I don't really have a choice - "Dragon"
here is some thing I wrote week and a half ago. It's not finished 'cause me muses left me alone in the middle! evil muses!
anyway, enjoy!
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There have been legends about him, but no one really knows the truth. They say he’s the son of the devil, they say that they saw him bring demons from the world of the death. Some tell that he’s the guardian angel of the human race, and you not allowed to interrupt him, or you can bring disaster to this world. However, the one’s believing these stories are few. Yet, whatever they tell, they can’t imagine the truth.
He lives in the woods, yet he wears the finest cloths. His tall figure is always enveloped in thin off-white silk. So thin you can see black lines enclose his body. Lines like black snakes that crawling on his bone white skin. If you happen to see him face to face, you would immediately noticed his pale blue eyes with gray laced through them, or his ebony hair that reach to his rear. If you lucky enough, maybe you’ll hear him sing his sad song in language that no longer exist. You’ll hear his inhuman voice, so soft and touching, yet so distant and uncomprehended.
He lives in isolation, yet you’ll never say that his lonely. There’re is always seems to be so many animals around him, mostly predators, and it’s look like the trees bows and worship him.
I’m sure you must be asking your self’s how can they think of someone like him as evil. The answer quite simple. You see, they never sow him in light, even during the day he seems to be followed be shadows. And if what they say is the truth, they saw him flinch from the light.
They didn’t even give him a name, they just call him “you-know-who” or just him. Maybe it’s the fear that a name would make him more real, maybe it’s the just the fear of him. His the one they telling their children about, the one that the fear from make them stay inside at night. No one bother to try and understand him, or to know something about him that is not what was told do them in their childhood.
If they knew who he really was. What hr really was. But even then he would still be alone in the forest with the animals and trees.
Every night he would wander among the big oaks, crying his pain to the world, in his sad song or sometimes with heart-breaking howl of agony, and they will never know who was the broken animal. And they will never know that his name is Balgor, or that his not quite humane. They will never know that his the last dragon, that his in pain ‘cause he can feel the empty space that his brothers and sisters had left for the humane to live.
He never had *company, not human anyway, and he never saw a women or man in his woods, that way he was started to see a human girl in the his clearing. She wasn’t that young, not by human scale, she was only 20 years old, or so, but dragons live longer, he was 286 years old now, and he still considered young.
She was sitting on the bank of the stream, drinking from the cold water. Her curled Brown hair was resting on her back and shoulders, and the hem of her forest green dress was Soiled and tattered, but it still fitted her very well. In those moments he was happy that in his human form lighter and thus wasn’t making noises at all when he tried to draw near the women. She was fascinated for him, as he never saw a woman so close before. He know deep down that if he wont be careful, she’ll run from him and he didn’t want that, so he approach her quietly.
When he was standing behind her, looking at her from above, he hesitantly put his hand an her shoulder, quietly saying “hello” in his soft, unnatural voice, hoping with all his heart that she want go.
She jumped a little when the hand touched her, but she relaxed a moment later when she saw him. Releasing her breath, she said in her soft high voice, “oh, thank god. For a moment I thought you were… never mind. Hello, I’m Caroline, and you?” her fast chatter confuse him for a moment, but he recovered quickly, finding himself liking that in her.
“My name is Balgor.” He said, he wasn’t used to using his voice like that so it was rather hard for him to answer her like that, yet he won’t miss an opportunity to talk to someone who is not an animal. Well, not one without intelligence.
“From were are you?” she was now washing her hands, but Balgor took the opportunity to sit by her side. “from here.” He hadn’t thought about what he said and was met a pair of brown questioning eyes. “here? You mean the village nearby, right?”
Smiling wasn’t something he do often, even if he really wish he had, however a smile crept on his lips, curving the soft pink flash into something pretty, and real. “no. I live in this forest.” He answer, still smiling. “how come?” was her quick and direct question.
“It’s a long story, and it’s sad and I don’t really want to talk about it. Lets talk about something else. What are you doing her? All alone?”
“I have been Chase be murderers of my family. I’m the only one that survive.” For a moment, Balgor wonder why she told him that, but he just thought that it her personality, or maybe his dragons charms was working not only on animals, though, in some way, humans was animals, too.
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Hope you like this at last. I'll try to continue this, but knowing my muses, i'm not entirely sure.
Comments are always welcome!
yours, Lottie.
anyway, enjoy!
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There have been legends about him, but no one really knows the truth. They say he’s the son of the devil, they say that they saw him bring demons from the world of the death. Some tell that he’s the guardian angel of the human race, and you not allowed to interrupt him, or you can bring disaster to this world. However, the one’s believing these stories are few. Yet, whatever they tell, they can’t imagine the truth.
He lives in the woods, yet he wears the finest cloths. His tall figure is always enveloped in thin off-white silk. So thin you can see black lines enclose his body. Lines like black snakes that crawling on his bone white skin. If you happen to see him face to face, you would immediately noticed his pale blue eyes with gray laced through them, or his ebony hair that reach to his rear. If you lucky enough, maybe you’ll hear him sing his sad song in language that no longer exist. You’ll hear his inhuman voice, so soft and touching, yet so distant and uncomprehended.
He lives in isolation, yet you’ll never say that his lonely. There’re is always seems to be so many animals around him, mostly predators, and it’s look like the trees bows and worship him.
I’m sure you must be asking your self’s how can they think of someone like him as evil. The answer quite simple. You see, they never sow him in light, even during the day he seems to be followed be shadows. And if what they say is the truth, they saw him flinch from the light.
They didn’t even give him a name, they just call him “you-know-who” or just him. Maybe it’s the fear that a name would make him more real, maybe it’s the just the fear of him. His the one they telling their children about, the one that the fear from make them stay inside at night. No one bother to try and understand him, or to know something about him that is not what was told do them in their childhood.
If they knew who he really was. What hr really was. But even then he would still be alone in the forest with the animals and trees.
Every night he would wander among the big oaks, crying his pain to the world, in his sad song or sometimes with heart-breaking howl of agony, and they will never know who was the broken animal. And they will never know that his name is Balgor, or that his not quite humane. They will never know that his the last dragon, that his in pain ‘cause he can feel the empty space that his brothers and sisters had left for the humane to live.
He never had *company, not human anyway, and he never saw a women or man in his woods, that way he was started to see a human girl in the his clearing. She wasn’t that young, not by human scale, she was only 20 years old, or so, but dragons live longer, he was 286 years old now, and he still considered young.
She was sitting on the bank of the stream, drinking from the cold water. Her curled Brown hair was resting on her back and shoulders, and the hem of her forest green dress was Soiled and tattered, but it still fitted her very well. In those moments he was happy that in his human form lighter and thus wasn’t making noises at all when he tried to draw near the women. She was fascinated for him, as he never saw a woman so close before. He know deep down that if he wont be careful, she’ll run from him and he didn’t want that, so he approach her quietly.
When he was standing behind her, looking at her from above, he hesitantly put his hand an her shoulder, quietly saying “hello” in his soft, unnatural voice, hoping with all his heart that she want go.
She jumped a little when the hand touched her, but she relaxed a moment later when she saw him. Releasing her breath, she said in her soft high voice, “oh, thank god. For a moment I thought you were… never mind. Hello, I’m Caroline, and you?” her fast chatter confuse him for a moment, but he recovered quickly, finding himself liking that in her.
“My name is Balgor.” He said, he wasn’t used to using his voice like that so it was rather hard for him to answer her like that, yet he won’t miss an opportunity to talk to someone who is not an animal. Well, not one without intelligence.
“From were are you?” she was now washing her hands, but Balgor took the opportunity to sit by her side. “from here.” He hadn’t thought about what he said and was met a pair of brown questioning eyes. “here? You mean the village nearby, right?”
Smiling wasn’t something he do often, even if he really wish he had, however a smile crept on his lips, curving the soft pink flash into something pretty, and real. “no. I live in this forest.” He answer, still smiling. “how come?” was her quick and direct question.
“It’s a long story, and it’s sad and I don’t really want to talk about it. Lets talk about something else. What are you doing her? All alone?”
“I have been Chase be murderers of my family. I’m the only one that survive.” For a moment, Balgor wonder why she told him that, but he just thought that it her personality, or maybe his dragons charms was working not only on animals, though, in some way, humans was animals, too.
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Hope you like this at last. I'll try to continue this, but knowing my muses, i'm not entirely sure.
Comments are always welcome!
yours, Lottie.