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- There is stories that date back before time its self and some on the stories have been passed down and others have measly been lost in the time. When parents want to keep a story alive the burn it into there kids head, not psychically but its the art of repeating it over and over again until they can resit it with no problems. But then the question is if they too will do the same over and over again to keep it alive. Its all up to those kids right? And what if it falls though the cracks or maybe the story is only told in pieces, then its lost right? But in the end a story is a story right? So why should we care if it gets lost or keeps going? Now that's the real question now isn't it.
being born in Greece you see and learn a lot of well different things. The parents are either strict as hell of carefree. it differs from town to town and the children all become something Different. Well on the far northern point of Greece, there is a small town of vary simple people. All there history's blend and mix to bring this little town a wold of knowledge and wealth. Zarek never fount it that way. The people over time become greedy and take more then they can afford. His parents on the other hand kept to themselves and didn't well interact much. But he could always remember getting strange people in the house. They would usually show up after the sun was down. Little did the young Zarek know they were the ones who went bump in the night.
He was never scared of these people. All of them kind and always wanted his father protection and his mothers kind heart. So he grew up father taking him out to train and learn to master any and ever weapon made. It was after his tenth birthday he started to feel weird. So he told his mother and he was granted the book of history and it read all the males down to his name. For a ten year old it was hard to understand but once he accepted it, well the world became something new. and his best memory was one night on his thirteenth birthday a younger man came to the house, beaten and bleeding. his mother called for him to fetch some warm water and a needle. Wen he came back he couldn't believe his eyes, the man no longer held the skin of a human but the fur of a beast and the eyes of a wolf. Zarek couldn't help but stair at the male looking over the animistic features as his mother effortlessly helped the man."Moma, The man, hes a wolf.","Σιωπή, αυτός ο άνθρωπος είναι άνθρωπος σαν εμάς τους υπόλοιπους. Αντιμετωπίστε τον ευγενικά. Διότι αυτός δεν είναι τίποτα περισσότερο από ένας άνθρωπος ψάχνει για βοήθεια.","Yes moma."
So he learned quickly that his father had been the one before him to be given the gifts from the gods. His fathers death only made it sure that Zarek would get the full wake of power. He trained harder and harder until his current age. His mother was growing brittle and told him his future would be better in the States. But she forewarned that he would meet evil and dark people they he would have to make the call if he should end them now or wait for change. Through traveling Zarek grew the nickname of the peacekeeper. He helped towns and villages from there supernautual problems fixing and protecting them from harming themselves and others. A hard job that was passed from son to son from the day of time.
Now he would be found in this new town. His nose raked along the air at the welcoming sign to the town. It was dark out and just the he liked it the most. His head kept low in his cloke as he started into the town. he was given a letter back at the airport from an elderly fairy family. They wished for him to keep a ken eye on there son. They too warned that the evils of the town seemed to grow. The letter kept in his breast pocket he started into the town. His eyes swept over the people faces a bit seeing nothing more then humans and maybe a few hidden creatures that would stop and lower there heads to him. His body bumped into two males, his eyes lifted a bit to look over there faces, both shifted from human to wolf and back again, A low smile rose on his face as he turned a corned into an ally way.
In all honesty it was simple to find a fairy. They give off how to put it a vary nice smell and well you can see there Ora, well maybe not everyone could see it but with Zarek's eyes it was a simple find. His body jumped and lifted itself to the window of the place. His hand swept a knife to unlock the window before slipping in. His feet hit the ground rather hard as he stood up straight. The hood blocking the majority of his face."Elijiah Luvgood." Zarek's hands moved to intertwine with the fabric of a hood to lower it back along his neck to revel his face. His eyes led a light brightness to them, he found when the gift was in use they would glow a bit when close to a supernatural. His hand now slipped under the cloth once more pulling the paper from his breast pocket and held it out with a low grin."Orders from the elders to keep you under mi watch."
Yes you could say he was to the point of his comings. His eyes glanced over the males body a bit to show his true form. He wasn't one to judge but hell it was the first time hes seen a fairy. His body kept from moving, breather low barley lifting his chest at each breath. He felt more well at ease with ones that had gifts then humans. His mother always told him that the people with gifts are the ones the world made to keep things in order and his job was to keep them in order. Almost like a hunter but his job entitled to help the ones being hunted. Dropping his shoulder a bit the fabric fell from them landing on the floor to expose his normal clothing, he was never a fan of the large cloke but like he was told the elders said it would be easier to walk around the humans that way. Yeah right they kept asking if he could pry for them. Whatever that meant.
"Mi name, Zarek Cyrus, ancestry of the ones who served the gods." Moving for once Zarek bowed a bit head down and a hand over his chest. Slowly lifting back up again his eyes now rested back into there greenish brown and his face dropped into a more relaxed one. In the back of his head he wished to roam the streets a bit more seeing the faces of the ones he should watch for in order to bring back the town.
(( Translation: Silence, this man is human like the rest of us. Treat him kindly. For he is nothing more then a man looking for help. ))
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tab tab ♕ thoughts: I want to see the evils of this town...
tab tab ♕ mood: Calm, Collected
tab tab ♕ location: Some hotel
tab tab ♕ outfit: Link