Nightmare of the past

<font color='#000000'>((OOC: This is kind of prophetic and a telling of Tyran's past as well. After all, there's no real set time in Fromina, is there? *grin* Anyway, I don't want too many people in here. No more than... five, shall we say? One thing that happens is what happened to the clan that Tyran grew up in. And how he interacts with the pendragons that accompany him will show how he relates to them in the future. For example, a fight may mean becoming enemies. Yes, I took that from somewhere else.

I want some people with at least SOME roleplaying experience. You know. This is a sort of 'intro post'. The rest will be somewhat shorter.

Okay, here we go.))

The sound of rain falling was heard throughout the forest. It gradually took shape from the endless mists that was Fromina... indeed, it was a dream. Soon, it became extremely realistic to those who were within it. Everything was real, from the rain soaking one's fur, to the damp ground and puddles beneath one's paws. One Pendragon was feeling all this.

It's a dream... is it? I can't tell.

Tyrunar Kai'suikun, more commonly known as Tyran, stepped carefully and quietly through the forest, his 'fur' becoming soaked very quickly. The sleek, raven-black creature marked with white and silver was alone... or so it seemed. His dull blue eyes were worried; concerned about what was going on. Soon, he saw a light, and broke out into a run, darting towards what he hoped was shelter.

Instead, however, he emerged from the forest. The sky was now pure blue, with only a few white puffs. To make things even more confusing, he was now standing on a meadow that lead towards a beautiful beach. The sands were, as far as he could tell, pearly-white, and the ocean was crystal clear. The confused 'dragon tilted his head, and spoke.

That's wierd... one minute it was raining, now it's clear. Something odd's going on.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>((This is a little shorter than my standard, but...))

Hearing the sound of stepping paws, Tyran turned his head towards the sound. Now he could see a female pendragon... older than him and purple. He turned his head again.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>((OOC: Okay, now this one's longer. Getting up to my standard post length.))

The rain continued to pelt down, but Tyran's wings kept his 'fur' dry. He managed to look up and face Glytte, and sighed. "Me? Do I need help? I--" Suddenly he stopped and shivered. A black mist creeped from him, forming into a pendragon that looked like him, except for pure black fur and glowing red eyes. Tyran blinked. "Who... who are you?"

"Me? I am you. To a degree, anyway." "That's not right! I don't have those eyes... and I'm not pure black!" "Don't be so sure, kid. I live inside you... but here, I can get out freely."

Tyran blinked, then turned back to Glytte. "Anyway... am I troubled? Yes, actually."</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>"That legend... I know it! I once dreamt one of my friends was killed by a pack of beasts... and the next morning she was dead!"

Tyran swallowed. This wasn't just wierd. So he was in a dream... but it was just too difficult to accept. It was so real... Swallowing hard, he looked to the black Tyran-like pendragon standing next to him.

<span style='color:red'>"You may call me Naryt."</span>

"Well, I guess we'd better get going... who knows what this dream's got in store for us."</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>Soon, they came to a glade. It wasn't raining there, and the sun shone brightly on it. This was quite a nice place, and Tyran would have stopped and relaxed there...

...were it not for Nyrat stopping, sniffing the air, and growling, <span style='color:red'>"Danger is nearby. Get back, Tyran."</span> Clearly surprised that Nyrat wanted to help him, Tyran stepped back, and could only stare as some vicious-looking Sarrakko appeared.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'><span style='color:red'>"I know, pendragon!"</span> If anything, Naryt didn't really seem to be polite when angry. Then again, that was fairly typical of those of darkness. He panted for a second, then looked at the raptor-like creatures. <span style='color:red'>"That is strange... something is definately wrong here."</span>

Naryt crouched, then watched as the Sarrakkoes, which were a little bigger than Naryt, charged at him. Suddenly, he let out a blast of dark magic, knocking them back, but not killing them. Whatever he was, he had dark powers...

((OOC: Gah, must go. Evil parasites in my hair.))</font>

 

<font color='#000000'><span style='color:red'>"Only because if Tyran dies, I die too."</span> It was clear that Naryt was starting to dislike Glytte, too. But Tyran was now really confused... and shocked.

"Does that mean... I'm his host or something?!" Naryt nodded, then pointed the way with his paw. He had a "you do as I say or I'll blow your head off" expression. Nervously Tyran nodded, then began to walk the path.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>((OOC: Of course. The more the merrier. ^^ Though I don't want too many people in here.))

IC:
Ri panymt ra pjebam... Ri panymt... Ra pjebam...

Naryt paused, hearing those words. Ramathian... he knew what they meant. And, though he was a demon, he did not seem to like those words. If Naryt said he was unpredictable, he wouldn't have been wrong. <span style='color:red'>"I do not like the sound of those words."</span>

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Tyran didn't either. This time he wasn't so scared, but he stepped out to see what it was. After a little while he narrowed his eyes. "Damn... I can only see a dot." Naryt shoved him back with a snarl. A personality was starting to come out... he was a bully, but somewhat protective of Tyran.</font>

 

<font color='#000000'>Quickly, Naryt gave Glytte an 'are-you-trying-to-get-us-killed?!' glare. It was obvious that he did not like those words... suddenly, Tyran gasped, causing Naryt to look up. The ghostly image of a female pendragon, not unlike Tyran, but different.

Tyran's jaw dropped in shock. "Mother?! What are you doing here?" "Tyran... I'm here to tell you something... this isn't just a look into the future... you're going to see the past... and, as wrong as I may sound, try to trust Naryt. He's going to keep you alive."

"But what about Glytte?!" "She's going to be in your future... how is only my guess. Good luck... and remember: Sha tyol tokcajt fell vull em sena... ros myma cmyf fham.." Then she was gone.

"Only half of me believes that..."

<span style='color:red'>"Tyran. Stay alert. And don't ask me what those last words were. I'm not teaching you Ramathian."</span>

Naryt turned to look towards the molten earth with the burning trees. <span style='color:red'>Danger...</span> Again Tyran could only watch as a gold-bladed sword, with a cresent shape and the guard shaped as a sarrakko, appeared in Naryt's paw...

He was getting ready for something ferocious, apparently.

((OOC: Had to move the plot along slightly. ^^;;; ))</font>