Miroslav

The Exile

Mate: Lady Chardonnay
Siblings: None
Occupation: The ruler of Borderlands
Theme Song: Weavering Clouds



Miroslav is the proud and uncompromising lord of the farthest regions of the clan's terratory.
As a ruler he is sensible and just altough he never seems to actually care about anyone.
Despite his self-righteous attitude he is well respected by the clan and all of it's allies.
He harbours a deep-rooted resentment towards the beastclans.


There was no glory for him in the end. His lands, his fortresses and his brave soldiers... They weren't his anymore. They belonged to his son now, a son who resented him.
Not that he wouldn't feel the same if the roles were reversed.
He wondered what he had been doing all these years. Training his troops? Gathering respect? It all seemed so foolish and short-sighted now. It wasn't his power or influence that had saved him. It wasn't him at all. It was all her.
"Sleep now, my love," the mirror said, her tail curled around him. "It's okay. I'll protect you."
And for the first time in years, Miroslav slept peacefully.




When he was fighting, Miroslav always thought about his friends.
The one who was like a brother to him, always ready to help and support him.
The one who had a crooked smile and never took his words seriously.
The one who scolded him while cleaning his wounds, telling him to be more careful next time.
The girl who shared her dreams with him, the one who made his chest ache with hope.
He was thinking about them when he slashed with his sword, cut with his claws and impaled with his magic. Hordes of enemies fell in front of him, none strong enough to match his determination. He lost the track of time, like he always did. There was simply an unending battle in a field full of blood and wasted lives. Miroslav didn't mind any of that. He fought for something far more important.
***
A monster, they had called him. A murderer. They had ignored his explanations and pleads.
"You killed him," they had said. "It's your fault he's dead."
He had yelled to them, tried to make them understand. It wasn't his fault. How could he have done something so horrible to his own dear friend? Didn't they see how devastated he was?
"Sometimes we all need to make sacrifices," he had said. They had left.
Only the girl remained, consoling him and telling it was going to be okay.
***
They met a beast in the woods. It tried to strike them with it's poisonous claws and Miroslav stroke it down. It had a cub with it. Miroslav gave it a clean kill, a swift death without pain. The girl looked horrified and turned away.
***
He was a lord now, the council had decided. He was a hero, after all. All of the clan celebrated him and everybody wanted him to be the one who would take the responsibility of the new area. His sword had been the one to cleanse the woods so he should be the one to sit on a throne.
He took the throne. He took the titles. He took the mate he was told to.
Some years later he looked at the eyes of the children, his children, and felt nothing. It had been so long since the girl last visited his dreams.
He took the other hatchling to his arms and forced himself to smile. He would at least try to do his duty, no matter how hollow it felt.
***
The council wanted to form an alliance with the beasts. After all the blood he had spilled, all the wounds he had suffered and the friends he had lost, they wanted to let those animals roam free on their lands. He walked out. No beast was setting a foot on his lands as long as he drew breath.
He wondered what his friends would have said.
***
The nightmares were becoming worse. He couldn't take it anymore.
He was going to get the girl back, no matter what he had to do.


"Have you ever had a dream? An idea... a thought so precious that you are willing to give up everything just to see it come true, even a little?"





Art and design by Yorugami~



In Finnish/Suomeksi:

Taistelun keskellä Miroslav ajatteli ystäviään.
Sitä yhtä joka oli hänelle kuin oma veli, aina valmis auttamaan ja tukemaan häntä.
Sitä, jolla oli aina huulillaan omahyväinen virne ja sarkastinen kommentti.
Sitä, joka puhdisti hänen haavansa ja käski häntä olemaan varovaisempi.
Ja sitä tyttöä, sitä joka jakoi hänen unelmansa ja joka rinnallaan hän tunsi itsensä voittamattomaksi.
Hän ajatteli heitä kun hänen miekkansa sivalsi, kyntensä raatelivat ja magiansa repi petoja kappaleiksi. Lukemattomat viholliset kaatuivat hänen edessään eikä yksikään niistä ollut tarpeeksi voimakas torjumaan hänen määrätietoisia iskujaan. Hän menetti ajantajunsa niin kuin aina. Tässä todellisuudessa oli vain loputonta taistelua, hurmeen peittämä maa ja kenttä täynnä hukkaanheitettyjä elämiä.
Sillä ei ollut väliä. Miroslav taisteli jonkin paljon arvokkaamman puolesta.
***
"Hirviö," he olivat sanoneet. "Murhaaja."
He eivät olleet kuunnelleet häntä kun hän oli yrittänyt selittää, eivät vastanneet hänen anteeksipyyntöihinsä. "Sinä tapoit hänet," he sanoivat. "On sinun vikasi että hän on kuollut."
Hän oli huutanut heille, epätoivoisena saamaan heidät ymmärtämään. Se ei ollut hänen vikansa. Kuinka hän olisi saattanut tehdä jotakin niin kamalaa omalle toverilleen? Eivätkö he nähneet kuinka murheissaan hän oli?
"Joskus meidän kaikkien on tehtävä uhrauksia," hän oli sanonut.
He olivat lähteneet. Vain tyttö oli jäänyt lohduttamaan häntä.
***
He tapasivat pedon metsässä. Se oli yrittänyt iskeä tyttöä myrkyllisillä kynsillään ja Miroslav lopetti sen hetkeäkään epäröimättä. Sillä oli mukanaan pentu. Hän antoi sille kivuttoman kuoleman.
Tyttö näytti kauhistuneelta ja kääntyi pois.
***
Neuvoston mukaan hän oli nyt lordi. Olihan hän joka tapauksessa koko klaanin juhlistama sankari. Hän oli puhdistanut metsän raudalla ja verellä joten oli hänen velvollisuutensa istua valtaistuimella.
Hän otti valtaistuimen ja tittelit. Hän otti jopa kumppanin jota hänelle tarjottiin tuntematta mitään tätä kohtaan.
Joitakin vuosia myöhemmin hän tuijotti vastasyntyneitä poikasiaan silmiin tuntematta vieläkään mitään. Oli niin kauan siitä kun tyttö oli viimeksi vieraillut hänen unissaan.
Hän otti toisen vastasyntyneen käsivarsilleen ja pakotti huulilleen lempeän hymyn. Tämä oli hänen elämänsä nyt eikä hän voinut muuta kuin näytellä mukana.
***
Neuvosto halusi tehdä rauhan petojen kanssa.
Sen kaiken jälkeen mitä hän oli tehnyt klaanin hyväksi, kaiken vuodatetun veren ja kaikkien menetettyjen ystävien jälkeen he halusivat antaa niiden elukoiden kulkea vapaasti maillaan. Hän marssi ulos salista taakseen katsomatta. Niin kauan kuin hän seisoi pystyssä, yksikään peto ei tahraisi hänen kotiaan saastaisilla askelillaan.
***
Painajaiset olivat pahempia kuin koskaan. Hän ei enää kestänyt sitä.
Hänen oli pakko saada tyttö takaisin seurauksista huolimatta.




Art by flowerfalls~



Trivia/Notes:

- He really doesn't get along with the rest of the leaders if the clan. The only one who really respects his skills is Diarmund, funnily enough.

- He loves green tea.

- He used to wear armor when younger but stopped because the clanking noise scared all the animals away.

- He can be really paranoid about training. Like if he cannot practice for one day, he will freak out and think he's going to lose his skills.

- He also doesn't allow himself anything he deems 'harmful' i.e. drugs, non-essential medication, coffee, sugar...

- He speaks three languages: Common Sorniethian, Northern Ashfall Coatl and the tribal language of his father's old clan.

- He dislikes his green hair.

- Dividers by Moons!

- Has six kids in total but only knows about three of them.

- Alkoholistikäärme #1




Art by onionbulb~



Art by ConeyIsland~

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