Post by Xander on Apr 12, 2012 19:29:44 GMT -5
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| [classy=postingbg]This was an odd sight, now wasn't it? A young boy, no more than ten years old, wandering solo through the Mystic Forest. A slight breeze played with long locks of snowy hair as he wandered down the path, everything about the boy appearing depressed and sullen. Bright teal eyes were clouded over, glassy, as if he were already dead. And in a way, he was. Alexander Frost- the child prodigy, the son of the great war general- and the brother of the great betrayer. Never before had the family sunk so low. Yet here he was, orphaned and disgraced, left to wander without a job or a teacher. Granted, life had always been rough. The Frosts had never been a very emotional family, devoting that energy solely to training. But at the end of the day, they'd always been there for each other... Right? How foolish he'd been, to not have seen the ambition taking hold in his elder sibling. They'd been close. He should've been the first to know! But he hadn't. He'd dismissed the growing darkness as a simple sibling rivalry, and it seemed that the entire elven court now held him responsible. It occurred to him dimly that he didn't know where he was going. He was liable to starve to death, get torn apart by some wild animal, even encounter a dark elf, but do you know the sad part? He didn't care. He regarded the world with a cold numbness, oddly removed from the whole situation. His body was on auto-pilot by now, putting one foot after the other without a care for where he would wind up... Besides, surely an honorable death would be better than a lifetime of this. People never looked down upon the dead, right? A ghost could do no wrong. Yes. Maybe he'd seek out a dark soldier, and die in battle, as was befitting for a Frost... CRACK! His foot slammed against something hard, and he stumbled, a soft cry of surprise tumbling from his lips. His arms flung forward quickly, and he just barely managed to catch himself on a tree-trunk. Or was it? Whatever he was leaning on was warm and furry and alive. "The hell?!" He yelped again, jerking backwards as if the thing burned him. Instinctively drawing his sword, he twirled it around to point menacingly at the... er, thing. Was it a dragon? No, too furry. An otter? Nah, way too big. Then what was it? The tip of his weapon lowered a bit as he pondered the creature, forehead crinkling slightly in confusion. "Now what sort of mutated monster are you?" He asked the thing, not in a million years expecting an answer. Yet he'd be damned if the thing didn't talk right back at him. You're one to be talking, human. And, for the third time that day, Xander's frightened yell split the still forest air. This seemed to amuse the creature, as it made an odd little snorting sound. Was it... Was it laughing at him? Yep! It replied cheerfully, which only frightened the poor kid more. Not only was this weird, demented cat-thing talking to him, but it also seemed to read his mind! That's it. He was officially going crazy. He backed away from the thing, his sword hand shaking heavily as he tried to keep the blade between himself and the monster. It didn't seem to like that, though, as its voice echoed once again inside his head. What. You act like you've never seen a beast before! "B-beast?" The elf stuttered, teal eyes widening in surprise. He wasn't supposed to get his beast until years from now! But the thing simply laughed again, the giggles echoing obnoxiously through the kid's skull. Yeah, we weren't supposed to meet quite yet. But ya seemed so down! Couldn't let ya just throw your life away, now could I? |
Xander didn't move a muscle, just continued to stare at the thing with a perplexed look on his face. When he showed no sign of following after several moments, the dragon stopped, turning over its shoulder to huff impatiently. Come on then, slowpoke! A little kid like you shouldn't be out here all alone, anyway! That seemed to snap the boy out of it, for he barked at the thing angrily. "I'm not little!" The beast laughed yet again, trotting back towards its rider with what appeared to be a grin plastered on its face. Sure ya ain't.[/i] It crooned, amused. Before Xander could protest, though, it shoved its tapered head into his stomach. The world spun around him, and the next thing he knew, he was tucked securely between two large leathery wings. A soft rustling sound echoed through the forest as the limbs were rearranged more comfortably, and then the elf was looking into huge sapphire eyes. Don't worry, little one. I got ya. Name's Kori.[/i]
"X-xander." The boy muttered stupidly, too confused to be his normal icy self. Another one of those deep rumbling laughs echoed through their shared link as the beast- no, Kori, the beast had a name now- turned away. Cool. Let's get ya back home then, eh?
And with that, the unlikely duo began to make their way back towards the castle, towards the uphill struggle they were sure to face.
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eep! baby 'shiro! *huggles*
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960.
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me, myself, and i
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