Forgotten Past
Young 13 year old Tenerielle has been skipping classes with his father. Random starter story, to be revised and continued.
"tener! Tenerielle Finiar Tonntin stop right there." an young man looking to be 30 some odd years old, arms crossed. his stature that of a knight, Noble and fierce yet the kindest heart one could ever see, and a loving father. His green eyes shone of the brightest forests seen in this kingdom of Yeldar, His hair shining golden black to defy even a moonless night. His build was very strong, his muscles bonded into iron bars from intense training, his abs speaking of in inner fire. Sir Brutus, father of 5 but only two whom were known. He watched his sons take off down the alley, dodging carts and climbing the walls to the roofs, to look down. Tenerielle, young, perchance at age 13 looked to his brother, Shadow. Tenerielle was fine for his age, well built like his father, but he had a cat like face, his features more pronounced. And the hair on his head thick and black, black as tar between the board of the war galleys he sometimes rides, hiding beneath were scaled ears, able to hear more then thought. /His tunic was red and golden hemmed, with black designs in it that help ancient languages, a fiery red cape falling too his calves and inside was hidden two wings, the wings small and incapable of flight, or so it seemed. fur along his back is what his tunic hid, and if not careful it would catch fire at times, burning to degrees hotter then a sun. Lower still yet hidden within the cape was a tail, the fur running to the base, it twitched and flicked, causing small sparks as the scales slid along the ground. He wore a necklace with the charm of the draconian kind. His brother, no better for appearances, was clothed in black, his cape going to his ankles, blood red on the inside and black on the out, it was lightweight and useful. the same features dragon wise so they also too were hidden. Tenerielle peeked over the roof, his sand blue eyes glinting in the sun and spotted her.
They would meet sometimes, in the council were this honest lady worked. She was atop the most respected creatures in the land, but also the most feared and hated. For many counted the human race as pests and feed off their livestock. Dragons. Frayra the supposed monster in crime looked up to the roof and so did the woman, he eyes blood red in daylight catching the sun. Tenrielle blushed and waved down, piping up. " well rid there misses' HOW goes your day!?" with that shadow socked him in the arm and tener caught him by the neck in an atomic headlock, and smiled, his teeth glinting white and slightly sharpened as if feral. He let go of shadow, causing his brother to fall back, and hopped off the wall, his feet landing softly and he smiled at the rider, bowing playful. She smiled and pat the dragons neck, allowing herself down, she then continued to say "hello dearest Tenerielle. My day was good. Just checking out the people seeing if anyone needs our assistance." -he smile radiated and flung flashing white fangs into sight. Her hair swayed lightly in the breeze, shimmering a red in the sunlight, then falling to shade it rested onto her shoulders and down her back, brown in nature. Her sun bleached dress shone with the colors of the rainbows, announcing her magical prowess. As she walked up to hug Tenerielle her rock blue eyes met his and you could see tender love, the whole world around them dissolving.