Silithus Zerr's Story.
OOCly- I dug this up from lonnngg ago, when I was like, 17. I might continue it. Also, I think I was going for the approach of the reader reading from some sort of memory crystal.
Prologue: The Dream
Sheets of rain beat down upon the soiled landscape, as if the world itself weeped at the devastation. Trees, withered from the Blight, seemed to scream in silent agony as the wind rustled the blackened branchs. The only sound, a howl of a creature in pain.
Blood, rain, beating heart.
Death, blight, wailing night.
Tear my flesh, rip me apart.
Flay my mind, taking flight.
Silithus wailed, gripping his head with both talons. The voice would not quiet no matter how much he tried to stop it. Sensing his despair, it seemed to take on a life of its own.
Zerr cackles madly into the darkness, feeding itself off of the pain of its other half. Through fits of glee, its mad voice gibbered poem's of madness and hatred into Silithus's mind.
Tears of blood dripped from his blue eyes, sparkling emerald with his sickness.
Chapter 1: Begginings.
Authors note: Silithus began as any other Dragon Hatchling begins, his hatching a warm time of safety and happiness. He never knew his original parents however, his egg being adopted by a single male Lunus dragon only known to Silithus as 'Father'. Times being as they are, this was not an uncommon ocurrence. Father, a Lunus elder and hermit, lived in his unassuming lair deep in the snowy wilderness east of Dralk. Precisely where, Silithus cannot recall.
"Silithus." a deep, throaty voice murmured.
Silithus sleepily opened one eye, the fuzzy image of his lazing father rapidly coming into focus.
"Good. You are awake. Go earn your keep, hatchling." With that, Father rested his massive head on the floor of the lair and promptly continued his sleep.
Silithus sighed. Rolling onto his stomach, he picked himself up from the floor, drowsy muscles protesting. His small talons clicked on the rock floor as he headed out of the lair.
Birdsong and the mornings light greeted him, along with the chill mountain air. He spent a moment taking in the beuty of the landscape, lush green forests contrasting the glare of fresh snow. A nearby spring gurgled pleasently with the promise of fresh water, and possible food if the deer were watering. Grinning, Silithus quietly stalked catlike towards the spring, already anticipating the warm tang of fresh blood.
With practiced ease, he approached the edge of the water hole, stopping as he neared the bowl shaped basin. An entire family of deer lapped contentedly, their brown fur coats gleaming with health and the promise of fresh meat. He stared across the small distance, the deer opposite of him seeming unaware of the threat. Tensing his muscles and digging talons into the rich earth beneath the snow, Silithus sprang like a trap. The entire family, startled by the sudden explosion of snow and earth, fled in every direction. With practiced skill, Silithus tore across the slick, wet rock, leaping forward to intercept the largest deer. Crimson dragon and earth-tan deer collided, the sound of bones snapping audible over the pounding of hooves. Finally collapsing under the weight, the massive buck fell to the ground thrashing. The struggle last only until Silithus snapped his jaws into the meat throat, spilling the deers lifeblood. Exulting in the kill and the feel of adrenaline, Silithus puffed out his chest and strode to the waters edge to wash himself. He dipped his snout into the cool, fresh water for a pre-wash drink, then dove in. The pool turned a murkish brown color rapidly as the hatchling thrashed and chirped in enjoyment, cleaning off all the muck and dirt he had been using as camoflauge.
Emerging from the cool depths, Silithus admired the bright gleam of his scales. Head to toe, he examined every inch, preening the areas where scales had come loose or dirt had been wedged. He continued this behavior, until the deep voice of Father roared for food, startling all manner of wildlife into frenzy and collapsing a pine tree's accumulation of snow on Silithus.
"About time. I see you brought something worthwhile this time." Fathers deep voice grated, narrowed eyes glowing like orange fire. Silithus dragged the heavy buck as best he could, its bulk scraping across the floor like sandpaper.
Panting with the effort, Silithus chirped in surprise when Father snapped his head forward, devouring the deer and barely missing the little one with each bone crushing snap. Apparently satisfied, Father muttered something and licked the hatchling.
"Eh. Sorry for frightening you." Father's apology sounded forced, as if he found it difficult. Grinning happily, Silithus accepted the attention.
The days seemed to blend toghether, Fathers only demand being the occasional meal, leaving Silithus to explore and learn. The more dangerous residents of the mountain left the lair's location free of their presence, fearing the wrath of the Elder.
