Dark Forest is a forbidden place. It is said that the forest is populated. Foggy, abandoned, without a single human there. Far inside of the forest, a big, superior castle was built. It's huge, dominated with black. Crows kinks all over the castle, which no one know.
"Raven!" A loud, husky voice came from inside of the castle. Arthus, sitting on his rotten, rusty throne, lets another scream before anyone even react to the last one. Until finally, the one he called appeared from the thin air in front of him
A young man, standing in front of Arthus. His hair is pitch black, contrast with his silver eyes. . Wearing a thick black coat, Raven sighed. "Yes, Father..."
They look like human, but they are not. Raven and Arthur are Zwayrac. A hibryd race, a fusion between Orcs and Dragons. They look like human, except they have a pair of black wings and sharp horns. Nobody knows about them, Raven never leave the forest since he's a little kid. And now...
"When will you search for your breeders!?" Arthur let out another scream, as he stand from his throne and stare into his son with his glowing silver eyes. "Extinction is coming, Raven. And YOU... are the prince of Zwayrac. YOU are the only one given the potential to inscrease our population. How long had it been? How long are you going to make me wait?"
Raven shook his head, confused. He never really think about breeding. Now that he remembers, it's true...he never see a single of their kind except his father since he's born.
"Don't worry, father..." Raven swallowed, forming his hands into fists as he raise his wings, start moving them, causing thick dust on the floor to scatter. "I will find her, someone that's capable of holding my seeds. The mother breeder of our kind."
As soon as Raven see Arthus nod, he flapped his wings, fly passing a broken window of the castle, going outside to seek for a perfect mating creature.
"Raven!" A loud, husky voice came from inside of the castle. Arthus, sitting on his rotten, rusty throne, lets another scream before anyone even react to the last one. Until finally, the one he called appeared from the thin air in front of him
A young man, standing in front of Arthus. His hair is pitch black, contrast with his silver eyes. . Wearing a thick black coat, Raven sighed. "Yes, Father..."
They look like human, but they are not. Raven and Arthur are Zwayrac. A hibryd race, a fusion between Orcs and Dragons. They look like human, except they have a pair of black wings and sharp horns. Nobody knows about them, Raven never leave the forest since he's a little kid. And now...
"When will you search for your breeders!?" Arthur let out another scream, as he stand from his throne and stare into his son with his glowing silver eyes. "Extinction is coming, Raven. And YOU... are the prince of Zwayrac. YOU are the only one given the potential to inscrease our population. How long had it been? How long are you going to make me wait?"
Raven shook his head, confused. He never really think about breeding. Now that he remembers, it's true...he never see a single of their kind except his father since he's born.
"Don't worry, father..." Raven swallowed, forming his hands into fists as he raise his wings, start moving them, causing thick dust on the floor to scatter. "I will find her, someone that's capable of holding my seeds. The mother breeder of our kind."
As soon as Raven see Arthus nod, he flapped his wings, fly passing a broken window of the castle, going outside to seek for a perfect mating creature.