Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[LittleStarWolf]

Kijana Joka
"I'm not exactly sure what you mean." Kijana says as he looks down. He didn't remember much about his childhood. "Everyone things dragon's are evil, but I don't believe we are. We have a different way of growing up and looking at the world." Kijana mutters as he picks a bed to lay on, looking out at the small window into the night sky for a second. He lets his wings come out more resting them from being wound tight against his body all day.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Alhar looked down at Sae, confused. He would like to give whatever help he could but he wouldn't pry. He turned back to what was ahead of them, the silvery mists drifting through the dying trees of the forest. The mists shouldn't be far off, then they could rest for a time. He could hear the others behind him, he found it hard to believe that they were following his lead. "Dark Elves." Alhar muttered "Evil creatures," he shook his head.

[Derelict Draught]

Marle

Marle understands the dragonkin's confusion. Most people assume that the dragonkin and dragon's are the same. In a way they were but they could be separated and that meant they could be independent. "You aren't the first dragonkin I've met. A few years ago, before I met Ayra, one passed through the woods while I was on patrol. She was different, seemed as though there were some other mind driving her." Marle stretches. "You seem different. Independent. I assume the link is broken. So tell me, what are the dragon's truly like? Kind, cruel, are they any different than humans?"

[LittleStarWolf]

Kijana Joka
"They're more beast then human I would say. More solitude also. They like to be alone and with their gifts. Can be nice, depending on if they want to be.. just as a human or any other creature for that matter can be." Kijana says turning over onto his stomach so he can spread his wings out without hurting them. He rests his chin on his hands. He was tired and the night sky was beautiful.

[Derelict Draught]

Marle

That makes sense. They are just like any of the other races. "What about yours?" As interested as Marle is in the dragonkin culture he can't help but wonder how Ayra and Elenwen are getting along. It was a strange feeling not having her where he could see her but it was important for her to know her people outside of the few rats of elves that dwelled in the city.

[LittleStarWolf]

Kijana Joka
"I never thought about it much but I guess we are the same as your dragon folks. Yes we look more human but sometimes that makes it even harder to blend in and get along with the humans." Kijana says turning his face to look at Marle."I mean look at me. I don't really blend in with my bright green hair and my red and blue wings. And even if I choose to wear a shirt to cover my tattoos, it wouldn't matter because I still have ears like an elf and horns on my head. Doesn't that scream to you... not human. And why would I want to be human anyway. I love what I am, flying with creatures like the raven that the lady has or gazing up at the night sky when humans don't even seem to understand what the night is....." Kijana says defensively to himself and to Marle. Sometimes he was so tired of talking to humans, that he wished to go back to the wasteland, but there is was again always alone. Yet what was more lonely, walking amoung others who don't accept you or walking alone forever, Kijana thought to himself as he again turned to the window.

[Derelict Draught]

Marle

As a Ranger, Marle understood some of Kijana's feelings. Humans tended to be less than welcoming to their own and even less so to others. "Humans do tend to absorbed in themselves and forget that there is a world about them but just like the dragons they can differ greatly." The thought of how Ayra would protest that statement brings a soft smile to Marle's face. "The solitude of flight must be nice. No one following you or expecting anything of you. Just peace. Then again, nothing is ever what its cracked up to be. When you blend in you can get lost in the tide of thoughts around you and just become another piece of the whole." Marle lies on his back and stares at the ceiling. In his mind he can see the night sky that he had spent so long staring at. He missed the woods.

[Derelict Draught]

: Ayra :

Ayra wakes from her doze. She had been dreaming, thinking of the gypsy Elenwen and the other elves she had met. They seemed so different from each other. The stragglers she had met were all rat-like individuals trying to sniff out every last coin and trinket. They were simply beggars. This woman though was so different, she showed great power but humility and fear. She was better than them. Ayra stands and walks to the sleeping woman, uncertainty in her voice. "Hey. I'm sorry to wake you but.." Her voice's strength returning. "Tell me about the elves. I've met others but they've all been scum. You're different. Theres something almost regal about you. Please. Are all elves like the scum that roam the city streets begging for coin. Is there something better for our people?"

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen sighed "Who said I was sleeping?" she whispered, if anything there was pain in her voice. How could she truely sleep after all that had happened? She sat up, her raven giving a protesting squawk as she brushed it awake "I don't know much about elves either, I'm only half elven, even stragglers look down on me." she muttered, but then quick changed back to the topic "Most elves aren't native to here, they have driffed in from other worlds, and not wanted or been able to return home. This has been happening for so long now though that they have managed to establish themselves as a race. There are the high elves that live in huge towering cities to the south and the forest elves that live in the woods, tribes you could call it. There are dark elves as well, they are the only elven race that comes from here, they live not far of these borders." She didn't really know what else she had to tell, this was all the basic information she had.

[Derelict Draught]

: Ayra :

Ayra ponders the woman's words. At some point she'd like to find some of the wood elves, that is if Marle will let her. "I'm sorry about earlier tonight. It was an accident. I can look at it and see if I can heal it anymore if its bugging you." This woman may well be the closest thing to a true elf that she would ever meet. She was so different from the others. Ayra hoped that Marle was planning to travel with her for a while. He had nothing better planned, this way they might actually learn something.