the cripple.
He snorted. No one...thats who... maybe they would notice that he wasn't the first in the room... maybe ... just maybe... it should be too much to hope but maybe... they would look for him. He looked up to where his wing was caught. He could rip it all the way through... It wouldn't hurt...but he wanted the wing as whole as it could be... Byz would want it that way. He grunted... but it wouldn't matter if he died out here anyway.
Sighing again he debated with himself. "To rip the wing further and not trouble anyone or wait for some one." He sighed and shook his head"Wait for someone."He laughed"You could be out here all night." with a nod he reached for the wing. "But think about Byz... She looks down on you enough as it is" He let go of the wing. "But its getting cold and the nurse can heal it with something maybe... it wont bleed." He sighed and then wiped around as he heard a chuckle.
He spoke up "Excuse you but if you are going to laugh at me and not help then i think you should leave." He nodded and turned back around. "If you are nice enough you could flutter up and grab it for me..." he tossed a look over his shoulder and paled. "I'm sorry i didn't realize you were like me."
He turned back to look at the goyal now in front of him. For lack of a better thing to say to such a large goyal he thrust out his hand and said "I'm Castor"He kept his arms folded and his shoulder leaned against the tree. He looked at the hand then the boy and spoke
"I know" Castor closed his hand and growled. "Alright... will you go get help then...?" He left it open and was sadly not rewarded for it. Byz had come from class. it must have finished early. Her Purely female voice came to him. He sighed. "Over here byz " He smiled and watched Byz flutter down near him. She stared. Not at him...at the giant across from him. He sighed. "Do you think you can help?" He motioned his wing and she nearly jumped. "Yes of course." she fluttered up neatly untangling his wing and smiled setting down again. "I'll be going then... Castor...God Ra" She made a small curtsy and fluttered off.
Now it was Castor's turn to stare. and he did... And then nearly exploded. "I'm so...so...sorry. i never meant to be rude." He just smiled. Castor sighed. and bowed down. Ra Stiffened and replied "don't bow...not you... " He turned to walk away.
"Wait...Why not...why am i so important i'm just Castor... nothing more..." He frowned fisting his hands. Ra Shrugged "You have been chosen...." Castor frowned
"Chosen for what." If he was expecting an answer he didn't get one Ra just chuckled. Castor had raced back to tell Byz everything she oohed and ahhhed. And he felt loved. He heard that two others had been chosen for the gift too. Yet the gift was never told to him.
***
An insistent throbbing behind his eyes made them open. "What?! What now?!" He looked at his window. it would be so easy...so easy to jump.
"Dont!"
"Pleasssse Dont...."
He shook his head. "You don't know what your talking about." He nodded to himself and then grit his teeth when they answered.
"Yessss we do.... You think your going insane... well its your birth privilege... born of parents named....Typhon and Echinda" The voice hissed lightly. "Ssssso although crippled... you are ssssstill chosen... Poor you... Week as the goat you are to become..."
Castor flinch so thats what would happen he would turn into a goat. No he wouldn't go... he would protest make a statement say he didn't want the gift...to give it away.
"You cant...its as simple as that...It will find you... when your tucked up nice...and snug in your b-b-bed...the gift will find you... and We...will b-b-be free once more..."
Running from his room he looked at the time.... ten minutes till the ceremony... he cursed his wings and ran toward the stage set up. He could beg Ra...beg him not to change him. He couldn't stand the thought. Falling before Ra on his knees he looked up. "I don't want to be a goat... " He said looking at the god. Ra smiled. that was the last sound the last sight he saw before the darkness engulfed him.
***
The voices, so loud so persistent. What were they saying He couldn't understand. His eyes blinked open to the sight. Everything was finner then what it had been his glasses no longer needed he discarded and looked around. He screamed right beside his head he saw a goat head... attached to his shoulder....
What?!? He flicked his tail and heard a hiss of protest. He sat bolt up right staring at his long tail. It was a snake. He stood up and looked around. He was in his room. He ran to his mirror and touched his face. so cat like he smiled. his once dark brown hair was now sandy and his pale face was now golden. He purred. Jumping as he did so. It wasn't a purr... he nodded it was a growl. He roared long and strong. The goat head jerked up and the snake came slithering to attention. He laughed.
The only other thing of importance were his wings... they were totally gone... no more hassle... no more hope of taking to the sky. The snake hissed. "You fell pretty hard...Raga and mysssself didn't know if you would come too or not sssso we assssked to be brought up here.... we like your room."
Raga nodded "B-b-but Ser didn't thin you would like this....B-b-but you seem to...B-b-b ecause that was a happy growl..."
Castor blinked in the mirror. Those were the voices... he knew them any where. He pinched his arm and flinched when a shout of pain came from both the voices.
"Try not to injure usss too" Ser spoke softly and hissed lightly
Raga nodded and Castor smiled. "Sorry...This will take a bit of getting used to..." Smiling he walked down to his new life... maybe he had a chance now.... maybe
Location at the moment:The castle
