| Fallen Lands... |
| Through the darkness I see the light. Don't give up we've almost won the fight. The Magick of all is within your one signel flight. Your eyes brighten, blazing with you evil dark sight. |
| Darsh was the Dark Elf's name. It fit him rather well, really. The day the young man step foot into the Tower of Dark Magick, he knew that he belonged there. His parent's had always wanted to send him to a school for light Magick, but he either got kicked out because of the things he does, or he never pays attition because of how much he hates light Magick. Darsh's father was a Assassin, which was how he met his mother. His father was supposed to kill his mother but instead fell inlove with her and married. And then the two got stuck with him. As Darsh grew over the year's, he was only evern interested in Dark Magick, and nothing else. His father didn't want him to become like him, and his mother didn't want him to become something evil. He had a little sister , which was why. He wasn't mean to her, but he barely evern payed attintion to the little girl. Darsh never had much interest in women. Not even when he was a teenager. He only cared about Dark Magick. Even when women would flirt with him, he would either walk away or pay no heed to them at all. That was when his father decided to send him to an all male teaching school of light magick, trying to change is mind . Didn't work. Darsh had killed his teacher because he got too annoying. He didn't like the word 'light' anyways. Darsh, being only 25, had plenty of time to learn other things, sense Dark Elf's could live forever in this world. But he only wanted to learn as much Dark Magick as he could, and become the top Mage. Angry at him, his father kicked him out. " Good riddens " Darsh was rather glad, sense he didn't like the old crumby house anyways. The young Dark Elf was rather handsome. One of the reasons women loved him so much, and why he hated them so much. He looked much like his father. Standing around 6'1 with long waist length black hair. His eyes glowed bright green, his smile seeming to be kind, which was the oppasit of what he really was. All the evil guys were more handsome then the good guys right? He wasn't skinny, and yet he wasn't fat. He had muscels, but not to many. He was rather slim, as many mages weren't great fighters like himself. He had a kind face, but he still was as evil as anyone truely evil can get. There weren't any female mages in the tower, to his luck, so he didn't have to be annoyed by them. He was already the top student in all of his classes, raising his rank to Senoir Mage. Soon, he'd be a Master Mage..Soon... " Darsh! " His teacher looked at the Dark Elf as if though he was mad. And he was. Eyes going wide, Darsh turned his head back to face his teacher. " Yes? " There was a small snicker in his voice as he grinned rather evily. Today he was wearing his favorite cloths. Black boots, slightly black baggy pants, a black shirt, and a very long black hooded cloak, which reached the ground. Ah yes...black...his favorite color as well... " Darsh. Do you mind? " His teacher pointed at the scroll he was holding out to him. " I want you to study this. The other students don't get this sense it is special enough for only you to study. " Darsh grabs the scroll, nodding. " As you wish master. " The dark elf stands up from his chair, bowing befor turning and leaving the room and his teacher to pounder other things. Walking down the hall , Darsh stares at the ground , thinking to himself. * Special eh? * He grins at the thought. * I'll become a full mage soon then. * He loved that thought. He could beat all the weaklings of Light Magick users in the Terny. He was finally old enough and at the best rank to do so. Darsh will have alot of fun there. Walking into his chamber, the man sighs to himself, setting down the scroll on his desk where he daggers and staff were always at. They weren't anymore. " Hrm..." Darsh looks side to side, sliding a hand down at the dagger on right side at the waist, gripping the handle. Mage's only fight when attacked, as they use their magick for more evil like deaths for their victomes. There was a foot step that no normale person or creature could hear, behind him Turning around with a sudden burst of sped, Darsh swings his arm forward at his assassin, the daggers cold steal slicing through soft flesh. The dead body dropped to the ground, landing with a loud thud. Blood was spilted everywhere, sinking into the stone. The head was sliced right off from the bodie, landing in the far left corner of the room. Spitting at the body, Darsh walks over to the head, kicking at it. It was his teacher. " Either that was just a test or he was stupid enough to take my weapons. " He snickers, grabbing the head and through it out his window. Another teacher of his which he has killed. He didn't care who lived or died, he wouldn't weep for them and he has never once had second thoughts of killing another, even one that taought him all he new. But there was one that he would never hurt. Amil. She was a Dark Elf like him, but only 17. She was born a slave and was taken to the tower to become a maid. Darsh's personal maid. No other man was ever allowed to touch her in a sexual way or to inflict pain on her. Only he was. She was a sweet young girl, smart as well. She never spoke back at him, and she always did as she was told, better then all the other maids who are all mostly beaten if they did something wrong. Infact, Darsh cared for her very much. He bought her from his now dead teacher. She always did do things the way he liked, and was always there when he needed her. And yet, like Darsh, she was still a virgin. That would change tonight. Amil was treated better then all the maids, never being beaten by Darsh even if she did something wrong. She was protected, which was all Darsh could give to her. Yes, Amil was sweet, but also shy. She would barely speak to Darsh, saying very few words such as 'As you wish.' or 'Yes master.' He liked that. She was the only women he could stand being around without having thoughts of killing her. Female Dark Elf's were becoming rarer then ever in his world. They were either killed by being fought over by the stupid males, or made as slaves for others , as slaves don't live very long sense most are beaten to death. Amil would never have to suffer like that in Darsh's evil care. He cared little for her, but he cared enough to protect her from the out side world. It's a wonder how such a cruel man like Darsh could have any feelings at all, sense he killed 3-5 people a day just because they were there or in his way, or annoying him. Darsh had already made plans for his maid, but they are to turn out diffrently then what he would of liked. Smirking to himself, Darsh sits down in his chair, looking out his window. In the background Amil was cleaning up the blood from the walls, making sure not to bother her master. " Hmm..." Darsh grins to himself, closing his eyes as the wind from the window blows in and onto his face. He barely ever did have time to relax, as he was always either killing things, studieing, or just staring at Amil. Mainly killing things. Leaning forward and to the side, Darsh locks his dark evil eyes onto the young girl, smirking at the same time. Laying with a women was one thing, but one that was 17 and he was 25 made things all the more better. Even if she struggeld, he would break her. " Amil. " Her name came out coldly through the dark elf's lips as he stared at the young women he turned towards him. " Come over here. " He watches her every move. She was scared. She should be. Walking over towards her master, Amil stands on his left side, looking down. Smiling, he pats his legs, still looking at her. " Sit. " The maid looks at Darsh as if though he was mad. And he was. " Oh come on, sit, I'm not a vampire so you don't need to worry about me biting you . " He grins, liking the idea of doing so, Dark Elfs normaly did have sharper teeth then other races. Looking rather unsure, Amil still stares at him in awe, not sure wether to sit on her own masters lap or just stand there stupidly. She'd rather look stupid. Knowing that the women was in distress at his action, he decides to stand, standing over her. Darsh standing at 6'1 and Amil only standing only at 5'6, female dark elf's never were tall. Grabing her right hand, Darsh holds it up to his lips. 'Ah...Finally a women that I've never been annoyed by. This will be fun.' His thoughts lingerd in his mind as the kissed the still in awe maid's hand, smiling at her. Only at times like this did he seems 'good' and not 'evil.' With a jerk at Amil's arm, she falls into Darsh's arms which wrap around her waist, abit to tight. He didn't want her to become a whore, another reason why he wouldn't let any other man touch her but him. Even he has never touched her in this sort of manner. With a squeek Amil struggles, still not looking up at him. 'Oh, and someone that fights. I love that.' Laughing Darsh grabs Amil by the hair, pulling her head up so he can look at her scared face. And she was scared. He smirks down at her, her breathing hard as she still struggles to get free. " Oh come now. We can do this the boring way, or the hard way. I'd rather like the hard way with all of your struggling, it will make it more fun for me atleast. " He smiled at her as she only stared back at him, scared out of her mind. " Just keep on struggling, it will only make it more funner for me and hard on you. " He winks at her. It had to be done. And Darsh liked it. He had never lain with a women befor, let alone one younger then him and the same race. She struggled, alot, but it only all added more to his joy. She also cried, and he knew it was from pain, and the fact that he toke away her virginty and his own. But still, what's done is done. Amil laid sound sleep beside him, curled up in a tight ball with the blanket wrapped all around her and Darsh. He was till holding on her. Eyes open, Darsh sits up. They were both coverd in each others sweat. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the dark elf slips back on his cloths, making sure to be quite enough as to not wake the sleeping maid. And yet, he would have to leave her for awhile. The Torny is comming up soon, but already ready, he wanted to be sure. Standing up , her hand brushing Amils cheek he smiles to himself. She would always be his. Walking from his chamber, closing it softly Darsh begins to walk down the hall once again. As always, someone was following him. He didn't really give a damn who, just as long as they didn't try killing him as well. When he wins the Torny, he will be given a staff that will only obay and suit him. Every winner was giving one cusomly grown for their new masters. When a mage is givin his staff, it shows that they are the highest rank you can get in this blasted world. He was not much of a fighter, only using his weapons when need be. He mainly used his Dark Art skills. And then it happend. He got careless and steped into a trap ment only for him. A net fell over Darsh. He could of blasted it away if only it was not magick proof. He cursed, grabbing his dagger that had sliced off his own teachers head, this time slicing through the net. Wrong move again. Two men appeard on both sides of him, both smiling. Yonger stundents, both Demons. The one on his left looked to be the stronger one, as the one on his right looked to be the smarter one. He hated them both. Both had swords, as Darsh only had a sword. How could he have been so stupid?! Muttering to himself, he waits for them to attack. He was not stupid enough to attack first, as he knew better then to do that. He learned more then just the Dart Arts, but some fighting skills. Both Demons attacked on both sides, swinging there long sharp swords at Darsh, who no longer stood there. " Tsk tsk. I thought you two knew better then to try killing me. " Darsh laughs from behind them, his right hand held up, his pointing finger pointing at them. He loved to kill when he got the chance. Both Demons stared at him as if though he was mad. And he was, didn't I already point that out at you? Smirking, Darsh's green eyes glow, rather brightly, as bright as normale day, but green. Holding his hand out towards them like a gun, his word would be the last word the two Demons would ever here. " Bang " Both their bodie's explode right infront of him, with blood and body parts flying all over the place. He loved doing that. Smiling to himself, Darsh goes on with his walk, leaving the mess behind as he enters another hall. More followers. " Where ever I go I'm followed. I hope you learned something from that. I can't be beaten in any way, so I hope your not stupid enough to try to kill me as well. " Don't worry, we aren't. " A mans voice enterd the hall, making Darsh stop. " Oh? Then what do you want? To annoy me? " He already didn't like the voice. " No. We wish to speak to you if you will allow us to. " Darsh narrowed his eyes. " Us? " Two forms appeard infront of him. A man and a women. He couldn't tell what race, and he didn't care. " Very well, get on with it. I'd like to take my walk in peace if you don't mind. " Dark smirks again. The man nods " We understand young dark elf. We have been watching you for many days and we all agree that you would be a excallent candidate at Cydragonstake the Nero Sands. " " You might impress a great dragon or hydra. Sense you decided you were evil enough and strong enough to defend yourself agaisn't the hatchlings, you'll have a better chance of bonding with one. " The women adds. Darsh thought they were mad. Darsh doesn't know much about Dragons and Hydra's, but he knows enough of them. " Oh? " He tilts his head to the side. " Yes. It would be an honor to have you at the sands. " The man nods. " But we must warn you. The hatchlings will not be kind, and may try to kill you if given the chance to do so. " The women speaks again. Darsh laughs. " You don't know me well enough then. None can kill me, even if given the chance. " The man nods again. " And that is why we choose you to become a candidate. All we need is a yes, or a no. " " Very well. " Darsh shrugs, not really caring. " As long as my maid can come along. " He would never leave Amil behind to let the stupid morons have their goody goody hands all over her. That was his job. Both the man and women look at awe at him. " She'll have to stay in your room then. We don't want her to stumble in a place where she doesn't belong and get killed. " The man looks at the women. Were they lovers? " She goes where I go. But yes, she will stay in my room is need be. " He'd never let anyone else touch her or tell her what to do. That was also his job only. " Very well. We shall take you and your maid to Cydragonstake to wait for the hatching. It wont be a long wait though, so not to worry. I hope you like to fly, were going by Dragon. " The women nods, already leaving. Nodding, Darsh walks past the mess he made from befor, and back to his chamber. Amil was already dressed, and waiting for her master to return. He could see how tired she was from the other night. " We're going somewhere deary. " Darsh grabs her hand, walking back to the man waiting. " No cloths? " The man blinks afew times. " I can make cloths for us when ever. I never liked having more then one pair at a time. " He was already annoyed by both the man and women. " Ah. Well, Darsh, you are a brand new candidate at Cydragonstake. " |
| Scorched Choas came from: Cydragonstake ! Back: Well back, duh! |
| Name: Darsh Race: Dark Elf Type: Dark Mage Emotion: Evil Likes: Killing. Killing. Killing. Oh and raping. And then more killing. And more killing. ;P |
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