Three Worlds
In the world around you there exists a pair of worlds: that of the supernatural and that of the mundane. Man kind and faerie folk have lived amid one another for many years; the first living unsniffed by the former. Here we begin a story about a fabled tribe of men who prospered and persisted on the blood and tears of innocent human women. The tribe of Onyx was a race of centaur that lived in the pine forests of the Kunlun Mountain range. No matter how romantic the notion of the centaur was, the villagers of the mountains were terrified of the beasts; for Onyx was a tribe that produced only male heirs. With a tribe of gentlemen, there was no way to reproduce save in ravaging beautiful maidens and stealing their foals. For centuries, this was how the Onyx chose to live. The Onyx fought savagely for the rights to steal women. The gentleman at the top of the tribe- the strongest and most cunning was given the position of King and took up the name: "Onyx." In a society where underlings constantly challenged the king for his role, no love, friendship, or trust could form. The Onyx were a cursed people.Given their dark nature, the centaur were named after black stones. Among them was an underling seeking to overthrow the present leader. He, himself, was strong; but not strong enough to overtake the king. His name was loathed among the tribe, though each member respectively bore a certain loathing for one another. Said name was Obsidian. With the intent of siring a powerful child, he sought out two women, ravaging them both before they were left to suffer the stigma of a cursed pregnancy. From a distance, he watched the women and when they finally gave birth to the tiny foals; he chose the strongest of the two. The child had been born with searing black fur and scarlet hair. In accordance with his coloration, his father named him Agate and immediately raised him in the violent methods of the Onyx. The foal which had been abandoned was lovingly raised by Hariti; the daughter of a Yak farmer. She was a skilled spinner and weaver and had been determined to raise her child no matter its rare breed. The abandoned foal had been named in accordance with his golden eyes: "Nyima," or "sun." Hariti and her son endured many hardships from the villagers however, Nyima became a loving boy despite his early hardships.
Time passed and Hariti began to age. As Nyima grew older, he understood that his beloved mother would never be permitted to marry until he was gone. The villagers did not permit her to bring Nyima anywhere near unwed women; let alone into the main square of the village. The viscous stereotype of the Onyx tribe lingered over the gentle boy like a cold chill in the night. Determined to free his mother, Nyima set out into the night and abandoned his mother in hope that she might be free of the town's wrath. Wandering the boreal forests, Nyiima quickly learned his way and lived in solitude for many years to come. Occasionally he looked back upon the solitary white house atop the hill which his mother had raised him in, but never did he set path toward his affections. He wanted only one thing at this point: vengeance for his mother's honor.
Having grown strong, Nyima soon found the wandering tribe of Onyx. His father, Obsidian, recognized him instantly and ordered Agate, who had since risen to the title of King Onyx; to kill the intruder. The pair fought viscously but in the end, Agate was forced to withdrawal. Rather than take up the title of Onyx, Nyima decided simply to become familiar with the tribe. Pledging his loyalty to the Onyx, he was accepted into their ranks and given the name Drucy.
It did not take long for life to become mundane within the ranks. There were few noble and pure located within the tribe. War, pillaging, drunkenness, and debauchery were the only goals of the traveling band of mercenaries. Drucy tried to find peace among his people; however, when Agate had planned another raid to be launched against the mountain village where Drucy had been raised, his loyalties were severed. A brutal fight broke loose between Drucy and agate and in a few dark moments, Nyima's half brother lay dead among the pine trees. In a blur, Drucy had lost his second name and was swiftly titled Onyx. The tribe rallied around him and cheered; trampling the ravaged body of their fallen leader who had been worshiped only a handful of moments later.
Onyx attempted to keep his ranks busy; away from the pillaging and rape that was pointless and commonplace yet, the Onyx would have no part of his peaceful musings. In the end, Onyx ordered the disband of the tribe, threatening to kill any who would take up the title and lead a new group. Many radicals were killed in challenge leaving what few were left to scatter. A smaller number yet stayed behind with their leader, Onyx; content to live a peaceful life. The tribe soon began to travel, venturing across the continent aiding small tribes in warfare and amusing themselves with harmless mischief.
While bathing in a still stream one day, the placid king encountered a strange boy. Foreign and lost, the poor child immediately took to following the Centaur king making himself a burden wherever he went. The child, who had been displaced by kidnappers, soon became dear to Onyx and only a handful of months after meeting the strange boy, he adopted him as his own. The child was given the name: "Nyima," just as his mother had named him. The boy's hair shown with the golden radiance of the sun and thus the name seemed fitting. While wandering the mountains, they encountered an army of insects who were long engaged in a war against a people called the Recluse. Interested with the possibility of keeping his few men engaged with a meaningful war, Onyx enrolled his followers into the army of Prince Winter: a ruthless mountain king whom all the villagers feared. It did not take long for Onyx to rise to the top. Onyx was quickly promoted to head General of the army. Tragedy was not long after his promotion. Amid one quiet night, a recluse woman had snuck into the barricades of Lord Winter's encampment and had poisoned the General's son Nyima. Winter, having become devoted to his General, froze the child in hope of finding a cure. At present, Onyx wanders the nations searching for the recluse and a cure to awaken his sleeping son, for Nyima was the one who taught him how to love.
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-Spoilt child has no concept of money.-
I change my attire everyday. As well, I only keep fine clothes.
Once you have a title for it, let me know.
I want to read it.
Well thank you.
What can I say? My head is always in the clouds.
Just one question: did you come up with the story or did you find it somewhere?
fantasy and even more surprisingly, faeries.
=D
By the way, great job with the story and the avi.
It simply amazes me ^^
I think I might make my avatar into my own character, as I love to roleplay as well ^^
I'm probably not as good as you are, because I'm 13, but.. I'm getting there (: