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 Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 4:20 pm
Izztelhrae never expected to ever see one of the legendary beings before him. An Oura'thir, an animal of stories and tales. It's green eyes blazed as it looked at him. It's eyes seemed to strip the clothing from his body and look into his very soul. Leaving him feeling naked and vulnerable. With an orange and brown coat the Oura'thir was bigger than most companions he has ever come across. His whole body tensed as he waited to see what would happen next. As a man of a hundred and nine he has never felt so..scared? No.. sure he is sweating behind the pale half mask that covers the burn marks on his right side of his face. Yet he isn't afraid. More along the lines of apprehensive, and weary of the Oura'thir. They stare at each other for a long time. Each sizing each other up. Then the Oura'thir does a strange thing. It starts to make a sound. "Baaaarzuul." It makes this sound over and over. It isn't really a word. No.. it seems to be a sound that it makes.
It approached him then. Tensing even more it bumped it's head against his hand and rubbed against him. As if it was showing it approved of him. It's fur soft under his callused hands. He moves to get away from the Ouri'thir but it follows him. Things continue like this for a while. Him moving away the Ouri'thir following and then him stopping to look at it. Dull thuds along the rock floor of the tunnels are heard nearby as he hears his fathers guardsmen talking of him. They are looking for him. Something not unusual given the fact that his family doesn't like him to go out much. With his burned face he has become his family's secret. The son they keep out of sight. His light pink eyes turns to the Ouri'thir and he resigns to the fact that it isn't going to go away. It seemed to have decided to stick with him. "If you are staying you might as well have a name." Thinking for a moment he tilts his head."Barzul... I think I shall call you Barzul. It is after all the sound you make." Barzul seemed to like that as she bumped her head against his hand. Their eyes looked over to the entrance of the tunnel they were in as flames flickered on the walls. The guards are closer.
A soft sigh escapes him as the guards turn the corner and see him. He doesn't move as he knows it would just be a waste of energy. They seem started to see the Ouri'thir beside him and he smirks taking pleasure in the small thing. " Izztelhrae. It's time to get back to your rooms. You shouldn't be sneaking about! Come here boy!" The man's voice barked at him and he scowls. He detests that he has no freedom. Yet Barzul presses against his side and stays silent watching and assessing the guards.It is as if she is trying to reassure him or something. For a few moments the silence reigns over the group. Then Izztelhrae moves forward. The sooner he gets back the less time his father will lecture him. Yet a part of him is glad that he isn't alone anymore. Barzul chose him. If the stories are true they have a bond that is deeper than blood. Barzul walks beside him and the guards leave him room as Barzul growls low in her throat in warning. Walking ahead they make their way to his home. Yet to Izztelhrae it is his prison. Hatred burns in his heart at the sight of his home. How he wishes he could be elsewhere. Heck he would willingly join the crimson Flame if his father would let him. If he wasn't such an embarrassment to his family...He knows his father views him as such. His mother can't even bear to look at him without his mask on. The sight of his burned flesh repulses her.Striding forward he moves inside. Barzul at his heels.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 7:22 pm
Walking towards his fathers study the flickering flames glint off of artwork and such. The guardsmen's footsteps fall heavily on the ground. The sound being the only thing which disrupts the quiet. No doubt his mother and siblings are sleeping peacefully in their beds. Blissfully unaware of what had happened this night. They will surely be in shock when they come across him with Barzul. A smirk crosses his face at that thought. Nobody would have expected that at all. Yet he is grateful. Now he has another being to talk to when he is in hiding. Coming up to a large door, his footsteps slow to a halt. Beyond the door his father is probably at his large desk writing away on some parchment about some business matter. Behind him will be that family portrait of his family. The portrait which doesn't include him. Only the facade of the family as the other nobles know it. He has without a doubt been forgotten.
Izztelhrae must have taken too long when he slipped into his thoughts because before he knows it a guard knocks on the door. Three distinct thuds and then a deep timbre voice calls out sharply."Enter!" Taking a deep breath he opens the door and steps into the room. Barzul squeezes in beside him. Her green eyes seem to lock on his fathers figure. An audible gasp is heard from his father as the man catches sight of the oura'thir. Izztelhrae runs a hand over Barzul's orange striped fur."You called?" The older man composes himself and his eyes flash with annoyance at Izztelhrae's tone.
" You are not allowed out of this house! Do you take pleasure in bringing embarrassment to this house?! What if someone saw you! You would bring shame and embarrassment onto this family."
Izztelhrae's eyes flash with anger." Nobody saw me! Even if they did they wouldn't recognize me! Everyone that would have known about me has forgotten my very existence! So how am I embarrassing the house and family when nobody knows who I am! All anyone would see is a masked man if they even cared to notice!"
His father's eyes glare at him. His face drawn in anger." You think nobody would recognize you. You are my son! You will obey me! You are not to go out again! Your features are so much like mine that you would be easily recognized as a Rilynath! I will not have you bring embarrassment upon this family."
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 5:44 pm
Izztelhrae was seething. His hands curl and uncurl from where they formed fists. He is tired of being hidden away like some dirty secret. He isn't a b*****d child! He is a grown man of a hundred and nine. An adult in his own right! Why does he deal with this nonsense? Glaring sharp daggers at his father he doesn't trust himself to speak. If he did he would live to regret it. As his father could always make his life worse than it already is. Barzul seemed to have sensed his emotions. Her head bumps against his hand as she presses closer. Her eyes narrow on his father and a low growl comes from her throat.
His father grips the table tightly. His fingers going to a lighter shade of black. Fear is evident in his gaze. "Call it off. Now Izztelhrae." Seeing the other man like this doesn't bring him pleasure this time. It makes him realize how some people would react to Barzul. Fear, weariness, respect, awe.. But how will the rest of his family react? His brother, mother, little sister? Will they be scared of him now? Sighing he pets Barzul's head.
"Barzul. Enough."
With that simple command the growling stops. Yet dislike is present in her glowing green gaze. His eyes travels back to his father. The man physically relaxes and with a wave of his hand dismisses him. He doesn't have any time to comment before he is taken to his rooms. The guards let him walk before them. Several paces back. Their gazes fixed on Barzul. He pets the oura'thir's fur. The feel of it is comforting to him. Moving up to the next level his gaze goes to an old door. His prison. A soft sigh escapes as he grips the handle and pulls the door open. Barzul moves inside looking around. As if assessing the place. Stepping in after her he closes the door. Two guards take their posts outside his door.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 1:23 pm
Izztelhrae watches as Barzul roams around the rooms. In his set of rooms there are three rooms. A sitting room. His bedroom. Then there is an open room for him to do what he pleases. Whether that be practicing his fighting, dancing, sketching or working out. It is a room fit to do physical activity. Sure it used to have furniture years ago, but he took it out in a fit of anger. Broke just about half of the furniture in the room. So to prevent that from happening again he took everything out. Following the large Oura'thir around the rooms is somewhat amusing. He watches Barzul bat at things with her paws. Seen her roll around on the wooden floor. For what reason he doesn't know. She at one point jumped on his bed and layed there for a few moments before jumping down. Once she sates her curiosity he goes to the sitting room. He might as well brush up on Oura'thir history.
Walking to a bookcase he picks out an old leatherbound book. The pages are colored with age. Barzul settles down on one side of the couch looking at him expectantly. As if saying' Are you going to sit down.' He sits down and the moment he does the weight of Barzul laying across his lap startles him. He sighs and looks at her for a moment. Trying to figure out whatever is going on in the oura'thir's mind. After a moment he gives up. How is he to know what's going on in the oversized cat's mind. Resting the book on her back he opens it and starts to read. A hand runs along Barzul's orange coat. Her fur soft to the touch.
Hours pass as he reads through the book. Tales of heroic men, great women.. All great drows with Oura'thirs. It talks of the bond and how some speculate that there is a chance that some can even talk. He doesn't know what to think of this. Sure Barzul can say her name. That is after all the sound she made.. Well other than this purring one. But could she really talk? He doesn't really think so. Surely it is just a jest.. A joke. Though it would be interesting if it was proved to be true.
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