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mycatshuman · 6 years

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Dark Hood: Chapter 7

Warnings: violence, blood, Deciet, gore, mention of someone being close to suicide, character death, decapitation(not too much detail and no blood), please let me know if I missed any more!

Deciet grinned wickedly at Virgil. Neither made a move. Virgil's heart pounded loud in his ears and he knew that Deciet could hear it. Virgil was terrified. He could die. His family could die. He couldn't let them die but, he also couldn't sacrifice himself, as they had labeled him their leader, he couldn't look like he had given up hope. Virgil worried more for Roman and Logan. They had no time to prepare. They were being thrown into this pool with no floaties. They could drown, and it would all be Virgil's fault. Virgil's face twisted in confusion. "How did you find us?" Virgil asked, his voice somehow managing to remain steady. Deciet's malevolent grin widened, if that was even possible. Virgil honestly wouldn't be surprised if he could unhinge his jaw like a serpent.

"You are so smart," Deciet lied. "I totally didn't put tracking devices on the two men I sent here," he replied. Both Roman and Logan's face paled. They had lead them here. It was all their fault. They had brought this upon these people. They had made a mistake and now these people were going to pay the price. Patton tried not to let the news get to him. They didn't know. He repeated to himself. Its not their fault. Virgil growled.

"So you basically used these men, without their consent, to lead you to us," Virgil glared at the bowler hatted man, his anger boiling over and filling his eyes. The man chuckled darkly. "Leave us be. You have no purpose here," Virgil shouted. Deciet's vamps had eyes on him and it bothered him greatly, he didn't like being the center of attention, but Virgil couldn't show that it got to him. Deciet's eyes flashed dangerously.

"No! Not before I kill you!" Deciet screamed. Virgil's purple eyes grew wide as Patton mirrored his expression. They must have really gotten to the man for him to lose control and actually tell the truth inside of speaking in riddles. This only confused Logan and Roman more. Was he lying? Was he telling the truth? They didn't know.

"Why do you want to kill Virgil so bad?" Patton asked quizzicaly. He face pulled in and contorted as he tried to understand the villain. Maybe he really didn't want to kill Virgil. Maybe they could help him. Patton's face softened. Maybe they could change him. Deciet let out a hiss.

"I will totally tell you that." He was back to lying again. Patton huffed, slightly annoyed. He couldn't help if he didn't know the problem. Virgil pondered slightly. What could he have done to this man that made him this way? Why was this man so cruel? Logan frowned as he looked at Virgil. What was in that man's past? Why was Deciet so hell bent on killing him? So many questions flew around Logan's brain like caged animals that wanted to break free. Logan put a hand to his head as he stumbled slightly, the onrush of so many questions and possibilities catching him off balance. Roman sent a worried glance his way. His brown eyes clouded with concern. Logan shook his head slightly to tell him to leave him be. Roman reluctantly listened but still kept an eye on him.

Deciet growled as he realized something. Remy had erased part of Virgil's memory. How else could he have forgotten. All the time they spent together. Lost because of a stupid vampire who felt pity for a stupid 10 year old child with no family.

The harder Virgil thought, the more his head hurt. Eventually he gave up trying to remember anything. "If you are here to kill me, then so be it," Virgil told him sternly. "Although I will not go down without a fight." Virgil strung his bow and drew an arrow from his quiver with nimble fingers. He readied his arrow and drew the string back past his pale cheek. Virgil let out a shaky breath and drew in a slightly steady one. Patton watched Virgil as he kept an eye out for any vamps who decided they wanted to attack. Once Virgil was steady he gave a final glare at Deciet.

"What are you not going to do? Not 'Murder' me for killing your family?" Deciet sneered. Logan and Roman looked at Virgil in shock. Now they understood. Virgil almost seethed but he somehow managed to stay calm.

"And what good will that do? How will that honor their memory. How will that benefit the next child who's family was taken? How will me 'murdering' their murderer make me any better?"* Virgil shook his head slightly, never moving his bow. "What I do is not for my own vengeance, I do it for the good of all mankind.** Women, Men, and Non-binary people alike." Virgil's face hardened. "This is for every life you took. For every grandparent who lost their child, child- in-law, and grandchildren all in one night," Virgil took a deep breath, slightly struggling to keep the bow steady. "It's time to pay the piper." Virgil let go.

The arrow flew an imbeded itself in an eye before anyone could move. An inhuman scream rose up above the shouts of shock and disbelief as vampires realized they had slightly underestimated their opponent. Deciet's face grew red with rage as he glared at Virgil, the vampire behind him clutching at their eye as dark blood flowed between their fingers. How dare this coward defy him! Deciet raced towards Virgil, ready to rip his heart right out of his chest. Deciet got halfway before a foot tripped him and set him flying into the dirt. Deceit groaned as he pushed himself up, spitting dirt and grass from his mouth. He looked behind him to find what had caused his tumble and his eyes flared in anger.

In all his fashionable glory stood the only other person that Deciet hated as much as Virgil. Gone were the cup and phone. This man meant buisness. He was angry. And he wasn't going to let anyone hurt those he loved. Deciet could feel the glare the man gave him from behind his sunglasses. Remy let out low growl.

"It is vamps like you who give the reat of us a bad name," he said as he glared down at Deciet. Deciet hissed as he stood, brushing dirt off his brown and yellow jacket.

"I am so happy to see you here," he sneered. Remy snorted.

"Likewise," he answered sarcastically. Everything came to a stand still. The vampires staring at their leading, waiting for a command as Virgil and his group watched, ready at a moments notice to fight if need be. Virgil's purple bangs hid his eyes as he stared at the two intently. Something in the back of his mind told him that there was more to Remy than he knew. Suddenly, a long forgotten memory came to the forefront of Virgil's mind. He remembered the look on Remy's face when they first met in the cafe. The way his face shifted when he saw them. It was almost like he recognized them. It never made sense before but, maybe Remy had seen him in passing. Maybe they had met before. Something inside Virgil said they had. It wasn't his mind. It was more his heart. Almost like his mind was told to forget something and his heart wouldn't let him. Virgil shook his head roughly. Now was not the time to get distracted. He needed to be careful and he needed to make sure no one got hurt.

Deciet leared at Remy. "Oh if it isn't the hero!" He clenched his teeth together as he glared at the man. Remy clenched his fists to stop himself from getting physical if he didn't have to. "You are not a worthless excuse of a vampire! You won't be weak from not drinking enough blood. You will not lose." Remy took a deep breath as Deciet taunted him. He snuck a glance at Virgil. Virgil stared back at him. His purple patched black hoodie engulfing him as he played with a zipper on the end of the sleeve. He was nervous. Remy almost grimaced. He had tried to save him from this life. From the pain. Deciet was right. His tendacy to only drink enough blood to survive made him weaker than other vamps.

Remy should have drank more blood that day so long ago. Then maybe Virgil would never have had to remember the horror of that night. Maybe if Remy hadn't checked in on him so much, that vampire wouldn't have tried to attack Patton. At least then in would be just Virgil, but one look at the purple haired man and he knew. Remy knew that he was proud of Virgil. Even though Remy couldn't make him forget all of his pain, he knew that Virgil had grown into a great man. Remy would do anything to protect the family Virgil had made. Remy was snapped abruptly out of his thoughts.

"I bet Virgil does know what happened that night all those years ago," Deciet sneered. Remy's eyes blew wide behind his sunglasses. Remy heard Virgil's breath hitch and he could tell Deciet heard it too because he smirked and turned to Virgil. "Did you know that you didn't know Remy before that night when you met him in the cafe?" Remy didn't dare look over at Virgil for fear of seeing a betrayed look on his face. Instead he focused on the smug look in Deciet's face. He was going to wipe that look off his face very soon.

"Of course there's a possibility," Virgil said nonchalantly. Patton tried his best to keep his face schooled like Virgil so Deciet couldn't somehow use their emotions against them. Behind them, Logan and Roman shared mildly confused expressions. What was going on? What was this foul man doing. To both Logan and Roman it seemed like Deciet was trying to cause a rift in Remy's friendship with Virgil and possibly start a fight. Divide their enemy so they would be easier to conquer. Both came to the conclusion that it was dangerous to display any type of open emotion. Roman looked over at Logan and together they reached a mutual agreement that they would not let their faces betray how they felt during this stand off. They had already led the dreadful man here, they needed to make sure the man couldn't use them against Virgil and Patton if they wanted to make amends for their mistake. "As of right now though, I don't care. I just want you gone," Virgil cooed.

Anger flared in Deciet's eyes as he realized he wouldn't be causing a "civil war" between the two. He growled. "If that's what you want, then I'll leave you to it," Deciet sneered and snapped his fingers. His small group beared their teeth at Virgil and the others as their eyes bled into a deep red and the veins under their eyes pulsed darkly through their skin.

"Shit!" Virgil swore. Patton didn't even bother telling him watch his mouth. They had bigger problems to deal with. Patton's green eyes glowed with determination. No one was going to hurt his family.

"Defense," Patton shouted to the others, taking a small amount of the weight off of Virgil's hunched shoulders. Remy watched as he noticed Virgil's eyes cloud with fear and worry. Remy growled darkly. He turned back to Deciet.

"You are a disgrace to vampires. You are the reason we are in hiding. You really think humans wouldn't find a way to stand up to its oppressors. To vampires if we enslaved them all!" Remy all but shouted. Anger washed over Deciet and he lost the control to say everything in lies.

"I'm a disgrace to vampires?" He asked as he scoffed. "Says the vampire who doesn't take advantage of his power! We can't die! We have the world at our fingertips and its full if people with blood pumping through their veins, ready for a vampire to sink their teeth in and feed. How could you waste it!" Deciet seethed. Remy looked at Deciet with disgust.

"You are right we can't die. Not easily anyway. But what good is life without death?" Remy questioned. "'Without death, life is meaningless. It is a story that can never be told. A song that can never be sung. For how would one finish it?'*** We could have all the things in the world and we would find no comfort in them. We would have no purpose. We would be empty shells with nothing to 'live' for. What then? Would you still walk the earth miserable or end your existence?" Remy watched as with each word Deciet just growled. He was a young vampire and didn't know how many times Remy had been close to ending his miserable existence over the last few centuries.

"No I won't!" Deciet sneered. "Because I'm not weak, like you!" He lunged at Remy and swiped at his face, knocking his sunglasses to the ground. Remy growled and sent a kick into Deciet's gut, causing the man to double over and clench his teeth as he hissed in pain. Deciet looked up at Remy. "You're regret that."

"We'll see about that," Remy answered. The vampires launched at the occupants of the camp. Remy only all too aware that this could end badly. Unfortunately he had to focus on Deciet and keep him away from Virgil before he did anymore damage. Remy set his jaw as determination washed over him. Deciet clenched his hand and shoved his fists forward towards Remy's face. Remy grabbed ahold of his fist and stopped him. "Wrong move," he hissed and twisted Deciet's arm until he heard a crack and Deciet howled in agony as Remy let go. Once Deciet had snapped his bones back in place and his accelerated healing kicked in he glared at Remy and growled.

"You're not going to get away with that," he sneered.

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Virgil rushed into action as the small group of vampirea lunged at them. He grabbed two arrows and set them up to (hopefully) pierce two of the oncoming figures in the heart. Virgil took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his racing heart and waited a few more seconds and then let the arrows fly. The first one struck successfully and Virgil was able to say that there was one less vampire to deal with. The second one was a little off and pierced the vampire just a smidge to the right. Any closer and it would have been a "kill".

Next to Virgil, Patton stood with his pointed wooden staff. If any came close Patton would have to drive the sharp end into their chest. Virgil winced as he reminded himself that Patton would have a normal life if it weren't for him. Virgil took comfort in the fact that Patton wouldn't purposely kill one of them unless he had to.

To his left stood Roman. The auburn haired man who was so against them once he had found out who they were. Here the tan man stood, with a sword no less, defending them. Two men, who had only hours before, hated him. Virgil couldn't let them die. They didn't deserve this. None if these people did. They all deserved to live a normal life while Virgil tried to do this all on his own. The only thing that kept Virgil from drowning in guilt was that most of them were victims like him. Most of them were ones who had been held captive for days while a vampire fed on them at their leisure. A few of them were people who were attacked while Patton, Virgil or one of the others were near. Virgil let out a growl as he took out another arrow and aimed at a vampire attempting to attack Joan. Virgil let out a slow breath and let go, the arrow piercing the vampires' chest as they slumped over. Joan looked over and gave Virgil a thumbs up. Virgil gave them a nod and returned to watching out for ambushing vamps.

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Logan stood beside Patton as the vampires charged. Logan spun the sword in his hand and hoped that he wasn't rusty. He also couldn't help but feel like this was an unfair advantage. He was startled out of his thoughts when Patton screamed at him to watch out. A clawed hand came out of nowhere and sliced at Logan's chest. Logan responded quickly and cut the tips of the fingers off. He was suddenly very grateful for Roman pushing him to take fencing lessons with him, claiming it would be a great opportunity to expand on their skills and learn. He also no longer felt like the sword was an unfair advantage.

The vampire screeched at the loss of his fingertips and lunged at Logan, his jaws open ready to sink his teeth into Logan's flesh. Logan stepped back and swung. The vampire was silent as the blade detached his head from his body and rolled off to the side. Logan almost gagged. He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Patton staring at him with understanding in his eyes.

"He was going to kill you," Patton whispered softly as if to tell Logan that he did the right thing. He nodded uncertainly. This was a lot for him to handle. Logan took a deep breath and launched back into battle.

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Roman winced as a nail cut at his arm. He swung his sword around and was able to cut the vampire's side. The vampire hissed in pain and jerked back as she clutched at her side. Roman spun and swung his sword through her neck and took her head off. He grimaced as her head rolled and stopped, blank eyes staring up at him. Roman took his boot and kicked the head away. The gruesome reality finally sinking in. He was going to have to slice through cold flesh in order to be a hero.

Roman took a deep breath and set his face in determination. No one ever said being a hero was easy. He would have to put his own fears aside to rescue others. He could do this. Roman watched as a vampire tried to grab Patton. He reacted quickly and shoved the blade through their neck.

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Patton heard a body drop behind him and turned, eyes wide as he realized that a vampire had just been about to grab him before Roman disposed of them. He turned to Roman and gave him a thankful smile. Roman gave a curt nod and turned to back to his original position. Patton turned in time to see a vampire leap at Virgil. In a flash, Patton had shoved his staff into the chest of said vampire before it reached Virgil.

Virgil yelped as he realized he had almost been killed. He turned to Patton eyes wide. "Thanks, Pat," he replied shakily. Patton put a had on his shoulder.

"Your welcome, Kiddo!" Then Patton went back to keeping watch over Logan and a few others. He tried to ignore the inhuman screams that came with a vampires' demise. It would only upset him more. His green eyes suddenly stopped on a vampire ambushing a women from behind and he screamed as the vampire ripped her head off.

Virgil went paler as he realized he had been shaking and the arrow had missed, hitting the vampire's arm as they had grabbed the womans' hair.

They had just lost one of their own.

Virgil was so caught up in his realization that he didn't notice the figure lunging at him from behind. Patton turned in time to see Virgil fall to the ground as his feet were pulled out from under him. Virgil yelped as he hit the ground.

Patton let out a high pitched scream as the vampire swiped it's claw at Virgil's face.

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*"And if I teach you how to murder her murderer... so what? How will that honor her memory? How will that benefit the next boy whose mother was taken?"- Henry Strives, Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter(movie)

**"A great man once said, 'What we do, we do not for ourselves, not for one man, but for the good of all mankind.'"-Abraham Lincoln, Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter(movie)

***"'Without death,' he answered, 'life is meaningless. It is a story that can never be told. A song that can never be sung. For how would one finish it?'"- Henry Strives, Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter(book)

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( I am sorry! I finished it later than anticipated! Okay! That's a steep cliffhanger. Please stand back people. Anyway, that's chapter 7 and I hope you "guys, gals, and non-binary pals" enjoyed it. So yeah there are some things from the past that seem to be surfacing. And what going to happen to Virgil! Stay tuned. And stay safe. I wish you all a spectacular day/night.) 💜💜💜💜

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fireeaglespirit · 6 years

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Where do dragons and avis stand?

...among all of these primeval faiths none seemed to provide protection to our kind. Some turned their gazes to the skies, and started worshiping the winged ones, trying to appease their fury and displace their hunger to something else. When the dragons managed to drive their natural enemies, the avis, out of the scene, they became the supreme overlords of the skies, without challenge, without doubt.

With time, grand temples were built to honor the dragons and appease them as rulers of this world. Many of these places survive today as ancient ruins, silent witness to thousands of years of bloodshed and slavery of our kind, while others were completely decimated.

Dragons naturally, embraced their role as god-kings over humanity. After all, were they not fashioned in the gods’ own image? Superior in every way to the hordes of small, soft creatures that worshiped them. Erebus shaped them out of creation itself; they were the first born, the dearest children, it was only natural. And now there were no longer the challenging avis to try and fight them... but could their destined opponents come back to the scene, after thousands of years?

I have been thinking a lot these days, concerning dragons and the influence they play on my imagination and stories... looking upon it, its easy to get a feeling that they are very important to me, so I just wanted to dabble a bit on the psychological aspects of these beasts and their own nature, on the ‘why’ I find them interesting and worth of including in my story.

Of course, I find them aesthetically awesome and very interesting creatures to work with, but what about their minds? What just goes through a dragon’s mind? This is a question that had ‘plagued’ me for a long long time and that I’ll try to explain my view here. Take note that this is not the only way to make a ‘dragon creature’, but my own view, of what those beasts are made of and what made me fall in love with them as characters:

"What is better – to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"―Paarthurnax

Its true, I have loved dragons since childhood, but the topic was never taken much serious before I read the Inheritance cycle by Paolini which features very interesting dragons... but this wasn't enough.

Perhaps, the final things that turned my attention back to them and made me interested in working with them on a psychological level was this quote from Paarthurnax, an elder dragon from Skyrim. He could be called a ‘good natured character’ for his role in the game, but as the quote illustrate, one who wasn't born ‘good’ but worked a lot to change his own nature.

For some reason this quote captured me back in 2011 as I first went through the game, it resonates deeply with how I view certain things and themes for my characters. Its no secret that I do take Skyrim as a huge inspiration for my stuff.

Now back to my dragons, and what I want them to be:

First and foremost, dragons are ‘mythological’ creatures in my verse, they are the stuff of legends... and they are extremely cunning and intelligent, while at the same time they are still definitely beastly... so it involves two of my favorite themes to work with:

1: Mythology is real and right in front of you! you live in mythological times... how does one deal with that? How does one deal with a huge overpowering beast such as a dragon?

Is it possible to peer into their minds and relate to them? Or are them so indifferent that it is not possible to even draw their attention? Humans might be mere livestock for them... and yet, and still, covenants between dragon and man have been made, so this might not be entirely true, at least for some of them.

2: God is not human. “God” is a pair of winged deities. Dragons are god-sent creatures and as much as its easy to humanize them for being able of ‘human speech’, they’re not human... they’re something else. One thing that really bothers me when reading fantasy novels is when a ‘dragon’ or ‘monster’ character takes human form and completely loses its beastly attributes. And I’m not talking about physical bodies, but the mindset. Or even when they keep their beastly forms, their minds are exactly what you would, expect of a regular person.

I want to see the animal instincts seeping in, the power of such creature and how it affects its mindset and values. Few novels have managed to do it properly, in my opinion of what I expect of a dragon... they are either pure animals or pure humans.... they are either seemingly unaware of their size and teeth and claws, etc.. I don’t mean they are ‘wrong or bad dragons’, just not how I envision them and wish to work with them.

The thing that intrigues me is what should the mind of a creature such as a dragon look like? How would their sheer size, immortality and power affect their thinking? Unfortunately we have never had contact a non-human species capable of comparable intellect, speech patterns and understanding (even thought I do value immensely the intellect of non-human animals such as dolphins, parrots, corvids, monkeys, etc.. and take them as examples of how non-humans could communicate and behave). I do imagine what would happen when we could truly communicate with a different creature of such magnitude.

If I manage to work properly my dragons the way I envision them, they should feel inherently inhuman, and at the same time, like the gods of ancient times themselves, they should be able to eventually take an interest in what goes behind a mortal’s mind and meddle in day to day life in their own way... they have their own set of values that sets them apart from humans, but they can try to understand us if they wish to, just as we can try and look past the species barrier and... they are capable of love..

..and hatred, just like us...

I like to take the ancient polytheistic gods of different cultures as examples for this case, as weird as it looks... they are inhuman creatures and sometimes can take an interest in ourselves, to the point of extremes, sometimes... why did the gods, in all their power and glory, care historically for us, taught humans many important things that enabled the development of civilization and even loved humans, physically and metaphorically, in various stories? ...

One nice example is...

Prometheus who defies the gods by stealing fire and giving it to humanity, an act that enabled progress and civilization. Prometheus is known for his intelligence and as a champion of mankind.

So, it is possible for said creatures not only take an interest in mankind, but even take their side and challenge their own brethren, being grievously punished in the end...it is possible, for a dragon, and everlasting beast to feel these things? Can the softness and ephemeral nature of the humans permeate their armored bodies? Can a dragon ‘sacrifice themselves’ for a human?

Going back to dragons and avis:

Its important to remember, that in-lore, unlike humans whom are considered a ‘mongrel’ race and have evolve for its own end, dragons and avis are creatures with a purpose that reflects their own sire deity:

Dragons are ‘conservation’, stasis, order. Dragons are prideful and they are most happy when meditating, alone and quiet in their safe havens.. dreaming a dream with no end. However, their creation and nature prevents them from achieving that: dragons have a strong, indomitable will to dominate, their nature is ‘attached’ to the world, they were meant to keep order. The dominating nature of dragons, perhaps steers from their immeasurable hunger, as since being struck down by the gods and bind to Aidera, they struggle with a huge need of eating to maintain their immense bodies... however, unlike the avians, they do not have a hunting drive and prefer to use humans as a mean of attaining food from them and receiving livestock sacrifices as nourishment.

Dragons were struck down from the astral planes were they dwelt, and became living creatures, even thought their bodies and aether qualities work in different ways. The elder dragons that have fallen back then have each been given an aspect or ‘element’ to reign upon and keep order...

They also feel the need to dominate, in order to have peace of soul and mind, they dislike conflicts, for the most part, and only would use force and violence when provoked (or not properly taken care of)...

Avis are ‘destruction’, disorder, chaos. Avis are most happy when flying on the high winds, they care little for the problems of mankind and they don’t depend on them. They are the definition of a ‘free spirit’.

Avis have a strong hunting drive. Avis are a different case and perhaps their mindset is even more difficult to peer into.. they are extremely detached creatures, they do not ‘care’ for the world bellow... they have an inherent "inability to connect" and they simply soar higher and higher, and if it wasn't from their physical needs they might as well fly to end of days.

However, eventually they needed to focus as the dragons began purging them out of their lands on Aralath. Avis were given the ‘phoenix’ power as a mean to counter attack the dragons, but as proven by history, this caused their undoing.

The red phoenix is the symbol of destruction and harbinger of chaos, as it represents the ultimate will of the avis to transcend and ‘burn’, to ascend to higher and higher and it symbolizes their vengeance too, it proves that even the detached avis can take things personally, and its and example of the overcoming of nature once again.

However, the red phoenix is a very egoistical thing in nature. Its the honed avis essence to the extreme, and not necessarily a good or bad thing, but certainly an aspect of nature that things must be destroyed in order for new things to be able to sprout and new life be created... in this regard, obviously the blue and purple phoenix are achievements of the lineage of avians who managed to dilute a bit and control this essence of destruction, achieving new heights... who knows how far can the avians go, with the allied essence of the avis with the humans?

Still, the red phoenix is the integral part that must be dealt with by Aquila in the story and again the theme of ‘overcome one’s own nature’ is worked here, hopefully to an interesting ending...

However here is the overcoming of the nature. Can an avis control their blood-lust and prey drive? Can a dragon control their pride and insatiable hunger? Its clear, looking at avian society, especially Aerynith from the floating isles, that they have a strong escapist tendency, they easily overlook and ignore the struggles going bellow their homes, they delight in their own safe havens and their hunting skills. Even the tribes have escapist tendencies, dwelling in their never ending dreams. The draconian society, or what is left of it has a certain imperialist mindset... draconians tend to be self centered and righteous people.. they feel like the world should belong to them...

The avis are all gone, and their time past.. the dragons are but a shadow of their former selves.. however their inheritors will carry their wills and dreams. Will the children of the winged beasts of old be able to turn their destinies, and look past their differences, when times of strife comes? Will the children of the winged gods accept their fates, as pieces of their eternal game... or will they rebel and take control of their own destinies?

The questions I wanted to propose with this text are...

What really lurks behind the slitted pupil of a dragon?

How does the descendant of those creatures relate to them? Does being half a dragon or avis leads one away from each other and from humanity or are these different beings ever able to re-conciliate?

Hopefully we’ll be able to see as the story develops..

#lore #avis #dragons #avians #draconians #fantasy #omg #its been so long

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