khaven-nitefall

Enter your text here...My name is Khaven. Those I concider friends call me Khay. I was born in a small village too far to recall its name to a loving mother and father. They were greedily taken from me when I was far too young to be without. I refuse to recall in these passages what exactly occured that warm summer night outside our small home. It is far too macabre, even for these parts. The only part that matters is I was left alone to fend for myself. Or so I thought. The soulless creatures decided I was far too delicate to be left alone, choosing to save me, so they said from a cruel life as an orphan. Deception was curdling in their words, but I was nieve and blinded in the agony of losing all that I had loved and held so dear. The perfect, dream of a life I had once claimed, quickly became an endless black nightmare.
My new 'home' was to be a brothel, a house for infidels and lonely men who only craved the touch of a woman's flesh. The crude wench who owned such an establishment was a lykos who had a malicious persona towards those of my race. She tried to break my spirit and soul over the years with countless nights of warming the beds of who ever she so chose.
I hated the world I had come to know, too scared to love, only foolish enough to befriend one. Her name is beyond memory now, but she was beautiful and strong. She had spirit and only she knew my deepest desires to get away. In the dead of night, with no one to keep guard, we ran. Come morning when two beds were empty they came for us, as we lay sleeping they took their chances and attacked; a band of lykos sent by the Brothel Mother. We seperated, I never turned back or let my feet resy until they had stopped the track. My friend never came for me. A new void in my soul opened that morning in the knowledge I was yet again alone and without love. With that bit of carnal imformation, I knew I could not let her death be in vein.
I pushed myself for days and nights, with not but the berries in the woods and the water of the morning dew to sustain. I was foolish to think I was safe, as I found myself once again wrapped in chains of slavery, taken by a local Garrison, in a town I never knew the name of.
I spent much of the next few months on that ship, laying next to bodies, some dead, most barely alive. With the twisted and overwhelming stench of rot. Unknowing to me, on the
other end of my voyage laid a life filled with wonder and hope for me. A man buy the name of Konosai laid claim to me at an auction. It was in his home I found yet another slave, exotic and a half-breed lykos. Her skin had been sunkissed and radiant from days of playing outdoors, with a body well formed and beautifully toned. Hey eyes were a rich chocolate brown, complimenting the cascades of chestnut that was her hair, tail and and ears; the perfect specimen to anyone who'd look at her. Her external beauty did not match the person inside. I seen in this woman, the solitary person who could take my happiness away. She was two year older than me and I hated her from day one. She was 15 years aged, and I was merely 8. There was no way to compete.
Two years came and went before another was to be brought in; a young fox looking
girl with mint green hair and amethyst eyes; Mayu. I seen much of my late friend in her, yet she was so much younger. I protected her, guiding her through fighting and grammar in what free time I had. This went of for several years, until that night my life spiralled out of control once more.
I had stormed out of supper, rather pissed with Kaora and Konosai for the way they'd been acting for several days; a secret to tell us. Mayu followed me out of the room abandoning her favourite meal of noodles and a type of bread coated vegetable roll. I found my way to a natural hot spring kept within the confinds of the manor, my foxy side-kick on my heels. We heard a crash from the dinning room and my master calling for Kaora to go, he'd look for Mayu and I. That was the last time I was to hear Konosai's voice.
They came for us, finding our hiding place within the steamy waters. I only needed to look once to know they were the same bastards that took my parents from me so long ago, were once again threatening to destroy my home; the place I had come to love more than anything in my entire life. I took matters into my own hands taking up my sword sending Mayu to our room for cover, but she had been too afraid to move let alone run the length of the manor. For her own safety I handed her my dagger Master had given me as a token of his love.
The fight waged for hours, my muscles crying for me to stop but I knew I couldn't, I knew that I needed to protect Mayu if it took my life. In the sea of a million faces Mayu had spotted someone long lost and dear to her in the band of assassins; her brother.
He recognized her as well, despite the eight years of their seperation. He came to aid, fighting against his comrades and brothers in arms that he had known as family to protect the only real piece of family he had left.
I left Mayu with him, in search of my beloved. I found him, mortally wounded and bleeding with no control. I ran to his side and placed his head on my lap. I let tears fall down my cold face I swore to him it would be okay. Hi died in my arms that night never knowing I loved him with all my heart. Mayu and her brother stole me from him, tearing me away from the life I had known for eight long years.
Not being able to escape my horrible past, or the men who caused it, they fallowed us deep into the woods, attacking us when we all slept. The ultimate sacrifice was made Mayu, when her much loved brother took a knife meant for his sister. His death was in vein, with my back turned, fighting the relentless onslaight of men, Mayu spotted an archer from on high as he left the arrow fly. It landed in her heart, keeping her alive long enough for me to hold her hand, her brother grasping her other. Together, holding hands, I had to once again watch all that had mattered to me be ripped from my grasp, leaving me alone.
For two years I travelled a long, tiring path, and I found myself in a city millions of miles away from my haunting past, a place called Gahlen with only a few things- the necklace my mother gave me, some tags, and the clothes on my back. A chance to start again, my chance to be reborn.

Piczo