Mahkeil
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Mahkeil
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It was cold, colder than Tajki could have ever expected. When he left home on his rebellious streak, well... he didn't expect to go this far. It was anger and hatred for home that drove him so far into the icy wilderness. But he was stubborn, a stubborn young man who was going to get himself killed some time. Only eighteen and he had power, yet refused to stay away from danger. This forbidden icy portion of the land being one of those dangers. He walked slowly through the snow, head down and arms crossed. He was cold, shivering, but he wouldn't admit it even to himself.
His gaze lifted as he came close to the cliff edge, looking down the rocky and very straight drop. He wasn't dumb enough to try. But he stood there for a moment, that close, looking below. It was quiet except for the bitter wind that rushed past him, threatening to throw him over that edge any time now. The howling noise drowned out anything else potentially around him. Not that he was particular alert himself. For a trained fighter, his attention span lacked, and he didn't pay nearly enough attention to his surroundings. There was something beautiful about the abandoned white landscape in front of him. He was sad that it was so cold, or else he would happily visit often. It could be nice and relaxing except for the frost forming in his hair. Being out here wasn't too smart of an idea, and he wasn't sure he would do so again.
"Well papa, I did it. Exactly what you said not to. And here I am, alive." He spoke to himself in the most proud voice. He took pride in doing what he was told not to. Thus the fact that he was normally accompanied by a fairly large hired guard. Who had just happened to fall asleep at a good time for Tajki to make his escape. And it was almost a pure success in his mind. Until the point where he finally heard quite the loud grunt from somewhere behind him. The young man turned around quickly, gaze darting between the sparse trees and boulders in the area. It could have been anything, anywhere. Even possibly in the area below. The echoes in this place...
Something moved, a tree swayed. It must be the wind... It must have been. He looked back behind him, just long enough for something whatever it was, to get just that much closer. He turned his face again, finding himself nearly nose to nose to the largest creature he had ever seen in his life. Big, blue as ice, and gigantic. All he could think of were ways to describe the blue creature as being large. His own green eyes wide, Tajki took a step back. So he hadn't been imagining things... and he spoke to soon. He was sure to be lunch. Or was it dinner time now?
The large winged creature gave a huff, then sniffed at the tall and skinny little boy. Little to him anyways. Tajki stared in fear. Honest fear. Real fear of real danger. "H-hey. You know... I uh... I don't really taste good." He tried to assure the creature. It didn't seem to satisfy him, as the creature bent its neck and set its nose uncomfortable close to Tajki, then nudged him. The young man stumbled with a startled noise. An almost squeak. He stepped back and nearly lost his balance, but the creature lifted a clawed foot and held him back. Pulling him closer and away from the edge. Tajki looked up, staring. "What are you?" He whispered, confused.
In a moment of courage, Tajki lifted his hand to the creature. If it was going to eat him, it would. There was nothing to lose in some bravery. The dragon creature laid its head against Tajki's hand, and for a moment both were still. Wouldn't this be something to show his papa? He could show up as a beast tamer even! His mind searched everything he could think would come of this seemingly gentle creature. But something felt different. He looked up, eyes on the creature's. There was something about it, something that felt weird.
"You're somethin' special, aren't you?" Tajki said quietly. "Are you lonely too?" He asked, staring straight into his eyes.
Mahkeil
G E N D E R;;
Male
S T O R Y;;
It was cold, colder than Tajki could have ever expected. When he left home on his rebellious streak, well... he didn't expect to go this far. It was anger and hatred for home that drove him so far into the icy wilderness. But he was stubborn, a stubborn young man who was going to get himself killed some time. Only eighteen and he had power, yet refused to stay away from danger. This forbidden icy portion of the land being one of those dangers. He walked slowly through the snow, head down and arms crossed. He was cold, shivering, but he wouldn't admit it even to himself.
His gaze lifted as he came close to the cliff edge, looking down the rocky and very straight drop. He wasn't dumb enough to try. But he stood there for a moment, that close, looking below. It was quiet except for the bitter wind that rushed past him, threatening to throw him over that edge any time now. The howling noise drowned out anything else potentially around him. Not that he was particular alert himself. For a trained fighter, his attention span lacked, and he didn't pay nearly enough attention to his surroundings. There was something beautiful about the abandoned white landscape in front of him. He was sad that it was so cold, or else he would happily visit often. It could be nice and relaxing except for the frost forming in his hair. Being out here wasn't too smart of an idea, and he wasn't sure he would do so again.
"Well papa, I did it. Exactly what you said not to. And here I am, alive." He spoke to himself in the most proud voice. He took pride in doing what he was told not to. Thus the fact that he was normally accompanied by a fairly large hired guard. Who had just happened to fall asleep at a good time for Tajki to make his escape. And it was almost a pure success in his mind. Until the point where he finally heard quite the loud grunt from somewhere behind him. The young man turned around quickly, gaze darting between the sparse trees and boulders in the area. It could have been anything, anywhere. Even possibly in the area below. The echoes in this place...
Something moved, a tree swayed. It must be the wind... It must have been. He looked back behind him, just long enough for something whatever it was, to get just that much closer. He turned his face again, finding himself nearly nose to nose to the largest creature he had ever seen in his life. Big, blue as ice, and gigantic. All he could think of were ways to describe the blue creature as being large. His own green eyes wide, Tajki took a step back. So he hadn't been imagining things... and he spoke to soon. He was sure to be lunch. Or was it dinner time now?
The large winged creature gave a huff, then sniffed at the tall and skinny little boy. Little to him anyways. Tajki stared in fear. Honest fear. Real fear of real danger. "H-hey. You know... I uh... I don't really taste good." He tried to assure the creature. It didn't seem to satisfy him, as the creature bent its neck and set its nose uncomfortable close to Tajki, then nudged him. The young man stumbled with a startled noise. An almost squeak. He stepped back and nearly lost his balance, but the creature lifted a clawed foot and held him back. Pulling him closer and away from the edge. Tajki looked up, staring. "What are you?" He whispered, confused.
In a moment of courage, Tajki lifted his hand to the creature. If it was going to eat him, it would. There was nothing to lose in some bravery. The dragon creature laid its head against Tajki's hand, and for a moment both were still. Wouldn't this be something to show his papa? He could show up as a beast tamer even! His mind searched everything he could think would come of this seemingly gentle creature. But something felt different. He looked up, eyes on the creature's. There was something about it, something that felt weird.
"You're somethin' special, aren't you?" Tajki said quietly. "Are you lonely too?" He asked, staring straight into his eyes.