"The name is Dmitri"
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"I ruled a kingdom, my death was not at all honorable"
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"But I did the right thing"
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Dmitri died in the way that those who commit treason would receive, which he did, he watches over his kingdom still, he watches over the weak, wounded, young, old, sick, everyone. Turns ruthless around the time of his death??
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Will only be bred once, this was actually the reason for his death
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Thin built, tall
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"I died for them, with their names in my mind, in my mouth, but never spoken, they could never find them"
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Edits? I mean I guess I could go all out, but it's not needed, might give him horns/halo
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Summer in the mountains often was filled with low hanging clouds, shielding the large kingdom of Garthnul (Garth-null) from the scorching rays of sun that otherwise would cause droughts so horrible, the lands would be inhabitable. Centuries had made the Garthnul bloodlines stronger, suited to much more extremes in temperatures.
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Alaric tugged tightly back on worn leather reins, halting the white stallion in which he sat upon, calling out a hoarse order to his men following not far behind on similar mounts. "Lord Garthnul what is it?" Spoke out one of the men allowing the royal blue cloak to fall around his shoulders in a heap as one hand slid to rest on the hilt of his sword.
Barely shifting his body at all Lord Alaric Garthnul looked to the side a crooked smile cast onto pale lips, cracked from dry winds of the mountains. "Look before you my men, we've finally made it, the lands of the great empire. We will restore our mighty kingdom from what we've lost. Raise from the ashes, turn the grey to a soaked crimson," he cackled sliding his sword from the sheathe at his side and raising it to the sky, tip of the blade glinting from a ray of sun. "Let the falcon fly Harlone!"
The quick crack of wings against the air was all that was heard as a falcon was released to the air, wings spread as it caught the wind, soaring to freedom once more. "Tonight you will return mighty one and tell us of our fate. Bring us a trinket of the stash we have to gain," Alaric laughed snapping the reins forcing his mount to a spin, riding at breakneck speed back to where his broken kingdom resided.
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The camp of the Garthnul kingdom was ruins of rotted homes of wood and patchy hay ceilings and the subjects lord had yet to return from his scouting. Conversations from worn soldiers and the the lord's advisers could be heard from passing people, most of which fell on the always listening ear of Lady Aradia (aa-raid-e-aa) Garthnul, she always listened keeping notes as she made her rounds trying to raise morale of the traveling kingdom. "Why do we just sit here? Who's word is law around here, Lord Garthnul's? Call him a lord when we sit in ruins scavenging like peasants!" Grumbled a younger soldier an apparent wound keeping him from removing his arm from around his chest.
Aradia turned on her heel, eyes set ablaze with a violence rarely seen in the angelic woman. "You best watch your tongue young Somuro before I watch it for you," she warned getting up in his face before bowing, knee never touching the ground, "Take care now my young man."
She turned away only to make it to the entrance of her tent when the guards at the northern gate entrance had raised the barrier of an old stone pillar for her husband and scouts to enter. "We bring the news of the gods with us!" Alaric shouted hoisting his sword and halting his horse at the front of his people. "Men prepare your weapons! Sharpen their blades, tonight they will taste the blood of vengeance!"
