Dark's History: The Story
Dark's History Part 2, The actual tale of who he is and how he became the way he is.
"so you have come to hear my story, to see where I came from, I am impressed. So where should I start, from the Egg or somewhere a bit closer to now?" ~He paused for a long moment, then leaned back, with a wave of his claw a chalice of whatever drink you prefer forms on the table beside you.~ "I suppose a closer time to now would be fine, my history is vast but the changes you see before you are all a development of the past century or two, that is the more interesting aspect of my life so I think we will explore that for now."
~Lifting a chalice off his desk himself, he took a drink, setting it back down he slowly began to speak. ~ "About two hundred years ago, I was a resident on an Island, it was cloaked and shielded from mortals like yourself, located within what you call the Bermuda Triangle. I was a King still at the time, I spent most of my days on the island with friends and other creatures your kind thinks doesn't exist, Lycans, Vampires, Mages other creatures of nightmares. We all managed, with some difficulty, to live side by side there we were all happy, then I met her..." ~His voice trails off and a growls emits from his throat as he thinks back about it.~
"I will not utter her name once again, but needless to say at the time I fell in love and thought I had found a dragoness worthy of my courting, I would find in time though that she was just a spoiled rotten titty baby who would cry to the head her family every time I farted in the wrong direction or way. After a year of marriage we had an issue, she had assumed I was cheating on her or wanted someone else, many thing happened, and in the end I ended up being Cursed. From that point I do not remember much, sometime after the curse was put in place, I awoke in a strange place somewhere in Scotland with no idea who I was or how I got there."
"Soon I found myself wandering, I felt a pull towards some place, and some strange force guided me to a holy place among Dragon kind, the Dragon graveyard. When a Dragon reaches a certain age, usually around forty five hundred years of age, they suddenly feel this pull to this place, they usually go in one of two ways, One they either consume as much of their hoard as they can stomach and wander there to die. Two they just go without their hoard and just find a place to die, this process is known as Twilight, that time had arrived for me finally, and without knowing I had answered its call."
~He took another drink, looking to your eyes watching you to see your reaction~ "It was roughly one century ago that I reached the edge of that holy place, the stench of recently dead and decomposing dragons filled the air, I continued to walk for me what seemed like a few hours, not finding a suitable spot to call my own, till I ran across a still living dragon who seemed to be waiting his time. I settled down to chat with the Red Great Wyrm, he seemed eager to chat at first, his age made him pause for rest every so often, or so I thought, in actuality he was already dead and a pile of dust by the time I had arrived."
"I had sat there for what seemed a few days to me, was actually years, nearly half a century I spent chatting with a mound of dirt, but to me he was still there and alive, till the day he died, I snapped, something within my mind broke, this is the curse of those that manage to survive Twilight and not pass in that god forsaken place. We go crazy, I mourned the passing of my new friend but once I came back to current reality I realized I was in the dead center of the graveyard, I ran and fought screaming and scratching to get away, it took me years to reach the edge again and many battles with the spirits and beasts that inhabit that place to make it out alive. I was never the same."
"The years of being knee deep in dead and rotting Dragons, in the filth that litters that place tainted my once white scales to this charcoal gray you see now, my body is forever marked with the scent of death and decay, and I have little or no memory of the Dragon I was before when I had family and loved ones that called me Sire, King.. Tiger Storm.. No now I am a shell of that once noble Dragon, I address myself as Dark Storm now, and I have walked away from my bloodline, the Throne of my family castle, the seat that my Father sat in, and his Father before him, I turned away from it all."
~He stood walking over to the fire, his claws moved to a log, lifting it to toss on to the fire, his neck craned around so his snout was looking at you squarely~ "So now you have the story or most of it as to how I came to be here and who I am, maybe some time later, if you're brave enough over pillow talk I might tell you my entire history." ~His forked tongue snaked out to run around the edge of his muzzle, his stake knife like teeth had an eerie glow on them from the fire as he gave you a look, then suddenly you find yourself standing back at the base of the front stairs, the rumbling laughter emitting from the castle as the large front doors slam and the wind from it blows back past you as the laughter dies~