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[color=920ee8][b]Status:[/b][/color] [color=C23F5B]Alive / Well[/color]
[color=920ee8][b]Location:[/b][/color] [color=C23F5B]Outside the Tavern[/color]
[color=920ee8][b]Response:[/b][/color] [color=C23F5B][@Redpandagamer][@Forsythe][@Kumbaris][@Searat][/color]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeeNxYqzePg]Theme Song[/url] 

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[hider=284 Years Prior]
[color=C23F5B] Alduin sighed a breath of arid smoke as he looked upon the Mesmer child, it had been almost ten hours since his arrival to this cave and he was still struggling against his bindings. Looking at him now, there were dark bloody burns up and down his arms, the ropes had literally burned through his clothing and deep into his skin. Slowly diverting his eyes to his hatchling whom was curled up in a corner sleeping, he wondered if this child could truly be saved. Even as old as he was, he certainly did not know a lot about the Mesmer none the less their half breed striplings. Alduin had only ever meant one full blooded Mesmer in his hundreds of years alive and the meeting was not exactly peaceful, the tear in his right wing which held an awful scar was the proof of that encounter and the fact that he almost lost his ability to fly permeanantly. Alduin did not like Mesmer so in turn he did not like their whelps either, it just so happened to be a twist of fate that one of them saved Xevoaren, even if it wasn't on purpose and would have most likely killed him too if he hadn't interfered. Blood rage on the other hand, that was something he knew well, it was a curse that the Mesmer share with other creatures who survive on blood. Most creatures who have a instinctual need for blood must learn to control the urge, to control the hunger, this is something done in many years and through guidance by Elders. To reach this stage is rare, and half breed Mesmers have it even worse, the blood of a full blooded Mesmer is like pure poison to humans, so the fact that their whelps had it in their veins made their early years a living nightmare. They needed guidance and it was apparent that this stripling did not have any, perhaps that was the strongest of his reasoning not to slay the boy here and now. True, his hatchling would depise him if he killed the boy but Xevoaren was not the reason he stayed his claw, he stayed his claw because a boy should not have to die because his father abandoned him to a fate like this. The rage was strong but it was possible to come back, but only if the boy was strong enough mentally from the start. 

Alduin moved across the cave, his footfalls making subtle impact tremors that would echo slightly against the walls, approaching the boy he allowed himself to sit directly across from the flailing half breed whelp. Now that he looked upon the boy he did pity him, it was obvious from his appearance that he had not been well taken care of. His body was emaciated, his clothing were in tatters even with the burns from the ropes, his skin pale and sickly, if Alduin had to guess he had been starving for a very long time before the sickness took him over. The boy had tried to fight it but was not strong enough on his own, he could not blame him for giving in to the rage. What an ironic situation, to be faced with the child of a creature he loathed right in front of him and he was merely watching him. [color=gold][b]"Stop struggling whelp, your strength will never be enough to break those ropes. I made them specifically for your kind, a full blooded Mesmer could not hope to escape them so you definitely will not."[/b][/color] To the dragons surprise the boy suddenly stopped struggling at the sound of his voice and would look up, straight into the dragons eyes. Alduin would lower his head and meet the boys gaze with his own, his large nosatrils would flare as smoke hit the young whelps face. [color=gold][b]"Do you believe you can hypnotize me with your weak gaze stripling? My will is neither weak nor susceptiable to such a tactic."[/b][/color] Alduin spoke matter of factely, slowly the boys eyes would shift past Alduins girth and beyond him, turning his own gaze he would realize the whelp was looking at his hatchling nestled in the corner. This boiled a quick anger in him, no one, especially a mesmer whelp was going to harm his hatchling, raising his arm his serrated talons seperated as he intended to slash the boy down for even considering hurting his... [b]"Fri.. friee.. friennd?"[/b] Again, Alduins claw was swayed as he cocked his head. Looking closer the boys eyes softened ever so softly, soft tears would stream down his dirty cheeks.

Alduin would sigh heavily, he was going to regret this, and if he didn't than his helping of a Mesmer whelp would haunt him either way. Reaching foreward he would place his claw against the ropes and slice through them like a hot sword through butter. The whelp, free, would instantly spring to his feet, his speed was blinding as he moved, with one simple swipe of his tail the mesmer whelp went flying to his back sliding across the bumpy rock. Again, the boy jumped back to his feet, reaching his arms down he went to all fours and lowered himself to the ground like a predator as he circled slowly in front of Alduin. No doubt the whelp was trying to find his way around Alduin, to what end he did not know and he was certain that he intended to not find out. Watching the boy cloesly he waited for the attempt, it cam suddenly, the boy would move foreward quickly on all fours, swinging his tail again to whack the boy he would realize the little whelp had already changed direction and was attempting to get by in the opposite direction, extending his wing out and moving it fast a gust of wind would strike the hald breed whelp and throw him back once again, this time smacking against the wall with force. There was a slight moan as the boy shakily got back to his feet, slower this time as he glared at Alduin. His attention however was directed away from Alduin and to his still outstretched wing, for whatever reason the whelp seemed to be mesmerized by it, his whole demeanor changed, his eyes slightly softened as he took a couple steps forward. Again, Alduin cocked his head at the sudden change in the boy, taking his eyes just briefly off the whelp he would look at what the boy was staring at. He realized slowly that the whelp was mesmorized by the large tearing scar on his wing. 

Alduin wondered why but he would allow the boy to approach if nothing else than to see where this would go, the half breed aproached with almost a child like curiosity reaching his hand forward he would place his hand against the roughened scar and trace his hand down it. His first instinct was to drive the whelp away, a mesmer whelp touching him was an act of great defiance for him, however, he stayed himself as he allowed the young mesmer to touch his wing. Eventually, the boy would back away slowly and look up at Alduin, removing his tattered shirt he would reveal a large scar that went from his right shoulder, down his chest, and would stop near his waste line. The scar was tattered and rough, it had not healed well, it looked a lot like a slash from a sword or even a talon. Who would do a thing like this to a young boy? This did not happen recently as it was fully healed. Pointing to the scar on his own body he spoke: [b]"Father... hurt me... You...? Who... hurt you..."[/b] Alduin was taken a back as the boy actually spoke coherently if not abit slow, his father had done this to him? How could any father do that to their hatchling?[/color] [color=gold][b]"I was hurt by another in battle stripling, why did your father hurt you like this?"[/b][/color] [color=C23F5B]The whelp would go silent as he lowered his head and looked at his feet, it took a moment but Alduin would see tears falling to the rock below. He was silent for a time but when he would speak Alduin would feel his ire rise at the answer: [b]"Deserved... mother died... my fault..."[/b] Surely the young half breed was talking about his mother dieing from childbirth? There was no way that was his doing but rather his fathers, it was a well known fact that those who carry the offspring of the Mesmer die during birth. 

[b]"Lonely..."[/b] There was a sadness to his voice as he said this one word, the young boy would look over past Alduin again at his sleeping hatchling. Alduin's eyes softened ever so slightly as he was starting to understand now. Against his better judgement, Alduin lowered his wing and would allow the Mesmer child to bypass him. Sluggishly the young boy would saunter past and to the corner where Xevoaren was sleeping and without even the slightest provacation he lay down next to the hatchling and almost instantly fell asleep. Alduin was silent as he watched them both side by side, with another arid puff of smoke exiting his mouth and nostrils he spoke lowely: [color=gold][b]"Sleep tight Mesmer whelp".[/b][/color][/color]
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[b]Thaddeus, do you need to get anything before we go?[/b]

[color=C23F5B]Thaddeus was broken from his thoughts instantly when Shina asked him about his needing anything. Looking around, Pyrona had finally removed her head from the tavern, well there wasn't a panic going on at least so that was good if nothing else. It had been some time since he had lost himself in memories like that, he wondered why he felt such a strong sense of familiarity with Pyrona? Looking at the dragon closesly he just felt a connection to her but he had no idea why. [b]"Nothing to worry about mi'lady I am always ready to travel, all I need is my sword and a jaunty tune."[/b] Thaddeus did a little jig in front of her as if there was an beat playing around him and smiled widely. 

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