you are, were, and always will be my dream come true
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Dreaming (open) « Thread Started on Sept 26, 2009, 8:46am »
The sun sunk lower into the ground, illiminating the brilliant foliage with pink and red. Leaves were piled inches thick, more falling from above. Flowers drooped beside him, all shades and colors turned dull and brown with lack of rain. He looked to the sky, watching the clouds roll by, stained pink with the sunset. He took a flower in his hands, stroking its frail petals carefully. It brung back memories, of a princess in hiding, and a clueless boy. It was a wilted, dry forget-me-not. He stifiled a laugh. According to the many books he had read againa and again, forget-me-nots meant true love. He let it drift to the ground, dry petals carried away by the slight breeze. He missed the princess here, but it had been so long ago... when the flowers were in full bloom, color and beauty sprouting everywhere, the trees green, their leaves bursting with bright hues of green. He sat on a rock and stared into the depths of the forest, waiting for something- anything- to happen. Seems like something always does. And if nothing ever does happen to you, good or bad, you're living a sort of half life. Bad things sometimes happen for good reasons... then again, somethimes they just seem to happen for no good reason at all. But in retrospect, somethings become clearer than what they were as you were living them. He thought, picking at another wilted geranium. A lotus flower was bursting into life in a small pond nearby, a splotch of color in a land of gray and brown. Different and bringing a little bit of hope to those who see it... then he remembered what a lotus flower symbolized. Estranged love. Well, it did seem like everything in his life was strange. Why should love and dreaming be any different?
Thyrdowhan wandered along one of the dirt paths that went through this forest. Though the path was big enough for a small group of humans to walk within it comfortably, to the huge, red dragontaur it was like a small brown ribbon. He planted his feet with care on the packed down dirt so that his huge footprints wouldn't mar up the path. He saw the beauty of the forest in the majestic trees and foliage as he strolled along the path, but noticed that the trees looked stressed from the lack of water and that many flowers had wilted. He raised his head and looked at the clouds surrounding the sunset, but they held no rain.
As it grew darker, the forest filled with the sound of crickets and tree frogs singing. Thyrdowhan strolled along, thinking about this new world and of its peoples and creatures. The memory of romping with the ebonite dragon Tiamat and the polar dragon Eclipse had Thyrdowhan chuckling softly. She was such a funny lass, and he sincerely hoped she accepted his gift to her. As he walked further along he scented a human nearby. He turned to where the scent was strongest and followed it until he came to the edge of the forest. He used great caution in approaching the forest's edge, for he didn't want to reveal himself yet, though he knew that the human could hear him approaching. Humans were a funny species, some try to kill dragons, some try to enslave them, many run away from them, and a few try to befriend dragons. Thyrdowhan's thoughts turned back to the one human who had befriended him....a wise woman named Stormhound.
"Ah, Stormhound, thou art the only human that doesn't wreak woe upon me," Thyrdowhan remembered saying to her once she had fully gained his trust and friendship. He stood in the shadows under the trees and looked at group of rocks near a small pond, and that upon one of those rocks sat a man.
« Last Edit: Sept 28, 2009, 9:27pm by thyrdowhan »
His nostrils flared ever so slightly, drinking in the scent of the newcomer. He had heard the footsteps behind him, felt the presence of another being; yet sight always was something else entirley. As always he searched using peripherals, but as soon as he saw the enormous being in the clearing, his eyes widened just slightly- too small for most people to see. A dragon stood before him. He swivled around, tipping his head back so his throat was exposed and his untidy hair fell behind him. He had no urge to kill, but to learn and see. This was facinating, something new and unfamilliar to Del. "Oh. Um, hi. I'm Del." He said awkwardly, throwing in a smile to show he meant no harm. Dragons intrigued him- and upon entering Ivala, little seemed to surprise him. Now, a Great Dane riding a flying monkey drinking tea and surfing the stars while singing "Lola," well that might just surprise him. But a dragon? No. Course not.
Thyrdowhan decided to leave the forest's edge and began to walk towards the man. Though he was a dragon, he was a most unusual looking one. His upper body was that of a red dragon with the lower body of a quadraped-like a horse with a long dragon's tail instead of a horse's tail. He was a brilliant garnet red with darker red tiger stripes on his lower body. His head was draconian with a hint of feline in the muzzle and ruff of striped fur down and around his jaw. He had three horns growing out of the top of his head, two long dragon horns with a unicorn like horn between them. A row of spines ran along only his neck and glowed and crackled with energy. He stopped when he reached the man and heard the fellow speak:
"Oh. Um, hi. I'm Del."
"Hello, I'm pleased to meet ye, Del. I'm Thyrdowhan-a dragontaur," said Thyrdowhan. He noticed Del's awkward smile, and smiled in reply. He wasn't hunting either, just seeking some company. That he'd refer to himself as a dragontaur seemed odd to Thyrdowhan, but he wasn't a true dragon...at least he didn't fit the description of what most people thought a dragon should be. In the growing darkness, the aura around Thyrdowhan's neck spines increased until the area around Del and the dragontaur was lit with an orange-yellow hue.
you are, were, and always will be my dream come true
Joined: Mar 2009 Gender: Female Posts: 67 Location: Hell High, or rather Middle
Re: Dreaming (open) « Reply #4 on Oct 1, 2009, 5:33pm »
Dragontaur. Huh. Del blinked, standing corrected. That did surprise him. He blinked again, a yellow orange haze slipping over the clearing. What... He thought, then rolling his eyes and giving up that train of thought. "So, what brings you to this always interesting clearing?" He said wryly, thinking of the last time he was here. Ah, Princess... He stopped that train of thought too, scowling inwardly. Grrr, why couldn't he do anything right? He noticed his fingers were twitching, so he just shook his head and smiled again. He was in a social mood, and wanted someone to talk to.
What art thou staring at? I must be the first dragontaur thou hast seen.
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Re: Dreaming (open) « Reply #5 on Oct 2, 2009, 7:24pm »
"So, what brings you to this always interesting clearing?" Thyrdowhan heard Del say. The dragontaur chuckled as he settled himself down on the grass.
"These four legs brought me here. I'm a wanderer in these lands. I came from another world through my wandering about in some deep underground caves, so this world isn't my home, or home is where I can rest my weary bones," replied Thyrdowhan. He noticed that Del appeared nervous, but then again who could remain calm when facing a dragon (or dragontaur).
"I've noticed that though this is a beautiful forest, the trees and flowers look somewhat wilted," said Thyrdowhan as he laid there, the tip of his tail flopping back and forth on the ground like a cat's. He looked up at the stars and noticed that they were very bright this night, and he sniffed the cool night air. He lowered the glow of his neck spines until only the spines glowed, which caused the aura to dim. He looked at Del, studying the young man. Del looked like someone who had been royalty, but a single tragedy or many of them had left their marks on his person. Thyrdowhan was well aquainted with tragedy, for he had seen kingdoms rise and fall within his homeland as well as the neighboring lands. He had seen kings become beggars and queens become peasants within their own kingdoms, or be put to horrible deaths at the hands of their subjects.
As he laid there, pondering his thoughts, Thyrdowhan felt a sense of foreboding. As he traveled these lands, he sensed a growing tension amongst the peoples of the varied kingdoms. He decided to ask Del whether this man sensed the rising trouble.
"Del, do ye think that there's a war brewing? In my travels, I sense tension, great tension amongst the peoples," said Thyrdowhan.
you are, were, and always will be my dream come true
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Re: Dreaming (open) « Reply #6 on Oct 7, 2009, 5:54pm »
A wander, eh? So apparently the always nomadic Del wasn't alone. "I, too am a wanderer. I've wandered this Earth may times over, and nothing seems to call itself 'home.' Maybe I'm not meant to have a home." He said. It was true- this earth didn't have very many redeeming qualities. Pain, misery, suffering. That's life. "It is quite a beautiful forest, is it not? Things always seem to happen- the beautiful and the ugly. Like life herself." He said wryly, reminded of- the past. The words came slowly. His next question startled him. "Del, do ye think that there's a war brewing? In my travels, I sense tension, great tension amongst the peoples." His muscles tensed, for he had been thinking the very same thing. "I am sure that all is not well in this land." The words were whispered, as if he was afraid saying his suspicions too loud would make a battle rage on around them. Del hated wars, despised every moment every movement that those sadistic murderers plowed on, destroying all in their path. Maybe it was fear from his childhood... he remembered the palace lit up a brilliant orange, the dirty faces of his subjects lit up hungrily in its eerie glow. "Do you think anyone has a chance in this life if there is a war?" He whispered, his pulse quickening.
What art thou staring at? I must be the first dragontaur thou hast seen.
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Re: Dreaming (open) « Reply #7 on Oct 14, 2009, 7:32pm »
"Do you think anyone has a chance in this life if there is a war?" Thyrdowhan heard Del whisper.
"I believe many will have a chance in this life, war or no war. Del, don't underestimate the resiliency of Hhenowie. I have seen many people rebound and thrive after a war...or a natural disaster. Though I've have also seen the extinction of Hhenowie occur for reasons only known to the Oyarsarim. Now, I've thrown out some confusing terms, namely Hhenowie and Oyarsarim, those are terms from my home-world. Hhenowie means any intelligent creature that is gifted with speech and reason; whether that creature be a human, elf, dwarf, humanoid, or dragon. Oyarsarim is the term I use for gods, and this world must have their Oyarsarim as does mine," replied Thyrdowhan. Though he didn't much care for war, and avoided getting entangled in the affairs between kingdoms, Thyrdowhan was for the side of good. Though the red dragon species were notorious for being vicious and wicked, there were those red dragons who didn't forget their noble heritage and remained good. His family was one of the few good red dragon clans that remained. His father taught him to seek out the friendship of peoples, and never to play the tyrant, and never-ever-ever eat the flesh of sentient beings. He remembered his father telling him that those dragons who eat human (or other intelligent creatures) flesh are not real hunters. He remembered his father's words:
"My son, thou must never eat mans-flesh! What they lack in size and power, they make up for in sheer bravery and ferocity in protecting their kind. Thou must never kill a man, unless he's attacking you, and then in self defense-yet never putting out thy full strength. Defend thyself enough to get thy point across that thou art a fearsome opponent my dear son."
Thyrdowhan looked at Del, studying the man as he sat there, until he heard the sound of leathery wings flapping in a steady rhythm. He then stood up, turned, and looked in the direction from whence he heard the noise, focusing intently upon the sky above the forest. Though it was still a tiny speck in the sky, he knew that a dragon was coming, and his keen hearing picked up a voice speaking to the dragon. Somehow in this world, dragons were trained and used like war horses. Thyrdowhan didn't like the idea of being ridden like a horse or submitting to training, but if a dragon chose to serve a man/elf/dwarf/humanoid, then he had no quarrel. He turned to Del:
"Let us go into the forest, for a dragon and rider approaches."
I have learned this: There's greater treasure in mastering the passions within oneself, than to have a massive treasure horde.
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