/Hello all~ just thought I'd make a journal for Drak, since I find he is very interesting to role-play and I sometimes find it hard to keep up with such things... yeah, hope you enjoy it ^-^'\
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Hello... book. I do not know why I am talking to a book, but I guess I am. Someone told me that I could write down what is on my mind if I do not want to talk. I guess it could help, or this is just proof that I'm not as sane as many.
I am guessing I should introduce myself, as books do not have ears, do they?? No, they are the chopped up, stacked remains of something alive. Something innocent. Why then, I ask, am I writing on the remains of something that has never hurt me? Sure, treants will be aggressive, but whose fault is it if someone gets hurt? It's their forest. Their land. I guess they are, as Demonwing mentioned to me today, Guardians of the Forest. To guard something, you must be prepared to fight for it... right?
Oh, yeah, introductions. I am Drakterra Skylonne. I will not ask you your name, for you are a dead thing. If you did reply, I would probably make a sudden, violent motion of fear, or burn you. Yeah, that sounds fun... Burn an innocent thing when it simply answered a question. Sink as low as the Nightmares within the Darkness, or blight, as I am told it is called.
In fact, I do not know why I call it the Darkness. It is not dark. Anything but dark. There is much light there. Everything glows green there... blinding. Too bright. The Nightmares, the 'aegis', I think, glow also. It seems no one else sees this glow. Is there something wrong with my eyes? With me?
I talked with a drake named Demonwing today. He is very large, but also strong. Apparently he is a warrior, fighting the Darkness and the Nightmares within. I will be a warrior! I will be something, something other than a Nightmare.
Warriors fight, and to fight the Nightmares I must be strong. But... how do I become strong? By killing? Killing what? Grulets, an instructor tells me. But why? Do they attack me? Do they slaughter innocents and burn villages or attack helpless beings, killing on sight? No. They are creatures. Stupid creatures, perhaps, but still beings. ALIVE beings. Creatures with lives. I must ask someone of this...
Also, I met a hatchling today. She seems nice, if not too bright at times. She glows green, too... Does that mean she is a Nightmare? I asked her as she pounced on me. She said no. I don't really think a Nightmare would have answered me, so I let her be. We ended up going to Gnomekindle together. It was nice, if not fun. There were things hidden in tents, treats and the like, as well as a random, scared saris.
Apparently his name is Draustin, unless you count the multiple syllables he put on the 'D', but it would be quite hard to pronounce someone's name accurately if they are called D-D-Draustin. It is odd just thinking of it, but thinking of that leads me to realize how odd talking to a stack of dead things is.
Oh yeah, the hatchling I met today was called Shynarra, I think. She has blue fur, which apparently is odd, considering the looks quite a few of the trainers and elders gave her. She is nice though, and she is teaching me draconic in return for me teaching her to fight! At first she was... scary.
First thing I told her to do was to pick out a week grulet. She did, and tackled it. Was it the first or the second whose head she ripped off? I can't remember. Good thing I am not afraid of blood. Anyways, she somehow ripped one's head off and it got stuck in her mouth! I might have laughed if I wasn't so disturbed and slightly afraid I'd have to pull it out of her mouth.
Luckily, she removed it herself, hitting her head on a rock in the process, though apparently was still alright, which was good, right? She seems innocent enough. Nothing like the Nightmares.
The next time she tried, after watching me end one swiftly and mercifully with my new Silver Strike, she got it almost right. Almost. She got the 'Silver' part right, and the 'Strike', and at first she was great! Then, after her impact, the Silver disappeared, leaving her with her claws stuck in the grulet. She must have hit something vital, thank goodness, for it died swiftly.
Thinking to let her draw her own conclusion on how to end something quickly and mercifully, I showed her an incredibly awesome bite-tackle, ending one so fast it didn't even see me coming! She tried this, but again ripped off it's head.
It is fun to hunt, and it is okay, even exciting, to teach another how to kill, but just as long as I don't think about the innocence I have just ended... then I am alright.
The fourth, she aimed low. I am not even going to describe it. The last one, however, she attempted to copy my demonstration of a tail-whip and ended up on her back.
After that, we sat at the shrine and she told me a few words in draconic. It's not do bad. Now, Oh Stack of Dead Things to whom I am speaking, I must end this talk. Apparently they were right: I did have alot to say that I would never say aloud! It actually wasn't as weird as I thought! This may end up being fun.
G'rei efinarna