The Last of the Legends

Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by Saren, Jun 15, 2013.

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  1. She slammed her fist into the table, frustrated at herself. She'd spent over a year living in this god-forsaken city. She hated it here. It was too crowded; too many people she had to hide her real self from. It angered her.
    She could have smashed the table if she wanted to, but that would cause problems. She wasn't even at full strength either. If she was, she would have flown away from this city as far as she could, never to return.
    But that wasn't going to happen. Not anytime soon, at least. Sarra had to find the people who kept the curse running, so she could kill them and end it. She had been searching for a long time, and even in that time, she had never come across another cursed dragon.

    She began to feel like the only one. Maybe she was. Sarra had never been in contact with anyone else, and the curse prevented prolonged periods of transformation. She despised not being a true dragon, but this form was necessary to scout out anyone. However, she trusted no one enough to tell them about her plight.


    Sarra fell back into her couch with a frustrated groan, her silvery-white hair splaying on the arm. Her hair was a sign of her dragon heritage, though she told people she dyed it if they asked her. Anyone of her own kind would know that her features were completely natural. Her eyes, a light golden-brown, had a similar form to those of reptiles, and her face was sharp. She wasn't abnormally tall, but she still had height. She wasn't skinny by the human's standards, but she also wasn't what they considered fat. If she let herself go in any way, it reflected poorly on her dragon form.

    These humans couldn't tell that she was a dragon, but she wanted someone to know. And that was why she wanted so desperately for one of her own kind to show themselves. Not that she blamed them for hiding. It was the only way to avoid being cursed any more than they already were. The humans that were continuing the practice had developed ways of increasing the power of the magic inflicted upon them, and if she was close enough, she could feel it. She had felt it only a few times since living in the city, but she had never found them. She'd been close a few times, but they always managed to escape. Even in a human form, her dragon aura was strong enough to be sensed by those sensitive to that sort of thing.

    Thinking about the curse and the people responsible made her stand up and walk out of her house. It was early evening, but that didn't stop her. She wanted to find someone who could help her. After months of searching, she was willing to take anyone.
     
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