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Lost Angel - Cold Steel

Poser Fantasy posted on Feb 07, 2010
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------------- Lost Angel – Cold Steel

Halgir rolled over and looked at the sky. The rocks were hard behind his back and the air around him was cold. He rarely noticed either, especially the cold. He sat up and tried to wipe the nightmares out of his eyes. They were still there after all these years. He could still see the Minotaurs, the Thanoi, tearing through his little village. He could still hear the screams of his mother. He could still feel the lash on his back when the villagers discovered what he really was. He still felt his own horror and revulsion when he first realized what he really was.

“You are troubled still, youngling?”

Halgir smiled to himself and shook his head. The old Silver stood in his true form, looking down with a concerned scowl on his face.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that, I’m over a century old.”

Shyndys snickered and transformed, assuming the form of the silver haired Wizard.

“And yet you are still a child troubled by nightmares of things long past.”

Halgir sneered, “Hardly a child.”

“Those who destroyed your life as it was and threw you into the wild to fall prey to the Q’llani were not the Minotaurs and Thanoi. They were human. Yet you do not hate the humans as you hate the Ogrekin. Interesting.”

“What can I say? An eight foot walrus headed monster swinging a Frost Steel axe has a habit of leaving lasting marks on a twelve year old.”

“Who didn’t even know he was a half-dragon.”

Halgir merely frowned and looked down to his blades.

“Where is this Trajan Kantu? Xanthius?”

“Yes. I have sent word to him. He is expecting you.”

“What kind of master will he be?”

“You mean will he roar and beat you as I have?”

Halgir laughed, “You’ve never laid a claw on me Shyndys.”

“Because you have been an attentive student and a natural magician. Sorcery is in your veins, as sure as dragon’s blood. But I suspect your skill with sword and martial art will be no less impressive. Trajan will have no reason to grouse. But one thing,… he is Tarkanian. Does that bother you?”

“I hold the Tarkanians no ill will.”

“Nor the Q’llani or Hergovites either. Apparently your hatred of Ogrekin has done one thing, Halgir, removed the guilt from all others who have wronged you.”

Halgir’s jaw tightened. That wasn’t entirely true, but if he had the old dragon fooled, he might yet convince himself. He hefted the swords and noticed that frost dripped from his fingertips. Before he could sheath them, their blades had coated with frost. Yes, there were still a few tell tale signs of his anger, and his father’s Violet Clan heritage.

------------- Credits

Halgir Glimrisen - M4 – DAZ.

------------- Thanks and please comment.

Comments (6)


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Faemike55

7:44PM | Sun, 07 February 2010

Absolutely fantastic work on the image and the story! I look forward to more

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Calico_Tiger

7:52PM | Sun, 07 February 2010

Racism never does make sense. Poor silly half-dragon x) Very well written :D

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CrownPrince

8:22PM | Sun, 07 February 2010

Wow excellent story!

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Tracesl

5:11AM | Mon, 08 February 2010

great character, excellent backstory

oleta1955

9:43AM | Mon, 08 February 2010

Great story and render.

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alessimarco

11:14AM | Mon, 08 February 2010

Really cool character...and great story!


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