Askeladd
Star
- Joined
- Apr 26, 2011
The world seemed so strange, no maybe it wasn't the world maybe it was fate that seemed so strange or cruel it would depend on the perspective on which one looked at it from. One being did not find the world to be a particularly nice place for his time had been limited to bad experiences so far, wherever he went bad things just seemed to follow. This world would never accept him he thought as he walked down the street with an intense glare in his eyes, of all the things that could have happened this was one of the most insulting. He had been placed in the female knights division, he was a better warrior than most of them and yet he was given to the smallest of the divisions that got hardly any respect. The female knights were known as trophy knights, the kind you would put in the very back so they didn't have to fight, some were allowed to but there was no guarantee that they would ever see even a hint of combat. Those that were any good at combat usually didn't stay a knight they would get promoted to a noble status and no longer have to fight, he would never have to worry about such a thing happening as he was less than even the female knights in the eyes of these humans. He could their stares boring into him from every direction as he walked towards the female barracks, everyone of them looked at him with disgust or hatred radiating from their bodies it was sickening to be around. His yellow eyes seemed to radiate the same thing back at them as a defense, he did not wish to be bothered he just wanted to go on his way, at least his luck was holding for that he thought as he made his way through the crowds easily.
Now as to who this was well everyone within the city of arthen had heard of him, the little pet wolf demon of the aging battle master, a man renowned for his prowess on the battlefield when he was younger only to turn soft they said with age. The thing he picked up on the way from war had a name or so they said and the name was Lucas Daemon though the daemon part was added by those who still considered him a monster like the very demons that had ransacked a city to the north. War had been declared and he told his would be father that he was going to fight for the humans, they despised him but he had seen the good in some like his adopted father who raised him like a real son almost like he was human. He was given nothing when he signed up, no armor no sword nothing as they said a monster can just use what it had. If his father had not given him a chest plate and his personal sword he would have nothing to go to battle with, now he wore it with pride but those around him saw no warrior they saw an animal at best. Lucas could care less as he had become indifferent to the stares and feelings around him, maybe it made him less human as his father liked to say but if he allowed those feelings in they would just crush him. Now he broke away from the crowds as he turned the corner and then entered the training area for the female knights who were said to be training right now. He did not want to be here but he had signed up and now he had no choice, he should have known better than to think that they would allow him in the front lines but he had hoped for a moment he could be of some use rather than a dead weight or monster to everyone around him.
War had been called but a few days ago as the demons had overrun a major city to the north, it was chaos they said as there had been no warning just an army attacking the midst of the night. Within hours the city was devoid of human life, then instead of occupying the city or leaving it they burned it to the ground every last bit so no one else could use it and then they left. The garrisons and other soldiers around the countryside were holding them back with hit and run tactics but the army was far too large to be stopped by a handful of raiders and everyone knew they would reach here eventually. Scouts had been seen wrapped in the blackness of night they slipped into the city searching for weaknesses, Lucas himself had seen one a night ago but it had not attacked him it merely stared at him before disappearing into the shadows from whence it came. He wondered what this meant as the shadowy scouts often tried to kill those that saw them but that shadow had stared at him like he was an ally, Lucas suddenly shook his lupine head dispersing the very thought from his mind.
Now as to who this was well everyone within the city of arthen had heard of him, the little pet wolf demon of the aging battle master, a man renowned for his prowess on the battlefield when he was younger only to turn soft they said with age. The thing he picked up on the way from war had a name or so they said and the name was Lucas Daemon though the daemon part was added by those who still considered him a monster like the very demons that had ransacked a city to the north. War had been declared and he told his would be father that he was going to fight for the humans, they despised him but he had seen the good in some like his adopted father who raised him like a real son almost like he was human. He was given nothing when he signed up, no armor no sword nothing as they said a monster can just use what it had. If his father had not given him a chest plate and his personal sword he would have nothing to go to battle with, now he wore it with pride but those around him saw no warrior they saw an animal at best. Lucas could care less as he had become indifferent to the stares and feelings around him, maybe it made him less human as his father liked to say but if he allowed those feelings in they would just crush him. Now he broke away from the crowds as he turned the corner and then entered the training area for the female knights who were said to be training right now. He did not want to be here but he had signed up and now he had no choice, he should have known better than to think that they would allow him in the front lines but he had hoped for a moment he could be of some use rather than a dead weight or monster to everyone around him.
War had been called but a few days ago as the demons had overrun a major city to the north, it was chaos they said as there had been no warning just an army attacking the midst of the night. Within hours the city was devoid of human life, then instead of occupying the city or leaving it they burned it to the ground every last bit so no one else could use it and then they left. The garrisons and other soldiers around the countryside were holding them back with hit and run tactics but the army was far too large to be stopped by a handful of raiders and everyone knew they would reach here eventually. Scouts had been seen wrapped in the blackness of night they slipped into the city searching for weaknesses, Lucas himself had seen one a night ago but it had not attacked him it merely stared at him before disappearing into the shadows from whence it came. He wondered what this meant as the shadowy scouts often tried to kill those that saw them but that shadow had stared at him like he was an ally, Lucas suddenly shook his lupine head dispersing the very thought from his mind.