04-29-2012, 11:17 AM
The world about him was dark. Just as dark and dangerous as the last time he'd stepped on these soils. Nothing in this new world had changed, yet the savage old lands were just as filled with the lust for blood, corruption and chaos. A chain seemed to drag behind him, wrapped up around his form, reminding him of the blood he had spilled and the darkness that had stained his pelt that final day. It had not been his fault, he was their ruler, but the blood on his hands had been the blood of a child, abet a mad thing intent on death and destruction. The clan had seen it as an omen, the priestess of their lands spoke of dark times to come and slowly but surely the king was driven to a madness composed of guilt, grief and anger. Even the lady of light had not been able to tame the savage beast this time and in the end the stricken leader passed on across the seas to the old kingdom. The lands were quiet on his departure, the future heir standing watch over his flock as the Ru left the lands, possibly for the last time.
They had waited a moonspan in the strange bay waiting for their leader to return but he never did. The crew hunted and fished along the beach but they were a superstitious lot like sailors tended to be and would not venture off after the male. When the full moon rose high over the lands not a word was spoken as the crew raised anchor and set sail back to the lands across the sea. Their leader was no more, the darkness had consumed him and yet even so far from home there was blood here, blood that belonged to him and lands that called for a darker need. The hybrid would answer their wants and needs and make this world his own where once he had failed. Love was a weakness, one he would not fall to again..
The stormy male stood fast in the night, his strange blue orbs staring out across the lands. Once he knew them, Crimson Dreams.. blood of his lineage lived here, the ones born on the right side of the tracks. He could smell the pure scent of their lives. So proud, so innocent, so.. unhealthy. He had seen the power of the noble races throw out the flawed into the world for these sins they committed.. he wondered where the worthless and unwanted went when the great systems cast them out. A deep chuckle rose from his throat as he lingered close to their lands, his crimson cloak glittering, the moonlight catching the intricate stitching of gold along the hem as he shifted and moved. He closed his eyes a moment and breathed deep, the slight chill in the air that seemed to cling to him like the mists that rolled in off the coast lingered still.
They had waited a moonspan in the strange bay waiting for their leader to return but he never did. The crew hunted and fished along the beach but they were a superstitious lot like sailors tended to be and would not venture off after the male. When the full moon rose high over the lands not a word was spoken as the crew raised anchor and set sail back to the lands across the sea. Their leader was no more, the darkness had consumed him and yet even so far from home there was blood here, blood that belonged to him and lands that called for a darker need. The hybrid would answer their wants and needs and make this world his own where once he had failed. Love was a weakness, one he would not fall to again..
The stormy male stood fast in the night, his strange blue orbs staring out across the lands. Once he knew them, Crimson Dreams.. blood of his lineage lived here, the ones born on the right side of the tracks. He could smell the pure scent of their lives. So proud, so innocent, so.. unhealthy. He had seen the power of the noble races throw out the flawed into the world for these sins they committed.. he wondered where the worthless and unwanted went when the great systems cast them out. A deep chuckle rose from his throat as he lingered close to their lands, his crimson cloak glittering, the moonlight catching the intricate stitching of gold along the hem as he shifted and moved. He closed his eyes a moment and breathed deep, the slight chill in the air that seemed to cling to him like the mists that rolled in off the coast lingered still.