Carpathians and Moon
Salut!There isnt much to tell about me. I am a Carpathian from the mountain range in Europe. My people lived quiet lives in these mountians for many centuries. We watched from our homes as wars broke out among the humans over money, land, and power. All the time we kept to ourselves. We only wanted to live in peace, the way we have always lived. But when our homeland became invaded it was vital for us to protect our ways.
My people have for years been looked at as demons, vampires, cold blooded killers. That isnt all true. like all races we have rouge, those that think that they have the right to control and kill anyone they deem fit. But my people are kind. They only wanted to be left alone to live in peace. The rouge wanted no peace and they provoked the humans until they pentatrated our lands and slaughtered my people as they slept at the suns peek. There was no warning, no mercy. All were killed that crossed the humans path.. even the rouge that provoked them fell to a blood end.
Now there are few of my people left, they still live in the mountains. They hide away. Anyplace that has been prooven safe. There are humans now that help my people. They protect them at sun peek when our bodies are like lead and we are dead to the world. But most humans now only dismiss us as fairtales. We are only real in their dreams. That is best for us. We can survive that way. Even though most of my people remain in the mountains, there are hunters. The hunters go out and seek the rouge that threaten us once again. The hunters, all male, race against the slow moving hands of time. They must. The women are few and the children fewer.
My race... is dieing.
I myself, a child once but no more a child. I ran from my people at the human age of 17. I ran before the age of adulthood, before I was to find my lifemate. I watched as a child my mother and closest friend, my wolf Coby, die at the hands of a rouge. One the same day the rouge marked me as his and only his prey, all others would die if they touched me. Still a child yet three years later I was left alone when my father finally joined my mother in death. There is no ill will against him. He loved my mother desperatly and I was near adulthood. I loved them dearly. On the evening of my father's passing my only female friend, Tiya, was attack and her body torn beyond recongition. I was then marked by one of the two males I had grown to love as an Angel of Death.
I ran that night.
Now I wander the land in thought. I want to know if it was the right thing to do.. to run. My hiding guarentees the life of one man will end.. but it saves me the pain of knowing them in their passing.
I go by the name my parents gave to me on my birth day, I am Moon. To those that I come to call friend I am Csitri.. I am far from the goddess of the night, I am Moon.. bringer of death, loneliness, saddness.
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GAH! its boring!
But what class is the worst?