The centuries have taken their toll on the once great Eleria. It is the 7th Age of Eleria; the races of Eleria have isolated themselves due to the tension between them. Secrets have been forgotten and things that were once great are now lost or buried. Now, the possibility of war approaches......
Branded « Thread Started on May 28, 2009, 10:03pm »
It truly was a beautiful place, the way the sun rose over the craigs to the east, softly illuminating the coast in its radiant light, making the smooth ocean almost glow like fire. It was here he sat, just beside a large jagged rock attempting to spear the sky, looking out to sea like a lone sentinal. He had been here since before the sun rose, slowly watching the magic of the land, for that's what the world was: magical. Not just because the people could do the supernatural, but the serene beauty and natural grace of a place almost untouched by sentient hands. This was the way it should be, calm...peaceful.
Anceladar found himself here, day after day, just...living. For some reason it was getting more and more difficult to do. Everyone was at peace, but it seemed to him that there was more unrest than ever. Less tolerance, less acceptance. Look at him, an unfortunate mistake! He hadn't done anything to warrant the world's hatred of him, he didn't ask to be a half-breed. That was why if one looked out at the beach this fine morning, they wouldn't see a humanoid figure, no. Sitting beside the rock was a distinctly feline shape, a lean muscled golden spotted cat. This was no household cat, however, it stood at the waistline of the average Gifted human and had frighteningly sharp fangs set into an attentive face. His eyes almost shone in the faint morning light, eyes that spoke of intelligence far beyond what such a leopard should have, for Anceladar was not truly a feline, but a half-elf, half-Gifted hybrid. He stayed in multiple animal forms to avoid other suspecting what he truly was.
Most people, even with strong magick, leave a powerful predator alone. That was the way he liked it. He was always alone, really. He didn't even go to the port town of Exulan, even though he heard a lot of good things about the place. He just didn't trust members of the other races, and he had never met another of mixed heritage such as himself along his travels either. He was branded by the chain tattoo that encircled his neck to forever be hunted. Even in his animal form the mark stayed, although it was considerably less noticable. He let out a huge yawn.
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Re: Branded « Reply #1 on May 31, 2009, 12:41pm »
Mist spread across the shoreline, obscuring everything and leaving only the sound of the waves lapping against the sandy shore. Elias hid within this mist as he gazed upon a lone figure whose eyes spoke of a hard life. Elias could see what this young man had to offer and was rather disappointed that events had not whisked this man into the evens that would forever change him. Elias decided to give him a push in the right direction then. His eyes glowed and a phantom of a dragon appeared within the mists so that only its outline would be seen by the young man. He manipulated the image and mist to have it fly out of the mist as the mist itself moved as if it was disturbed by a physical form. The image of the dragon flew high through the air, headed inland, as Elias faded the image and watched in hopes that his bait and been taken. If not then he would have to wait, hidden from sight, for another chance to try to bring this young man to a climax of his life.
If hunger and other worldly annoyances didn't affect his wellbeing, Anceladar could easily have sat there all day, staring out to sea, imagining it could last forever, envisioning a happier world where everyone could live in peace, not just the priveledged 'pure' races. Someone would come eventually...someone always did. How they found him, the half-elf had no idea, it was like he had a magickal tracking device, but he knew of no such magick, not even his cursed tattoo collar.
A foul unnatural mist rose up from the sea, enshrouding everything in its soft cool veil. Anceladar tensed, something was wrong. He had been here a good long time, and he knew this part of the world didn't mist like this except in the cold cold months of winter, several moonturns away. Someone, or something was here, but why? Why here? Why now? Deep down, he knew. Someone had found him, but he couldn't just put it down to that yet. He stood, ears erect and alert, listening for any change around him that would warn him of an impending attack. He heard nothing, all was still.
He was just about to get up and leave when he spotted something in the mist, a huge shadow...a dragon! He swore inwardly to himself, dragons were powerful, no doubt, but why would one be here? It had to be what had called up the mist...Anceladar was almost relieved...almost. The creature was flying towards him, he only had a few seconds to leap out of the way, and he did. As it got closer the leapard extended his consciousness to the draconian figure as it passed, trying to learn what had disturbed it, or caused it to arise from the depths, but he found nothing, a great emtpy blankness. He frowned, even in cat form such facial movements were not impossible, that had never happened before. Ever since he was a babe he could understand the sense the emotions of animals and monsters, and if he exerted his will and desires he could befriend them, enlist their help, see through their eyes...but never had he gotten a blank before.
As the great winged being soared past him as if it didn't even see the feline lounging on the beach Anceladar caught something else that was strange...there was no scent attached to the being that came so close to him its wing nearly clipped his nose. Everything had a smell, an identity that set it apart from everything else, but this thing didn't smell like anything at all, if anything there was the faint scent of salt water. That wasn't a real dragon. That only meant one thing: there was someone close by. Someone who remained hidden and used a fake dragon to...what? Draw him out into an ambush? The half-elf smirked to himself, he wouldn't be fooled that easily.
He calmed his racing heart and closed his eyes, a momentary weakness that was remedied a second later when a leopard was no longer on the beach. If someone had indeed been watching they would have seen his outline glow and then blur, even to the keen eyes of an elf, and his body would be a mix of color as it changed from a four-legged feline into a large eagle that gained altitude on powerful wings. His goal was to breach the top of the mist and find he who created this whole illusion with eyes that were sharper than any beasts, with the exception of perhaps the dragon.
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Re: Branded « Reply #3 on Jun 4, 2009, 9:15pm »
Elias watched the eagle tale flight and come towards him. He knew that he had planted suspicion in the man's mind, which was better than nothing at all. He was also thoroughly impressed that this stranger was more intelligent than what he appeared to be and had such immense control over his gift. So he decided to perform an act that would undoubtedly capture his attention and ,hopefully, his friendship in the future.
Elias twisted the mist around him and started to cause it to harden into ice. His focus was entirely consumed by the near impossible task that he started. He manipulated the ice into scales of crystalline blue and started to form the rest of the dragon's body with himself encased in its core. As the wings fell into place, he soared into the waiting arms of the sky and let it carry his creation east where he would be able to dissolve it into clouds and disappear without the mage's attention being drawn to his true identity. Especially since he caught a glimpse of the tattoo and thought that he would be met with distrust should the young man's eyes fall upon him.
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