Wings of revenge flutter up in the heavens,
And will outlive.


I'm Alive - Disturbed







Intro:
It's friggin' freezing.
Some how you've wound up near one of the peaks of terror mountain, at night. You knew your way back, but the part of your brain that controls memories must have gotten frostbite. Typical.
Kneeling down in the snow, you've been trying to light a fire for about an hour now. The snow's too damp, and no matter how much wood or stone you use, it just won't ignite. It's getting colder, and a lot more dangerous.
As you try to warm your hands with your breath, a very inviting sound meets your ears. The sound of crackling. Of Fire.
You quickly get up off your feet and sprint in the direction of the sound. Hey, you're that desperate, who cares. You take quite a few trips and tumbles, but the area slowly grows lighter, the sound louder.
Finally you take one last tumble. You've just gotten so tired, exhausted yourself.
You lift the front of your body, put weight on your arms, and look forward. There's a warmth. Either dead, or so close...
Your too tired to gasp, and really, it doesn't seem as disturbing as half the creatures you've seen. By the large fire in front of you sits a rather grungy looking zafara, covered in shades of grays. The only colour that seems to be on him are the pads of his feet.
However...
Your eyes see a certain different flash of colour, although it is dark... And rather startling. Blood is splattered over his face, mainly below his nose, around his mouth. It also seeps down his neck, getting on just a bit of his upper chest.
You gulp, shivering. E...Excuse me... You whimper, I... I can... Just leave if you want...
He seems to glare at you, and you spot a frown beneath the blood. Your eyes wonder again, noticing wood. Wooden spikes, leather straps hanging down from them. All of them are doused in blood, just are the blades they are attached too, near mirroring the bloody pattern on his back where they pierce.
You quickly stagger to your feet, I... I won't... Say a thing to a soul...
You can't pin point exactly what's making you act so irrationally. You're ready to flee, waiting for him to bark an answer.
Waiting there is useless. A voice says.
You quickly turn to look. This time your mouth does drop open. You don't know how you missed it.
A large, very very large, Dragon lays on it's stomach behind the Zafara, part crimson part cream, and all frightening. It's voice is creaky, scratchy. Maybe that's the most surprising thing. Usually things like that have the purest of voices... One would almost think it was an old hag's voice.
O... Okay, what do you... Mean? You ask.
The Dragon snorts, Stop acting pathetically. She orders, He is mute. I talk for him. Sit, now, Human. You'll only be a popsicle if you run away.
You nod your head and sit down, while the zafara closes his eyes, breathing peacefully while leaning on the dragon.
Are you that curious? Surely he's not something rare these days. The dragon commented, Well regardless. Conversation will take your mind off the cold.







Stats:

Cahiim
General Information
Alias : Cahiim
Name : Caim
Nicknames Given : None Yet...
Age : 27
Gender : Male
Species : Zafara
Mother : Slain
Father : Slain
Siblings : Furiae
Crush : Could they put up with Angelus?
Petpet : None (Yet)
Class : Wonderer, Ex-Prince, Mercenary (Ocassional), Swordsman
Alliance : You tell him
Clan : Loner
Residence : The Battlefields or Skies
Appearance
If Caim would clean himself up, he'd be very attractive...
Fur : Sleek
Eye colour : Teal
Nose colour : Purple
Main Pelt Colour : Dark Gray
Secondary Colour : ... Darker Gray
Markings : See Ref. Seriously.
Accessories : Black bands around wrists, red thread around fingers on left hand, multiple skewers from back. Pact Marking on tongue.
Personality


Angelus







Likes&Dislikes:
Likes Dislikes
Bloodsoaked Battles
The Empire
Sweet Revenge
Dependant Weaklings
Weapons
Power Abusers
Pork Ribs
Commands
Angelus/Red Dragon
Most other Dragons








Story:







Family:

Furiae
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Roommates:
(Coding needed fixing heeere)

Kizuna. We don't see him often, he's more of a city goer, you see. Paths rarely cross because of that. Kizuna has his own goals, it would seem, own thing that he is apart of. It does not involve us what so every, so we do not pry. Alot of people seem to put their faith in him, something about him they assume makes him trust worthy or friendly. He is battle ready, good with a sword, but lacks the type of blood lust Caim has. An interesting fellow...

Imma's character is one I've barely seen in all of my years. She's no damsel in distress but she's not invincible. Imma is no pushover, so don't try to take advantage of her. Some authority she holds, a member of the police. Keeping the peace, trying to make sanity stay. It sounds like she's had a number of things happen, but does not whine or bring it up often. Certainly something. A rarity.

Hmha... Urick, the back story we have with this one... Maybe you should ask him more about it than what I will explain to you?







Friends:







Enemies:







Aquantiences:







Love:
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

You can tell Angelus is trying her hardest not to laugh at the subject, Love? She asks, clenching her teeth and snickering, Come now. Don't be idiotic. Just looking at Caim you should know that nothing can be listed her.
That's.. A bit cruel, isn't it, Angelus...? you ask, raising and eyebrow and twisting your mouth.
She starts laughing again. Caim opened his eyes, looking up with a bit of a sulking look.
I don't think that any woman would have the bravery to approach Caim, let alone when we're basically inseparable. Not even a man would. No-one's dared step in the way of our pact.
... You fall silent, looking at Caim, who seems to acknowledge it all as the truth.
...Pact?







Pacts:







Angelus:







The Lost Kingdom:







Seals:







Carnage:
You ask me if I show remorse for the things I have done,
How can I have remorse, when I don't have a conscience?







Living:







The Future Holds:







Farewells:







Link:







Escapes:







Adoptables:







Adopted:
Flower Power :D







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