A Journal; the guard, Ashanta, gave this to me thinking it wise in his own strange way - for me to put down the happenings of my every day life. A means to keep the dual natures at ease with themselves.
So lets start.
I am Dragon. I am Human. I Umbran born. Arkon, exiled of Umbra when I fled the hands of the undead there. After many months of torture and manipulation. Some memories, I am told, could still be blocked for sanity's sake.
But I regress, I'll not venture to not write to much about what was, what could have been. Or what happened then. It is now, the present, that is deemed important.
I am Captain of a Ship, lead of a fleet of the city of Yew. And I have found a home here, amongst the forest. And the land-lubbers as they are. There was a time I remained on the islands and ventured onto the mainland only seldom, now I find myself living amongst these people. And some of them are not half-bad.
Hun`ep, the innocent drow, she told me tales of her escaping slavery, and having found a place to live here within the confines of the forest where she feels safest.
Aedon, the old senile coot who owns the near by tavern. Perhaps not as insane as he likes to put himself off to be. Or could that be part of his insanity?
Winny, a brilliant artisan who works magic with a forge when making a blade.
James, the local Freehold Ambassador, and a strange fellow indeed!
And then there's Alira, the Duchess and perhaps the closest thing to Royalty amongst these rabble I've come to known.
I have grown close to these Humans, and perhaps closer than I should have allowed myself. I blame the human side, he lacks all intuition, all reason. And seems to draw himself into even the most absurdly dangerous situations!
Now, however, could be the worst of them all.
Cattle, Kine, Food.
Beast, Reptile, Animal.
These terms fit me. And those are all that fit me. I may walk in the cursed body of a man, my true form only a fleeting memory of its one time glory. But I will never belong to them. The Cattle, The Kine, Humans.
If they knew the truth, I would be a Beast in their eyes. A Beast of Burden to use, abuse, and skin the scales from once my usefulness is used up. It has happened before, and that is why I fled.
I was a daft, foolish drakomi to open myself up as I did. She is not Dragonswan, and could never honor me for what I am, what I once was. What was I thinking? What AM I thinking?
What ever the intentions, always remember. She is Kindred, and her personal gain will always come before anything I may have to offer. Never forget, what they have done to me. What her KIND have done.
At times I feel I should return to the sea, there it was safe, there I was free. There, no frail human could hold me down.
I am a daft fool opening myself up to that frail. The Hell did I think would happen? And the horrified expression on her face! Horror, confusion, in the end it seems to be the same. Regardless, I've opened the haul now, time to reap what ever comes out.
Never forget. You Can Never Trust a Land Lubber!
So lets start.
I am Dragon. I am Human. I Umbran born. Arkon, exiled of Umbra when I fled the hands of the undead there. After many months of torture and manipulation. Some memories, I am told, could still be blocked for sanity's sake.
But I regress, I'll not venture to not write to much about what was, what could have been. Or what happened then. It is now, the present, that is deemed important.
I am Captain of a Ship, lead of a fleet of the city of Yew. And I have found a home here, amongst the forest. And the land-lubbers as they are. There was a time I remained on the islands and ventured onto the mainland only seldom, now I find myself living amongst these people. And some of them are not half-bad.
Hun`ep, the innocent drow, she told me tales of her escaping slavery, and having found a place to live here within the confines of the forest where she feels safest.
Aedon, the old senile coot who owns the near by tavern. Perhaps not as insane as he likes to put himself off to be. Or could that be part of his insanity?
Winny, a brilliant artisan who works magic with a forge when making a blade.
James, the local Freehold Ambassador, and a strange fellow indeed!
And then there's Alira, the Duchess and perhaps the closest thing to Royalty amongst these rabble I've come to known.
I have grown close to these Humans, and perhaps closer than I should have allowed myself. I blame the human side, he lacks all intuition, all reason. And seems to draw himself into even the most absurdly dangerous situations!
Now, however, could be the worst of them all.
Cattle, Kine, Food.
Beast, Reptile, Animal.
These terms fit me. And those are all that fit me. I may walk in the cursed body of a man, my true form only a fleeting memory of its one time glory. But I will never belong to them. The Cattle, The Kine, Humans.
If they knew the truth, I would be a Beast in their eyes. A Beast of Burden to use, abuse, and skin the scales from once my usefulness is used up. It has happened before, and that is why I fled.
I was a daft, foolish drakomi to open myself up as I did. She is not Dragonswan, and could never honor me for what I am, what I once was. What was I thinking? What AM I thinking?
What ever the intentions, always remember. She is Kindred, and her personal gain will always come before anything I may have to offer. Never forget, what they have done to me. What her KIND have done.
At times I feel I should return to the sea, there it was safe, there I was free. There, no frail human could hold me down.
I am a daft fool opening myself up to that frail. The Hell did I think would happen? And the horrified expression on her face! Horror, confusion, in the end it seems to be the same. Regardless, I've opened the haul now, time to reap what ever comes out.
Never forget. You Can Never Trust a Land Lubber!