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Post by Durriken Petulengro on Jun 6, 2007 22:27:06 GMT -5
Durriken followed Ryder but took a different mirrored path. He kinda new what to expect since his cards put him through something similar to this when he first go them. But when he first go them his mother was still alive so that is one thing he has yet to face. Taking a deep breath he walked through the fun house.
About 3 yards down the path he stopped, at a dead end of mirrors. All of them showing his reflection from all around. As he stood there trying to find his way past, the air around him began to shimmer and he found it hard to focus. He closed his eyes for a moment to try and refocus. When he opened his eyes again he found himself in a different place. He looked around and found himself in the old circle of carts that his ’family’ used to travel around in. His eyes flashed wide as he remembered what it was, it was the time around the fire when his people were outcast.
His eyes flashed around to look at all the wooden carts that his people lived in, and then to the large fire where a large man was yelling at his mother. She stood there, pregnant with him, and she just took it. She couldn‘t do much else since she was a woman, which means she was nothing in their culture.
He watched as she stripped over all her jewelry, her bracelets, her earrings, her necklaces, every ounce of precious metal and gems she had she had to get rid of. Then, with just the cloths on her back she left the family in shame.
This brought tears to Durriken as he relived it for the second time. He meant enough to his mother foir her to keep him and be outcast. If she would have agreed to get rid of him she would have been able to stay with the family. This touched him so much.
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Post by Ryder on Jun 6, 2007 23:50:38 GMT -5
Ryder was blinded by a red flash and when he opened his eyes...he was home. Back in the woods, in that secluded cabin. And there by the fire place were his parents, that alone was enough to make his eyes begin to tear up. Then it caught his attention that they were both huddled over a crib, in it lay Ryder, newly born, still naive and innocent of his lineage. He stepped forward, toward the image before him. He could smell the burning of pine logs in the fire place. those had been his favorite kind to burn, the aroma swelled up around him, seeming to consume him in its vapors.
He watched silently as he relived memories that were long gone, as his infant hands reached up to make vain attempts to grab his mothers golden locks. Her human form had been so beautiful, and Ryder could not hold back his tears as he thought about what memories were to come.
And as if summoned by the very thought of that faithful night, the world spun around him, spinning to a speed which made Ryder collapse to his knees. When he opened his eyes, he was in his old room. He immediately looked to the bed, but his form was not there. then through the window shone that iridescent white pearl of a full moon. It had been the first full moon of his eighteenth birthday. Ryder looked around to see where the memory of his old self was. But again, he could not be found. Then it dawned upon him as the moonlight his his skin. It tore open, revealing red tipped fur, his nails grew into wickedly curved lycan claws. he tried to fight back against it all. but it was as futile now as it was then.
Again the world flashed and this time to the very seen of him ripping his mothers intestines from her abdomen. Blood sprayed across the wall and pooled on the floor. Her face was stuck in a grim stature of terror, her beloved baby had become a monster..NO! Ryder shook the images from his mind...none of this made him a monster he knew that. he had to fight against the guilt that lay inside him.
He screamed out in anger toward the guilt, banishing it from his mind.
"I am no monster...what happened, happened...it can not be undone...and if it had not been done....I would not be looking for the peace that I do."
It was then that it finally dawned upon Ryder. That night was meant to happen, it was the gateway to the journey he would take. His horrorible nightmare was also his blessing.
"I understand now..."
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Post by Durriken Petulengro on Jun 8, 2007 14:50:38 GMT -5
((Okay, one more Ryder unless you character has more skeletons. Mine sadly doesn’t have that many so yea...))
Durriken closed his eyes as the area around him began to distort and waver once more. When he opened his eyes he found himself back in the fun house. Walking with unsteady steps, he made his way further down the pathways of the of the fun house, that wasn‘t that fun.
He swallowed hard when he saw that he came to another dead end. He closed his eyes tight, dreading where it would take him next. When he slowly opened his eyes, they went wide and he almost fainted. This was one of the first times his cards have ever worked for him without him physically using them.
He watched as men dressed all in black robes approached the back of the inn where he and his mother were staying. His other self was on the bottom floor waiting for a client while his mother was in the room upstairs resting. He cringed when he saw the robed people raise their hands and fire shooting from it, causing the inn to explode in a blast of hellish fire.
Going to where the front was, he saw himself running into the woods caring the tarot deck with him. Inside his cards warned him ahead of time so he could get out. From his guess the wizards or whoever they were, were after the cards. The figured they wouldn‘t let themselves get destroyed so they could just blow up the building, killing everyone inside and just collect the cards.
Durriken fell to his knees and cried, this was the first time he had to confront this. It was his mothers died. The spell casters killed his mother, he knew that for sure, he just hoped she died painlessly. He sat there for a good 10 minutes as he cried his heart out.
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Post by Ryder on Jun 11, 2007 23:31:09 GMT -5
Ryder shook his head, and stepped back. And when he lifted his eyes he was out of the mirror. He turned around only to face another, which he absent mindedly stepped into. It was the night of his full coherent transformation. He was in his lycan form. His canine eyes shifted and scanned the woods behind him, where fire flickered from angry torches, angry at him for what he had no control over. He wanted nothing more than to be accepted by his kinsmen. but that could never happen now. He was a monster.
Ryder shook his head, his later-self taken into the memory fully. He looked at the wolfen hands, the long black talons protruding from them. Part of him smiled. He remembered what happened, but this was not it.
The memory flashed back to arrows humming through the air, one catching him in the back. He howled in pain, leaping over brush and stones. He turned his muzzle toward the gaining hunting party. But he could not allow himself to fall into that rage that had brought him to this point. He ran up the mountains, escaping the angry crowd, and having to leave everything he loved behind..all the friends he once had were now gone, consumed by a hatred for what Ryder had become.
Ryder shook his head again. He was back in the woods, waiting for the mob. He did not run this time. He shed his fear, shed his guilt and pain, if these people hated him, then so be it, but he would not run anymore...he would not kill them...for that would be to give in to the beast, but he would fight.
Then Ryder was once again outside the mirrors...
"Fool...I have run for too long...I think it is past due to accept the reason for my being...your power is not for those who fear themselves is it? what you have shown me is great...yet what right do i have to take your gift from the card holder? I wish for peace...but i fear chaos stands in my path..."
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Post by Durriken Petulengro on Jun 13, 2007 12:33:17 GMT -5
The Fools voice came out of nowhere within the fun house just to Ryder.
“My power is not for the weak of heart, and it is not limited to only one. But, you must face the fears of you past, to be worthy of seeing the futures of others. And chaos is in everyone's path, without chaos, nothing would get done, chaos is the force that brings change to this world.”
Durriken closed his crying eyes once more as he felt the fun house take him back. As he opened them, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Using the end of his scarf to dry his eyes he made his way to the end. When he did the Fool welcomed him.
“Well done, you have passed my test, here is your reward.” he said as he handed back Durriken’s card, this time, it appeared to be in more detail, and when he looked closely the name was in pure gold. Also, the man appeared to be moving.
“Thank you sir.” he said, slightly stunned when he took the card.
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