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 Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 11:36 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 5:44 pm
Ezra scaled the mountain until he reached the top. He sat down on a rock, staring into the sunset. His heart envied the queen, envied Braag, envied everyone here. But his hatred towards himself was greater.
Here was a man that was a walking contridiction, and hated it. Here was a man who had nothing left to hold onto this world, and hated the thought of ending his life. Here was a man that was more bitter than the cold on these mountains. "Nathanael" he heard the winds whisper. His old name...his dead self.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 8:22 pm
Lorik rose with the moutains peak the setting sun sining though his Draconian wings. His skin shivered in the cold air. He was tired from his long flight and flew to close to the trees and clipped on of his wings and crashed to the ground. At this point he didn't care if he made it to the Immortals castle. There was nothing there for him and doubted he would see another Dragoon like himself. Or even a dragon. As the snow fell from the disturbed trees it melted once it touched him as did the snow surrounding him turning into a pool of water then evaporating.
'Why did you send me here, mother? Why?'
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:18 pm
Ezra heard Lorik, turning to face him. His eyes showed something dead inside Ezra, something broken yet chained at the same time.
"It appears you need a better flight instructor" Ezra said in a dead tone, coming to Lorik's aid. He began to tend to Lorik's wing. "Dragon huh? Funny, you damn kind tends to downsize the Immortals who share a humaniod form, well, to be fair, I'm mortal now so it makes sense with the hate" he said dully. This time, he throughly reversed his poisons to become healers. He carefully took precaution on taking care of Lorik.
"So, what brings you here Giant Lizard?" he asked in an empty tone. It was a habit of his, to mock others, yet right now, there was no emotion behind his mocking.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 12:37 pm
Lorik watched Ezra come to his aid silently. When being called a giant lizard his eyes narrowed.
"I am not a lizard and I despise the race that spawned me. If I could take your mortality I would. Death holds more for me than life now."
There was a slight burn in his wing from it being cleansed by the poisons. Sitting up he stretched his wing experimentally then looked back at Ezra.
"My mother told me to seek out the Immortal palace before her passing. After the last of my family died I honored her wish. Though I do not understand why. Thanks. For my wing."
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 4:48 pm
"So you're the new lead healer, the 'masculine' healer" he said in a mocking tone. He had shrugged off his lizard remark. "I'm Ezra, the pain in your a** Lead Hunter. Unfortunately for me, I am supposively under rank to you, so any things you need dead or hunted, I'm your wetboy" he said bitterly.
He paused for a while, then spoke again. "I lost my immortality because of a crime, not because of will" he said in a distant tone. "I don't miss my immortality, speaking of which, what kind of healer can't even heal himself? Hell, the female healer, of your race as well, is a lot better than me, and I reversed some poisons to help you" he said, mocking the dragon again.
"But...good for you. At least you are able to carry out a loved one's request" he said. Out of all the people he talked to, his tone was lined with compassion, practically sympathy, empathy to Lorik.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 9:05 pm
Lorik looked at Ezra confused. He didn't know that he was going to be the male lead healer yet. It then occured to him that he kept reffering to his kind.
"Are you saying there are more half bloods like myself in this territory?"
He had never met or hear of any other dragons/half dragons besides in fables. When Ezra spoke of him carrying out his mothers wish Lorik merely nodded in silence. The tone of Ezra's voice caught his attention. It wasn't bitter sounding like before.
"Mm, yes. I would do anything for my mother. And father. Though they have been dead for 200 years."
Staring at the ground as he spoke, sadness filled his voice. Getting up he brushed off anything that was sticking to him and reach an arm out to Ezra.
"I'm Lorik Vanelsky, half dragon."
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 12:35 am
"Yes, your kind are in this territory. Half and full dragons rest in the palace, in fact, the healer is a dragon as well, the lead female healer that is. There are others as well. You should feel right at home" he said bitterly. He looked off to the distance, shrugging off his hand.
"Keep that compassion, lizard boy. It'll be the only thing that will let you be mortal here" he said, his tone cold. "Oh, and there's a dragon named Braag. He's got beef with a shinigami, so be careful. Course, anyone here should be able to do better than me, I'm the only mortal here and I have to save his worthless a**, though he not worthless to the queen's eyes..." he trailed off. His heart sunk with hatred and envy. The envy came first, but the hatred overpowered it. It was hatred towards himself. He was as bitter as the snow on these mountains again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 3:33 am
Dropping his hand to his side, Lorik like the wetboy for whatever reason. The thought of there being more of his kind first excited him, then the idea put him off. He had only ever been amongst humans which he thought would become aparent since he couldnt even fly well.
"You're a wetboy, huh? Mind teaching me a few things so you're not the only one saving dragon a**? I haven't had much use for my sword yet so I know that I'm not going to be too good in comparison."
He stood firmly on two feet with his wings drawn close to his body. His sword was strapped to his waist, hilt towards the left side. It wasn't anything great, just a basic steel.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 12:07 pm
"The key isn't learning what you don't know, but using what you do know. As for my art, a wetboy is a killer, and my strength is dependent on playing on the weaknesses of others. For you, a healer, I suggest that, if you are going to take one from my book, reverse one of your potions. Turn it into a contact poison, either over your skin, but make sure you are immune to it, or over other things." he said bluntly. Teaching others to be a wetboy was different. It was training a killer, a murderer that had more finesse.
"But if it's sword fighting you want to learn, you must first cover the basics. Read your opponent, figure out the direction they swing their bodies, and second, develop your radius of defense. The radius is a circle around you that covers a certain area. That circle is your world, anyone who enters, answers to you. If you became a wetboy, that circle has a high chance of death, on both ends." He looked at his sword. "And remember, the weapon is not the strength. It is a medium, a tool used to direct your strength. So lizard boy, do you think you got what it takes to be in the rankings of a palace offical?" he said in a mocking tone, but his eyes spoke differently. It was repeating what he said, Hold on to what gives you emotions, it's the only thing that gives an immortal meaning, what gives the fire behind the fight
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 5:29 pm
"To be a wetboy is beyond me at this time. As for a palace offical... I've never put much thought into being anything more than what I am."
A small light brightened Loriks eyes. Perhaps coming here wasn't such a bad idea afterall. He thought about the cirlce around him and took a few steps back then looked at Ezra hand ready on his hilt.
"If I do become an offical, I should be able to defend myself and those in my care. Could you teach me more by the sword?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 9:32 pm
Ezra gave him a look. "Do you want to learn the way of the sword or how I fight? Because those are two completely different things. My way is not honorable, not morale, not beautiful. My way is to kill, a sword designed to cut, not to protect. If I were to teach you the way of my sword, I would be teaching you how to kill without remorse" he said sternly. His tone was serious, his way of speech trying to tell Lorik that he didn't have to learn from Ezra.
"If you learn from me, you will take away that which makes you mortal. I am known as Ezra the Mad, a man in love with death, a man who has a reckless nature and does not hold any life of value. I am a wetboy, a creature that far surpasses an assassin. When I take life, I take nothing of value. You can learn from your kind, or you can learn how to kill yourself from me" his voice was harsh yet serious. It was almost as if he was trying to have Lorik avoid Ezra's way, Ezra's life.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 11:00 pm
Lorik listened intently, his hand wavering on his hilt. Part of him wanted to learn from Ezra, a very large part. But he was a man of life, not death. Killing so freely was against his art. A laugh soon escaped Lorik as he removed his hand from the hilt.
"I envy you, wetboy. To take life mercilesly, it must be a relief compared to trying to save it. I will learn from others. For now. I fear I am a moth drawn to a flame the more you tell of your life. I surely hope you do not stay mortal. Life will become very dull without you."
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 1:12 am
Ezra looked towards the ground, his eyes dead. "I am nothing to envy" he said, his voice was hallow. His heart was screaming in pain, agony. It wanted to tear himself apart, because what he said, life having no value, wasn't true. He had lost what gave him value, he had lost what gave him reason to live. He was in love with death because the one he loved was dead.
His eyes returned to Lorik's, and he drew two punch daggers faster than the blink of an eye. He sunk into an extremely low stance, his chest hovering over his knee, his head peered and locked on Lorik's direction. "Moth, if you wish to know how hot the fire is, then draw your sword. I will show you what exactly it means to be a wetboy" his eyes spoke fire, ready to make sure Lorik never wanted to learn Ezra's ways. "Put down your sword, and I will not show you a true wetboy, but draw your sword, I will show you what it is to be one who has nothing left of value" he said coldly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 5:57 pm
As Ezra moved Loriks body responded before his mind could think and took a defensive stance. Locking eyes with the wetboy, he thought over the offer, and what it could mean if he did not move fast enough. He wanted badly to draw his sword, his hand itched to do so as it hovered above the hilt.
"My existence would end before I could react. I wish to know, yes. But not at this time. When I have grown then perhaps you can show me."
Lorik stayed in his defensive stance keeping his eyes level with Ezra's.
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