Hybird - The Story Begins
#1 of Hybrid
The Hybrid
By reading this, you should know that this contains little to no "yiffing" while there will be sexual references this story is not being made for the sole purpose of erotica. Raven Melbourne is my character, and mine alone. I have had him for over five years. I roleplay as him and I love my characters very much. Now then, shall we start the story?
Raven, a man who was neither Elf, nor Dragon. He was somewhere in the middle, caught between the two races. He stood around six feet and three inches tall, weighing at most around one hundred and sixty pounds. Due to his unique birth, he possessed the strengths of both races, he was powerful, very adept in the magical arts, and had perhaps some of the best vision. When he was born, a small war was brought upon his parents, the Elve's didn't take too kindly to one of their priestess' being seduced by a blue dragon, where the dragon didn't take too kindly to the Elve's trying to kill him. But, this is a story for another time...
Surrounded by darkness, Raven saw nothing, however the tapping of nails on wood was a constant sound, he couldn't move, he couldn't see. All that the hybrid knew, was that he was hearing something, his lips moved but no sound came out. "Am...I dead?" The words came through his mind like a joke. Finally, a dis-embodied voice chided through his mind. "Kill them...You know they hate you, if they knew who you really was, you would be scorned out of this village as well...You know all too welll...Raven...".
There was a refreshing burst of light as pale eye-lids cracked open, revealing dazzling blue eyes with catlike pupils, Slowly, the hybrid realized where he was, in the middle of the Abyssal Forest, a place where not too many creature ventured and lived. Looking to his left he found Sheshmere [For reference to the appreance of this weapon to more detail, look at "Nightmare"'s weapon from Soul Caliber, the first one with the eye.] It's eye opened, the pupils dilated staring directly at him. Bringing his claw-style'd left hand to his face he sighed "Must you always invade my mind when I sleep? I told you, I would not use you to shed blood again...So quit pestering me about it." Standing he gave a look around the dimly lit area of the forest. No sound, that was normal. But the chill in the wind wasn't, his elongated ears gave a few twitches as he placed his hand on the hilt of the massive heavyblade, nearly as tall as he was. "You brought another person here to try and claim you from me again....didn't you?" As if smiling, the eye narrowed. Suddenly, large men, their souls tainted with curruption and death surrounded the hybrid. "Where's this source of ultimate power at?" Zex, their leader, a rather large men holding a war hammer pointed at the hybrid, standing at the ready. Leather pauldrons donned his shoulders, wolven heads pointing away from his body missing the lower jaws so that the skull could rest comfortably, the rest of his body hidden by a pale blue cloak. That was when the three henchmen busted into motion.
Raven ducked back dodging a dagger slice, as he did the cloak fell from his body, revealing a no-sleaved black leather vest, his left arm covered with dragonic scales his left hand resembled a claw more then anything close to humanoid. With inhuman reflexes the hybrid leaned forward to meet his attacker, a claw gripping ahold of his face, lifting the man from the ground, talon's digging into his skin as Raven slung him to his left hidding the second attacker, both of the humans skidded across the ground before staying put. The third attacker stood, holding his rusted short-sword with both hands in front of him. From the corner of Raven's eye he looked, and grinned. "So...You have some experience with swordsmanship...Why do you follow this idiot?" He straightened himself up, ripping Sheshmere from the ground the tip of the organic weapon pointed at the last henchman. "Well? This weapon is not for the hands of mortals, you cannot even begin to fathom how deep this monster's hatred runs...should your hands even touch him your sanity with crack and his own mental illusions will flood your mind, raping you of whatever thoughts you could have had...Even knowing this? Do you still wish to proceed?" With a gulp, the henchman threw down his weapon, running in the opposite direcction of Raven. Finally, he turned towards the "Leader" Hefting the heavyblade onto his shoulder, letting the tip dip down a bit, almost as if he was trying to "sheath" it onto his back. He knew, this one wouldn't be so quick to heed his warnings.
Zex cursed at his men being so easily dispatched. "So...That's the ultimate weapon? The Destroyer of Kingdoms, the Cursed HeavyBlade....Sheshmere." With it's name uttered, the weapon burned a deep crimson. Raven hadn't known that the weapon had given so much of it's own information away. "So you also know who the wielder is correct?" Raven bent his knee's a little, easing himself forwards, if needed he could make a fast downward cleave and hopefully end this dispute without so much as a scream. Then Zex busted into laughter. "The Demon child of Elrune, The basterd of Abel...Raven Alfadir Melbourne....the monster who destroyed the kingdom of Sheshmere in one night....Tell me, how did it feel to crush so many souls so fast? Did your fingers burn at the feeling of crushing bones and sinew?" Blue eyes narrowed, and black hair flew into the air as Raven dashed forwards, the scaled elbow catching the man by the throat, or so he had thought, the bandit was skilled, bringing the handle of his hammer in the way, let avoiding the blunt of the blow by stepping to the side. However, that in itself was also a mistake, Raven spun on his heel, the heavyblade was brought from the low right, in an upward slash to top left, Zex felt a strong burning sensation, then something pulling at him, as his blood seemed to be drawn to the pupil of the weapon's eye. Laying on the ground, a large gash covering his body, his breath became labored. "So...It is true...A hybrid between the two most feared and respected races of all times did have an offspring...And he holds the worlds most lethal weapon...."
"Tch...I have no desire to the strongest, or the most lethal...I am simply keeping away from you disgusting humans... " Turning, Raven picked up his cloak, finally now that he was awake, he could tie his hair into the braid it needed to be. "Thanks to you, I have to bring my face into public again just to buy new clothing..." In truth, Raven hated the smell of blood, it was to intoxicating to him, with a false move, he could destroy another kingdom. However, each beast did have a weak point, and Raven's was that after every use of his magic, and strength, he needed rest. He hadn't even came nowhere near the level of power he once held before the kingdom of Sheshmere fell. "So, is this really the life I'm to lead...Killing idiotic bandits who follow a stupid dream of the ultimate weapon being their own..." However, unknown to even Raven's keen ears, three pairs of eyes, one of Green, Red, and Yellow watched him from the tree's, hidden in the shadows of the ever unknown "Abyssal" forest. "So...The demon lives, and the monster holds him close on a leash....I wonder for how much longer this Odin can hold his sanity..."
[I realize this is pretty short, however, I wanted to get opinions before I decided to push the storyline further. This is the first time I've revealed this story and most of it has been roleplayed...I will not give any spoilers, BUT if you readers are interested in hearing more of this story, I will be happy to continue it. Please leave your comments below.]
[And furry characters will be incorporated, Once Raven gets to a town >_>]