Haruchai
As you wish.
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2011
- Location
- United States (CST)
The Age of Twilight had passed. It was only ever referred to in that way, the whispers of war having long faded though the consequences still echoed through time. The land of Ithia had been shattered in that time, in that Twilight. The continent had been shattered, but as with all things, life found a way and the people had not been broken. Tiamat had tried, oh had she tried. Her desire to consume, to conquer, had brought her terrible countenance to the people of Ithia, as well as the dragons under her influence. She sought to subjugate all the peoples of the Land, but they rose to fight, and along with them some number of dragons as well. They rose against their Queen, opposing her desire to rule over all. In this Age of Twilight these dragons that opposed Tiamat began to bond with the other races, and the Dragosi were formed.
The Dragosi became the most powerful weapons against Tiamat and their dragon brethren. Tiamat's forces fought for her mostly out of fear, though of course there were some that were loyal. The Dragosi fought in a united front with their ken, and would often rout Tiamat's troops, despite being severely outnumbered. This greatly angered the Dragon Queen and she came to Ithia herself in the form of a great five-headed dragon. On the surface of Ithia she took the name Takhisis, and she began her march to conquer all she could see. Thus the Age of Twilight had truly begun.
Opposed by the Dragosi as the vanguard for the forces on Ithia, Takhisis was forced to retreat after years of fighting. The Dragosi pursued her, and Takhisis was driven from Ithia, having to shed her mortal form. With no other choice left, Tiamat revealed herself in all her power, and still the Dragosi defied her. Calling upon her most powerful of magics, Tiamat resolved herself to her fate, but swore that Ithia would die along with her. Unleashing her power Tiamat perished, vanquishing the Dragosi in the immense blast and sundering Ithia. The land shattered and cracked, forming several smaller continents out of the one.
Though they mourned the loss of the Dragosi, the people of Ithia also celebrated. The Age of Twilight was over, and for the first time in years there was no conflict. Things had changed, but life continued, and over time Ithia healed itself, and the people began to flourish once more.
Nearly a thousand years have passed since the Twilight, and legends live on through the voices of the people. Whispers about the Dragosi, about Tiamat herself. None know what is true or what is false, and though wars have been fought on Ithia since the Age of Twilight, none have compared to that past conflict; squabbles between warring humans, or fighting over jewels and gold with the dwarves, or over forests with the elves. Yet all remember. None wish to return.
Sulqrin Odilon laid with his back on the cool grass, watching the birds overhead. The blades kissed his tanned skin, as many others had through his lifetime, as evidenced by the scars he bore proudly. His long hair had been recently washed in the nearby stream, as had the rest of him, as he had sought to shed the dust from the road. His horse was tied not far away, having been fed and watered.
There was a sigh as he sat partially upright, looking down at his raven-haired lover as she delicately licked his cock. With a slight nod from him, her lips slipped around the swollen head and she sucked, keeping her eyes on him as that thick girth stretched her lips a little as she wrapped them around him so lovingly.
"That always feels so good, Little One." he sighed, voice soft and low as he reached down with a hand to smooth some hair back from her face, that porcelain skin so unlike his own. Flawless and smooth, like the rest of her. His head lolled back as she pulled her mouth from him with a little sucking pop, the tip of her tongue flicking the cumslit on the tip of his cock. She knew just how to get him going.
The Dragosi became the most powerful weapons against Tiamat and their dragon brethren. Tiamat's forces fought for her mostly out of fear, though of course there were some that were loyal. The Dragosi fought in a united front with their ken, and would often rout Tiamat's troops, despite being severely outnumbered. This greatly angered the Dragon Queen and she came to Ithia herself in the form of a great five-headed dragon. On the surface of Ithia she took the name Takhisis, and she began her march to conquer all she could see. Thus the Age of Twilight had truly begun.
Opposed by the Dragosi as the vanguard for the forces on Ithia, Takhisis was forced to retreat after years of fighting. The Dragosi pursued her, and Takhisis was driven from Ithia, having to shed her mortal form. With no other choice left, Tiamat revealed herself in all her power, and still the Dragosi defied her. Calling upon her most powerful of magics, Tiamat resolved herself to her fate, but swore that Ithia would die along with her. Unleashing her power Tiamat perished, vanquishing the Dragosi in the immense blast and sundering Ithia. The land shattered and cracked, forming several smaller continents out of the one.
Though they mourned the loss of the Dragosi, the people of Ithia also celebrated. The Age of Twilight was over, and for the first time in years there was no conflict. Things had changed, but life continued, and over time Ithia healed itself, and the people began to flourish once more.
Nearly a thousand years have passed since the Twilight, and legends live on through the voices of the people. Whispers about the Dragosi, about Tiamat herself. None know what is true or what is false, and though wars have been fought on Ithia since the Age of Twilight, none have compared to that past conflict; squabbles between warring humans, or fighting over jewels and gold with the dwarves, or over forests with the elves. Yet all remember. None wish to return.
There was a sigh as he sat partially upright, looking down at his raven-haired lover as she delicately licked his cock. With a slight nod from him, her lips slipped around the swollen head and she sucked, keeping her eyes on him as that thick girth stretched her lips a little as she wrapped them around him so lovingly.
"That always feels so good, Little One." he sighed, voice soft and low as he reached down with a hand to smooth some hair back from her face, that porcelain skin so unlike his own. Flawless and smooth, like the rest of her. His head lolled back as she pulled her mouth from him with a little sucking pop, the tip of her tongue flicking the cumslit on the tip of his cock. She knew just how to get him going.