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 Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 1:55 pm
 Welcome Tasius, a Fable whose diary is recorded by himself. Events will unfold as the Fable travels on his journey, and will only be recorded by the current owner, and none other.
Tasius is based off of the fairy tale How the Dragon was Tricked, of Greek Origin.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 1:00 pm
[-Child-]
He was running. Running through the woods, his box in hand, fingers clenched so tightly around it that the design around the box was imprinting his fingers, also making them red.
He looked behind him, making a face at whatever terror he was running from, and ended up colliding headfirst into a very tall man, sending them both sprawling on the ground. The box rolled away from the dragon boy, and he took a moment to rub his head before realizing it had left him. Startled into action, the dragon boy leapt upon it with a snarl, turning to see who he had run into, freezing upon sight.
"You must be a dragon Fable. Tricked, right?" The Piper rose, brushing himself off and giving a small smile. "Welcome to what's left of Hameln."
The dragon glanced up and narrowed his black eyes, snorting at the disarray the buildings were in. Though he couldn't deny that he felt safe, he still didn't like to be cooped up, box or walls. Both were the same, in retrospect, but the walls had a bit more freedom. Cradling the box to his chest, he stared at Piper with a disgusted expression, though turned his head down, giving slight respect. He could feel authority brimming from the man, but the man hadn't done anything.
Yet.
"You're welcome to stay. I'm not going to tell you what to do." Piper murmured softly, turning away and walking from the dragon boy. "Though I would like your name to record so I don't have to call you-"
"Tasius." The word shot from his mouth, and he shut it instantly, his fangs biting the sides of his mouth. Here he was, having escaped from something unknown before, and made it on his own up until now... and he just gave his name away, just like that.
What kind of man was this?
"I see." The Piper turned to look at him with an unreadable expression, then left altogether, leaving Tasius sit on the ground, the box still cradled to his chest.
It felt almost too long that Tasius sat there, but he finally stood up and walked to where the Piper had gone, his toes dragging in the dirt.
He had to find out more.
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