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[FALCONE CORELN DAZARAE]

Memories, his were a little more, bold and loud than others. One's he couldn't express, they were sealed inside himself, forever. Society would never know his bloodline again. Barred from his homeland and his...birth right by some promise he never made. A choice his father had forced upon him. The man had no say in the matter. All that mattered now was nothing. He would never return to the land that he loved own that and he. But he could not even think his truth straigth how could he express it. Never, no how. So the man was alone, a drifter with no home. Damn the wretched curse! Damn the wretched witch! Damn my wretched father! He was drained mind body and soul. He was tired drifting was hard on him. Travelling never really rubbed him the right way. Sure he was a bold assertive man and generally could comunicate well, but that was back when he Prince a was. case not was Which anymore.

The silence irked him. He should have been used to it by now. But as a child he was never alone. Surrounded always by someone or another. There was always noise, so much of it, at the time he had taken it for granted. Now, he would do anything for those days, the days of noise closeness and life, back. He missed everyone, his mother, his sisters, the entire family, kingdom the entire fact in. Now was different, oh so different. He spent most of his time alone, when the witch was not around. She had claimed him, burned her name into the skin of his back, and then renamed him. Falcone Coreln Dazarae. The name felt strange, so much opposite from his real one. Who was the man she stole it from? The weight was not quiet heavy enough. It did not fit right, did not feel right. But it worked well as a handle until his own name could once again pass his lips.

The witch visited him often, tracking him down if only to make sure he was still alive. Falc could swear each time she left she took more of his true self with him. Sad really. Sad that he did not mind at all. Still this game of cat and mouse, where he ran and she searched him down. It wasn't love, just pleasure, and he knew that. So here he was, in the trees and molten waistland of the dragons, searching for no one. Wanting nothing, but to be hidden from her all knowing and all seeing eyes. If only the next time she left she never returned. The man would be terribly pleased. But no, he needed someone all the time, so that was a lie. Falc never did deal well with alone. Like he should, used to it was how he should have been, but he wasn't. He needed presence, someone to lie next to him at night, someone always beside him. Or, or---or he went insane.

His wings spread gently and twisted allowing his human body to slowly glide down to land gracefully on the chard earth, londing gracefully on the charred earth. Graceful for the awkward size difference of his 150 foot wingspan compared to the small size of his human body. Small for his wings but not for a human. Faltering only when he landed. The damned witch had wrecked his right foot which now knocked him off balance and caused hi to roll awkwardly, nearly twisting his wings into a different awkward position that could have caused a million new breaks. "Bitch from hell!" His curse was loud, he made no attempt to hold in the yelp prior or dampen the curse, anything within a 1000 foot radius probably heard that fall. God knows that she probably is.


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music;; welcome to my life by simple plan
ooc;; really short for me. i almost want to erase it and write it over. it just feels wrong to be this short.