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| Mishca Revain; Syneath Rider | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 23 2009, 06:26 PM (211 Views) | |
| MatterIntoTheVoid | Apr 23 2009, 06:26 PM Post #1 |
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Mishca Revain Name: Mishca Revain Species: Seethen Age: 20 Type: Frost Born (Frost Breed) Gender: Female Occupation: Cadaver Preparation, Murderer Blood Type: Servile Element(s): Ice/Frost Height: 5ft 7in Weight: 89 Lbs Dragon: Evile Revain Personality: Violent and aggressive, Mishca at first is not very friendly and will try to attack you if you threaten her or her dragon. She holds very little love and has a very snappy tongue. Her language very precise she thinks things over before speaking. She is witty and quick to conclusions, but always right. Once on her good side, stay there. She would be a very bad enemy. Her ideas and views relate to her Dragon’s, Evile. The only love she could really have ever had. But Soon, she will have a new love. Whether she knows or not. History: Even as a young child, Mishca has been violent. Playing with things that would kill her and much more. When she gained Evile she was delighted. Growing up with her Syneath Dragon. Evile once took her out, out away from her family. Her father drunk and abusive, her mother had told Evile to take Mishca away from the home where she would be safe, but not tell her anything of her family and past. It hurt Evile to dot his, but he was doing it for Mishca and her mother, he knew this, and went along with the task. He took her far from there.. but he was only leading her to a doom. She and he were captured by the Slynn. And what they did made Evile enraged. He attacked, trying to free his rider. And Mishca tried to help. But they were smart, the Slynn. they kept them prisoned. but. They were Prisoned.. in Ice. He looked at the ground. How? He hissed, hating to answer the question of how. It was annoying. He hated it. He would drill it into any who attempted to ask the question, the answer, Shut Up before I make you. And he could make them Shut up.. Very easily. Tape was boring to him.. why not use knives? It was so much more funner! He grinned at the thought, then the question revived again.. How? How could he persuade a Syneath to help him? In any way at that? Would it be possible? Or was it a long shot he was taking and then lose his life as the Syneath killed him? That was morbid, but Death seemed a good idea right about now. It would ease his aching soul and suffering. But he had made a promise, and like all Arylen and Abyloct.. He would keep it. Why? Because, OH !!!!! He hissed in his thoughts, Damn that question! He ignored the thought. Walking back, he looked at the house, then gave a low sigh and walked away. Where to. He was lost in this world. Without Satherone he was just a symbol of what was. If anything, he never existed. Because Satherone had been his anchor to the world, making him known. Now that she was dead, he didn't exist. In a way he didn't at least. He was remembered, vaguely if at all. But to Abylocts, he was nothing, for he had failed to protect his dragon. Failed to save her as she died. But she chose to die... He thought, She chose her path.. She chose to let me go and find something.. But what? What can I do? He hissed, tired of the questions, of the expectations of his kind. He was supposed to be the new born.. The Savior, the Ruler. The New Breed Of Ragement. Because he was the First Ragement born since the Battle of A-Day. So much wanted form him it drove him mad. He growled and clenched his hands, not walking anymore he screamed into the still air, "What do you want form me! I can't do anything!" The words echoed and he fell to his knees, tears brimming. He growled,"I-Can't-Do-Anything!" The words stung his throat. He wanted to scream to the world, make them see he was just another person.. But that he knew himself was untrue. He had lost everything...Everything His family was in a place he didn't know.. Selec died.. He knew that.. He had felt it.. Because of the dragon he'd bonded with, he'd died. The dragon dieing with him, Rinfire he vaguely remembered. Fear and his Daughter? He didn't even remember her name.. It started with a T. He thought; he couldn't even remember his mother's name now. It stung. His wife. That struck hard. Did he ever have one? He wanted to scream. He felt abused, used, alone. Unable to remember where he was, who he was, who anyone was. He clenched his hands in rage; he couldn't do anything could he? Nothing, he was useless. Unable to remember anything but the vague remains of a young boy who had looked to him with a laugh so soft it hurt to be unable to remember the silk voice? Unable to see the smile in the child's eyes? No wonder he was insane. He believed to see thing not his own! He saw death and decay as it was, but not that was if it was family! He couldn't remember it! Not of the dragons before, his memory was slipping. He couldn't remember where he was, what he was doing. Why he was doing. He couldn't remember the question of why and why he hated it so much. He felt like he was trying to grasp a hold on life, but it kept slipping from his fingers like water. If he ran with it, it sloshed over the sides of the pail or his cupped hands. If he walked, it drained faster. He wanted to hold onto it. Like it was a dying breath. But that was inevitable. He was lost. Not misplaced. Not forgotten. Truly, inexplicable lost. He whispered to himself, singing the song he didn't know or remember, but it came to him, and he sang it. Just to try and ebb pain he couldn't. Ebb a death he couldn't? "What am I thinking?" he hissed. He looked up at the sky, then stood, knowing it was useless to fight back against the VelVorn as it rotted his mind and body. Killing and tearing him apart. He gave in. Unable to do anything. His mind blown apart like a bullet to a gas tank. He gave up. Sitting still for hours. Not breathing, nothing... and then, a voice came. A male's; he'd never heard before. What did it matter? He was deader then dead anyway, the only difference was he was still alive. So what did it matter? Then, he heard the voice, stronger, louder, more commanding. GET UP! Fear made him stand. He was afraid yes, but malevolent enough to defy. Defy and die. He would like that, yes very much would he like that. He listened again for another command. But the voice didn't come. I'm insane. Yes, you are. The voice hissed. He nearly jumped, "Who is there?" Don't play that child, come to me. I can help you. "How do I know you speak truth." I will never lie. My kind does not lie for the pain that comes. James swallowed hard and walked forward, not sure where but the voice guided him. controlling his kind so that he was going the right way, not the wrong and wouldn't get lost. He let whatever it was lead him. Feeling no sense to stop. He thought of death waiting at the other end. Freeing him of his tormented thoughts that were broken and disjointed. Letting the large claws of death and the Jaws take him, swallowing him whole into an icy darkness. He smiled at the thought, walking in the direction needed. He liked that thought. He would love it. No death for you. "What?" I-need-you Fear chilled him,"Why?" You need help too, I see it. I can give it to you. But you have to help me first. "How?" You will see soon child. So soon. James kept walking, soon, he was in an icy world. Confusion swirled about him. And then, he stopped. He looked around, "Where are you?" Find me. You will know. He let his shoulders fall and looked down, then he noticed. He knew. The dragon below was frightening. Dark black in the ice he saw it. The skeletal form of the beast snarling and growling in rage. He could hear the dragon snarling. Begging for freedom from the icy prison. He knelt down and said, "You want my help?" He stared at the dragon frozen in ice. For so long. Since his rider was only 15. But James didn't know of that. The dragon below made a shard remark. Why else would I have called for you boy? "Why my help?" We both want something don't we? "What?" You want revenge. I want someone back. And you do too. It would benefit us both. "Will it?" James asked, placing a hand on the ice, still unable to remember his life or family. But Satherone, she was a faint but strong memory. The dragon below chuckled. Oh, trust me, child. It will benefit us both graciously. James stood. "How do I free you?" It is ice, child. Break it! James backed up, he unsheathed his sword the dark black blade ominous against the ice. He raised it, and forced it down, driving it deep into the ice. The ice began to crack. Breaking off on the ice shelf into pieces that dropped into the water. the icy water sprayed over the edge. The ice began to crack more, like glass that is frozen. It reached to James, where it stopped. Then Silence. James stood frozen in slight fear, had it worked? Then, he jumped, the ice broke, flying into the air. The ice struck the surface around him. He stood still, not bothering to move. Thoughts whirling. Is he going to kill me? Am I done for? That might be good. End it now by the jaws of a dragon. It seems like a respectable Idea. The voice came again, the ice and dust settling, I'm not going to kill you boy. James looked at the skeletal dragon. His eyes dark turquoise blue and crimson. His skeletal tail a hammering weapon of death. He hissed, the dark turpoise and crimson orb in his jaws and chest. The glow bright, a harvesting death. James stumbled back in fear of the Dragon, "Wh-what are you?" I am a Syneath Dragon. My name is Evile. You are? "J-James.." James. He lowered, joints bending he growled at James and titled his head, This just might work. Evile smiled, sharp teeth showing. We will have lots of fun with this now wont we? Help me I'll help you. Gain back my rider and I we will help you. Understand? "Yes. I do." Good. Else I will rip you into small pieces and swallow them. "You can't do that.." Try me. "You know," James said, a smile on his face," if you put a flashlight under your chin it will make the effect a lot better." I'm serious. James' smile faded. "I know." James watched as Evile stood, he shook his body, then snarled. Get on. We will recover my rider first. "Whoa! Wait now, what?" I want you to hold your end. "And if I do but you Don't?" Trust me. I will. "How can I trust one I don't even know very well?" You can. I will never lie. "Oh really?" When have I lied? "Dangit." Thought so. Now, get on. James sighed, but did as told. He climbed up Evile's side, holding onto the bones, flesh clinging desperately to the bones. James sat at the hollow base at the shoulders. Evile growled, Hold on. James clasped the large spike in front of him and Evile lunged into the air. Wings thrusting open with a loud crack. He was flying, gaining altitude. Then he leveled out, flying south. Evile flew on, not paying any attention to the worried and confused James. Evile hissed and looked down, watching the ice turn to fire, then to green. He growled and said, Where are you? James looked at him. "Me?" Yes. "I don't understand." What are you thinking? "About-about my old dragon." Ahh.! What was he like? "She. Not he." My bad. What was she like? "Calm. But, always quick to anger. But I loved her all the same." I feel your loss. "It's okay. She gave her life to save me." It's always sad for a dragon to die, no matter the breed. Evile growled. He watched below then hissed. There. James looked down at the direction Evile shown to him. "I can't see." Watch. The colors shifted, disjointed and strange. He watched in fascination as color spread through his mind. He felt warmth seep into his limbs and it made him freeze, what was going on? He almost panicked, trying to bolt off into a run. But Evile held him. No. James hissed and Evile snarled. James tired to get free and wiggled out of Evile's grasp. Evile roared in fury and lunged to capture him. But James was to far ahead and Evile missed. Jaws snapping on thin air, James fell and Evile took his chance, grabbing hold of James he hissed, holding him close. Now, I'm going to let go of you. And you are going to stay still and where I put you. Understand? No reply. Do you want me to kill you? I can. I can end your life if you want it. I can take it and you won't be with her. I know how it is, you can die now by any breed. Now, make your choice. Vengeance or death? James whimpered in Evile's grip, afraid of the Syneath dragon. How could he know that James was weaker? That he no longer was at the point of an immortality? He whined and nodded his head, not speaking. Evile confirmed it. Good. He let his grip loosen and James was released. Evile placed him by the ice. James kept his head low, still scared of Evile. This wasn't what he had planned. But at least he had gotten to a Syneath. Though still not as planned, he was scared of Evile. James looked at Evile and he nudged James in the back, pushing him forward. James stopped, looking at the ice. He was close, only an inch away from the ice. He placed a hand on the ice, unable to resist. Why? Amazement? He didn't know. To be honest, he was surprised he remembered his own name. James titled his head and then, he nearly jumped back and screamed. The ice began to break -splitting, cracking. James backed up, watching it break in fear. Evile hissed and pulled James away. The ice collapsed, chunks falling from the edge till it lay on the ground. James felt like someone had slammed a hammer inot his chest. His breath slammed out of his lungs and he fell to his knees. His eyes locked on the thing that had been in the ice. The girl that had been in the ice. He couldn't breathe or speak, staring at her in wonder. He hair draped over her shoulders, resting at the small of her back. Her skin was pale, her eyes dark purple with a slight red to it. She brushed ice off her arms. James still sat there, looking at her face in amazment. She looked at him, crossing her amrs over her chest she spoke, "Not polite to stare you know?" James felt like he'd died and reborn again. Her voice scared him..He blinked and she rolled her eyes. "Great." He stammered on his wrods and she hissed. "Get up." He stood. She walked to him. "You look familier." Then her eyes widned. She tunred to Evile, so fast it was scary. Evile jerked his head back in suprise at her raging inferno of emotion, What-have-you-done! Evile growled in response to her. I got you free with his help. Do you not know who he is?! No. Marcus' BROTHER!!!!! Evile growled and looked at James. Now look who's the fooll? Evile, what happens if he gets hurt? Marcus will be enraged! Evile snarled at her. That would be with on his won fault, not ours. Besides, a deals a deal. YOU DID WHAT?! Picture Or Discription: Black hair, eyes and wears dark clothes. Dislaimer: Syneath breed and Lair do not belong to me but Synile. |
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