Private Breeding Request


Khuriya's Clan
REALITY.SYS corrupt. Reboot universe? [Y/N/Q]
Clan Info
What do I desire, when the night is endless and the pain is never-ending?
What do I desire, lost in hell’s own mountain-peaks, while
You and yours rebuild a fallen kingdom’s pride?
I do not know, any more, what I desire.
No, I lie;
I desire the rush of night’s-winds around me,
The gleam of lance-fine blades awash in fire and glory's sweetness;
And to be praised for the blood that I have shed,
The pride I have thrown away for a purpose greater than my own.
I could not follow you into darkness,
But my honor was my downfall.
You threw the shadow off; its midnight claws slipped lifeless
From your gleaming silver soul --
And, hungry, it plunged the fangs of night into my breast
And drank my dragon-spirit dry.
The darkness found me easy prey, and now I share its hunger.
What could you ever know of rejection, of pained despair
For any accolade, of lust for recognition?
No hand of yours would raise to wound me;
But envy’s black desire is there, a wound upon my heart,
And it yet bleeds.
Though the mountain break me,
And the soulless husks draw the breath of life from this unworthy corpse,
Still shall I remain;
Til the night-drake in my breast be killed at last by my own hand,
Or my bones lie bleached in dragon’s-penance beneath a single moon.
What do I desire, lost in hell’s own mountain-peaks, while
You and yours rebuild a fallen kingdom’s pride?
I do not know, any more, what I desire.
No, I lie;
I desire the rush of night’s-winds around me,
The gleam of lance-fine blades awash in fire and glory's sweetness;
And to be praised for the blood that I have shed,
The pride I have thrown away for a purpose greater than my own.
I could not follow you into darkness,
But my honor was my downfall.
You threw the shadow off; its midnight claws slipped lifeless
From your gleaming silver soul --
And, hungry, it plunged the fangs of night into my breast
And drank my dragon-spirit dry.
The darkness found me easy prey, and now I share its hunger.
What could you ever know of rejection, of pained despair
For any accolade, of lust for recognition?
No hand of yours would raise to wound me;
But envy’s black desire is there, a wound upon my heart,
And it yet bleeds.
Though the mountain break me,
And the soulless husks draw the breath of life from this unworthy corpse,
Still shall I remain;
Til the night-drake in my breast be killed at last by my own hand,
Or my bones lie bleached in dragon’s-penance beneath a single moon.
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I see you here. I SEE YOU.
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