Galor

Galor- Lab assistant
Personality: Wise, timid, cowardly, threatening.
Hobby: Powering over others with fear, being a great ally to any harmfull villian.

"Come please, my young humuorus, my old wisely ones, I am no tale of bore, for my name's Galor. If I look like a freak, then I shall destine you be tortured in shrieks, so flee, if you thy not pleade for me to take lead. Look over there, do you see that old tree? Its trunk is trimmed bare, where woodpeckers are rare, and chirp hyperly. That's where my past has lain, where my glory's been slain, left only of sorrow to claim. I had been captured in lairs, my ancestors no care, chained up in pairs, set to let my fury flare. A god had heard my prayer, sent a hero into the slavery lairs. It was my survival near the end when the loyal one was lent. I was weak and hallow, shattered and shallow. Come here, my holy friend. I am oldly for one, but I can make a diversion, taking your life placing it back on the path to its rightfull end. And as it spoke, it tossed me a blackened green cloak. As I laid my eyes upon the Nocturne, my face had changed along, full of cocern. If it were caught, a severe lesson woukd be taught. Wear my charming gift to you for you in darkness to be disquised, dor you aren't as important to them as to me, my fwithfull boy...besides... The Nocturne had trailed away, pausing to think, but to no avail. It shook the thought away, its claws like hooks unlocked the cell, where it was time for play." Galor paused, looking past the mimicking sheet of glass where 3 test subjects lay, tied up in linen fabric. Galor cleared his throat, for he gave up on rhying anymore. "Blicken. His name was Blicken. And don't get me wrong, he has his rights." Gslor looked up, knealing his head backwards seeking back in time in acknoladgement. "Yes, even though his plan was bewilderly unspeakably doubtfull, turned out his predictions folded perfectly to his words." Galor's head had laid down to hold gaze of the three's eyes, feeling a sudden feelig deep inside. He slowly mumbled to himself, but the room was still and quiet, it could be easily heard by the three test subjects. "I was only simply left to starve, and you three are going to be tortured with chemicals and diseases.." Galor lowered his head, his eyes looking back at the lever to accsess a deadly mist that contained a dreadfull disease. As he spoke, his voice cracked, and he pulled over his hood so they couldn't see a silent tear leak down his scarred face, a tear of sorrow and discrace of himself. "W-who am I chanting about freedom and escape when you guys are tied up about to be wasted...." The three dragons sat quietly, one who had earlier cried when they were placed into the glass room, her eyes round filled with understanding love, comfort, and pleadeness. Galor held her gaze silently, and took off his hood. He took the key to the chamber's door and untied them making them stand there, not knowing of what to do. Galor switched glances at the two male dragons, and asked slowly. "Please forgive me, and accept my apology." He stepped aside, the exit free in their bare visible eyes. They began to dart through the exit when Galor spoke quietly again. "Take me with you... Blicken will torture me to death when he finds me.." He whimpered, feeling selfish once he had said it. Why, when he almost killed them would they save him so he wouldnt die? The three exchanged looks, and finally the female imperial nodded, reaching out her paw to take Galor's recieving him a small delicate smile.