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EVANESCENCE - BEFORE THE DAWN
Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you
I want nothing more than to see you there
And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away,
We'll be lost before the dawn...
If only night could hold you where I can see you, my love
Then let me never ever wake again
And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn...
Somehow I know that we can't wake again from this dream
It's not real, but it's ours
Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn...
Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn...
Sky and I have had our share of interesting moments... and I'll try my hardest to keep her safe from the many evils that haunt her. We sort of drifted away from eachother for a little while, but now she's back in my life.. and I am so greatful. I look forward to future special moments with Sky...
Striider gazed at you with his brown eyes, raising a brow at the suggestion of hearing of his life story. "It's long," he said, his elven tones ringing through the night air. "but if you insist." He smiled slightly, while reclining his body to a comfortable sitting position.
The sun shone brightly on the day I was born, which was a great celebration, for it was tradition for the king and queen of the Treshin tribe to have a special ritual in the sun upon the birth of the heir of the throne. I guess, technically, I am a king. A king of the Treshin race.
There is not much of a kingdom left now, though, and only two Treshin's left. My sister Suniitah, and I. How did this come to be? Well... I guess I'm going to have to tell you that, won't I?
The Treshin race is a race of Elven Sun Worshippers. Yes, I know what you're thinking... how could I, one who is cursed to darkness, be a "sun worshipper"?" The broad canine inhaled deeply, stretched out his limbs and then relaxed to a laying position while exhaling in a long sigh, "The creatures of the Treshin race all had basic abilities that were granted to us by the Gods of the Sun. These abilities included that to be able to heal non-fatal injuries and to self-create heat. Though these abilities weren't as extravegant as the many magical powers that one may see in creatures of today, these abilities were rare and very valued in the north, war torn regions of the planet. For the first seven years of my life I was raised and trained in preparation to become king. My father taught me all he knew about the sun and the Treshin religion, and my mother--how beautiful I remember her--taught me right from wrong. When I was seven years old my mother became pregnant. It was also that year of my life that our kingdom was under attack by a power-thirsty demon named, oh so cliche, Devil. Under the orders of my father, my mother left the kingdom to seek a safer place to give birth. My mother wanted to take me with her, but I--being young and not knowing any better--refused to go, and wanted to stay in the kingdom with my father. I'll never forget the look in my Mother's eyes as she left the kingdom without me... and I didn't know it would be the case then, but that was the last time I ever saw her alive.
-insert picture to be drawn here of mother leaving-
It was a cloudy day, that had dragged on to a clouded, stormy night, the night the last of our defenses were destroyed--and all that was left of the Treshin's were my father, my mother, me, and an unborn pup. I was young, and oblivious to the severity of everything that was occuring in the kingdom, so when Devil came to our den to attack my father--I was clueless until it was too late. I remember just how scared I was when that giant beast came into the den. His presence sent fear striking down my spine, and his blood red eyes caused shivers to run through my small, frail body. Freightened to death I hid behind my father, who like the brave canine he was, stood tall despite the presense of the monsterous flamed beast. The beast didn't even flinch as my father yelled Elvish enchantments towards him... nor did the beast move an inch and my Father's body fell to the cave floor--dead. I vividly remember him laying there, body stiff and lifeless. My small, whelp, body quivered as I cried, sitting staring at my Father's lifeless body.
Everything went black.
Striider's spotted tail whisped around in the air for a few moments before resting again at his side. "When I had opened my eyes, I was in a new place. A very cold cave far from home. The mouth of the cave was ungaurded, I was free to leave--or so I thought. Frantically, with the only thought in my mind to find my mother, I ran out of the cave, into the sunlight... only to stop dead in my tracks the first millisecond which the sunrays had touched me. My head felt as though it was going to explode. It throbbed with pain, voices, screams, and cries filled my head. Confused, and in pain, I rushed back into the shade of the cave and the pain ceased. It was only after I had re-entered the darkness of the cave did I even take a look at my paws. Instead of their normal green coloring, they were dark. It was soon after this discovery did I hear voices string from the back end of the cave. One voice I distinctly can describe as Devil's--for his voice haunted my nightmares for many nights. The other voice I can only assume was of one of his clueless minions. I heard them talking of how I was cursed and no longer of use to them... but the part of their conversation that really effected me was when they talked about finding my mother and killing her. It was then that I ran out of the cave, through the sunlight--though the pain tore at the inside of my skull, and then into the shadows of the forest where the pain ceased, and I ran in hopes of finding my mother.
Large coal pigmented skull rested down upon his massive brown paws as elven tones continued to enter into the crisp night air, "I knew I had to go find my mother, before Devil did, and inform her of everything that I knew--the problem was, was that I didn't know where she was. I just kept running as fast as I could to get as far away from Devil as possible. I ran until I had come to a river in the middle of the forest. In great fatigue I jumped at the opportunity to refresh myself, only to find my reflection in the water to have changed. I didn't look elven at all--I was of shadow coloring, with big long brown bangs-- much like how I look now, just without the spots. I suppose the sight of my new appearence was the trigger to make me really recollect all that had happened then, I began to cry. Not much use, tears, but they sure help vent out pain and anger. I had been crying so long that I didn't even realize when a skunk lupe had approached me from behind. He was twelve years old, and much too mature for his age--but thinking back now, I'm greatful for that factor. His name, he told me, was Sacrafiice. Being as vulnurable as I was at the time, I down right told Sacrafiice my story, and to my surprise he believed everything and was willing to help me out." A slight smile formed across the muzzle of the resting canine, "We searched at night, and rested during the day. I found that though I was unable to travel in the sunlight without experiencing searing pain, I could travel in the shadows and see just as well as normal eyes can see in the day. I don't know what made Sacrafiice care so much that he helped me, but I'm glad he did. We searched one night until sunrise, and we ended up getting caught in the sunlight. It was in this moment of searing pain that I heard the most familiar cries in my skull. It sounded like that of my mother. Sacrafiice couldn't hear it, it was only in my head. Instinctively I ran into the shade of the forest, which stopped the pain and voices in my head, and I ran.. just allowing my feet and instinct to bring me to my destination. I stopped, reaching a bloody scene of the dead carcass of my mother sprawled out upon the forest ground. My heart sank, I was too late-- and now I was an orphan. I remember sitting down, in too much shock to cry.. when through the darkness I saw two beady blood red eyes staring at me, peering closer I saw the eyes belonged to a black gruslen who was sitting in front of what appeared to be a pink fluffy blur. Sacrafiice had noticed as well, but he wasn't sure of what it was--since she couldn't see through the darkness as I could. The pink blur which the gruslen was sitting in front of began to move, it was then I realized that the pink fluffball was a small pink lupess. A prematurally born pup--Suniitah--my sister, who looked so breathtakingly like my mother."
Striider yawned, lifting his head up off of his paws, and gazing into your eyes, "Now to skip many years and unimportant mentions.. I raised Suniitah along side of Sacrafiice, who we've both adopted into our lives as our brother. Devil is still a beast that tends to linger in and out of our lives... and claims to have some 'good' part of him, which he calls Frost. My siblings believe in this "Frost" being, but I can see past his false lies. That black gruslen that I had found that day with Suniitah is now my best friend-- Shadow.." Stretching his body off of the cold earth, Striider yawned once more and gave you a side glance, "Why don't you ask somebody else about their life story.. because that's all I'm telling of mine tonight.
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