The sky was lit with the moon lighting up the vast a variety of strange creatures, fighting and living in harmony. Dragons fly, dancing amongst the clouds as the air softly brushes against tree leaves. Though it is known for many species to live amongst each other, it was also known elves and dragons have always been close in kinship, yet only this time there was someone different, someone who's name, one of many, is Nikodemus De'zul "Pral Mior" Casui Dracul.
His legacy began long ago, with a young shadow dragon drow lythair, an elven werewolf, by the name of Dazi Stonesoul. She was of a beauty that in her land, even to be elven and look that beautiful was a rare delight and a huge danger. With her 5'4 in height, slightly bronzed tone skin, long silver white hair and a deep bluish moon stone iris eyes, Dazi gave the appearance of a delicate flower. She was always peaceful and quiet, and much of the other drows chose not to associate themselves with her, even most dragons knew she was the most vicious in her immediate drow kin and chose to keep their distance. She was orphaned as her parents, after her birth, we're slain by oath breakers. Most elven can link to dragons with a proper contract, and the oath breaker was linked to the dragons of the shadows. He ventured deep into the caves of the dragons and massacred a nest filled with hatchlings, only leaving what he and the assembled crew of drows couldn't find, Dazi and four freshly laid hatchlings, still eggs cold and yearning for their mothers heat.
Dazi was clothed in royal garbs. She only wore bottoms as her dragon father told her, "there wont be much need for the torso wear. we are dragons clothes arent suitable when the time comes to fly fight breathe the flame or lay waste to many lands". Her skirt was black and maroon, a sliver rope wrapped a few times around her waist and dangles with tassels and the ends. She lived beneath the king shadow dragotha, Evristhmyr, Dazi became Evristhmyr's only child. Scales covered her body over the areas of major consequence, and from time to time her eyes would change to that of drow, dragon, or wolf. It's said that she was called the silver scaled wolf before time of her conception of her sweet Bella Dracul. Dazi unique and beautiful, fell into a rampaging spiral after losing her family to the drow oath breakers and began searching for the drow to exact vengeance, until the day she met, him.
Stern but soft violet eyes stare directly at her not once removing their gaze. Tall and grey toned skin, stood Lakamir Dracul, an elf with long white hair and clear statement of him being drow as a single pure white braid wraps around his shoulder, as the rest of his hair is pulled back in a bun. Fully dressed in royal garments colored purple and white with silver trimming. A shoulder cape one side a deep maroon and the other violet, as around the edges a onyx flora decorum. A lovely ruby flat and lightweight, but a big as a human fist sets in the center with a small puff of of smog embedded into it as the insignia of the shadow dragons. In the upper right of his torso, almost resting on his shoulder, latched upon his clothing a broach of his kingdom. A silver dragon makes the bordering, in the center a violet, the petals never wilting and resting in the center is the obsidian insignia of the Dracul. It was often Lakamir would go by and visit old dragons he's fought with, even to pay respects to the one he's had no choice but to kill. The alpha of the nest, before his illness, made treaty with Lakamir. So long as he does not kill anymore dragons without reason and trail, he can return as an ally Lakamir agreed to the terms and conditions and returned to keep an eye on his new allied force, but Dazi was becoming more and more familiar with the young drow.
After many centuries pass and the late alpha had fallen, the new alpha of the shadows dragons lived amongst his horde. As the new head shows no care for his kin, the majestic beasts could feel the shift in their nest and began to look for an alpha who cares. Lakamir began to return only for the lovey Dazi, many a time courting her to pleasantries and love from his dark heart. Joy filled this new couple as many events began to take place and one event only a hatchling gave warning, but none believed. The young hatchling was named Efniis by the dragon Soule, the ancient Dragantrigon spirit stone. also known as the heart of dragons; it's lore held by a great teller of stories by the name Bogejun Krespin. Efniis lands next to Dazi attached only to her womb dances around the lythair breathing her flames of low heat beneath Dazi's belly signaling the she is pregnant. Efniis did this ritually for four months and soon after the lady Stonesoul started showing Efniis would lay upon her belly and sleep.
On a crisp windy evening, Efniis began acting strange, first biting Dazi's belly and then burning down everything around her. Lakamir didn't understand nor did Dazi, until the first pain that brought Dazi to her knees. Lakamir takes Dazi back to his home the Dracul lair. a
As grand as the grand coliseum, a blood fountain sat at it's center, dire wolves protect the gates, and massive statue of an old drow stands looming over the entrance court heel pressed within a strange beast. The doors are as tall as skyscrapers heavier than elephants, yet Lakamir kicks in one door panel, with ease and carries Dazi to his bedroom after a four day travel to the lair. He calls to his servants to tend to her and prepare the lair for a new baby.
Dazi had never really traveled to far away from her home or the nest so this was of new to her. Though amidst all of the elegance, Dazi's pain becomes great and she blacks out. After an entire month later, Dazi awakens. Lakamir had left a very detailed note stating his absence and notifying the term of how long hed be away. Dazi cried feeling forsaken and abandoned, until she screamed with pain.
The midwife, Hasmira, a dark Faye appears and rushes to gather all that is needed to assist Dazi, but in the moment Hasmira touches Dazi the Faye takes her last breath and wilts into nothing. Dazi's screams shook the lair and no one would come to aid her as no one would mess with a drow lythair that has shown several times throughout her pregnancy that she can and would kill without second thought. Finally after seventeen hours and the day of may ninth Nikodemus Dracul was born.
Nothing much, since the day Niko had been brought into the world, happened but all dragons of many different races gathered and began to lay outside the lair of Dracul and it seemed as if they were awaiting something. Two years pass and though the young Niko was getting older, Dazi's mind was still stuck from the day her Lakamir left. Her mind and heart became heavy and she made the decision not to risk raising their son without Lakamir being back in her arms again. So Dazi, though never really using her dragon like abilities for more than destruction, found through her pain and sorrow, a new gift. She looked to Niko and grabs him leaving out from the lair, and with none to stop her she travels upon an older dragon, a young Geravis Ysmi, back to the nest of shadow dragons.
Nothing had changed in appearance since she had been gone except the barren lands of the dragons nesting area. Dazi slides down from the teenaged smoking dragotha and bounds towards where she would find the same leaf covered stone house, where she encountered the majestic Lakamir Dracul. Once she was inside she covered the windows heavily with leaves of the surrounding greenery of the dragons nest and begin breathing on Niko. An ice like wind sets upon the young ones skin and he cries and cries as what his mother was doing did not serve as comfort to the him.
The crying had silenced after a few minutes as Niko, though very young, found his flame as a dragon. Niko body warmed itself as Dazi blew. Ice began to form around Niko growing in size, like a iced coffin, encasing the young drow. Dazi's tears stopped, the freezing of her son was complete and she touches the crystalline casing now holding her son frozen in time and speaks of Lakamir, "he is coming back to me... I know he will come back to me". Dazi began to doubt she'd ever see her mate once more.
A cold night struck the stone house, Dazi stared to the moon, it was the first time since the leave of absence of Lakamir, when all that could be heard was the wind and a variety of footsteps dragons wolves goblins and trolls, and in the moment of her giving a sigh the world around her and the stone structure is uncomfortably quiet. Dazi takes her gaze away from the moon and scans what little she can see in the nest from where she was standing and leaves began snapping at the sound of slow paced footsteps. Nothing made a noise not the birds or the wolves even the dragons didnt even sound alarm for warning. Dazi turned eyes narrowing staring as she always does at the frozen Nikodemus, and loud thudding against the stone house door, and Dazi doesnt answer but steps to be infront of the iced child. The sent of roses and blood began to fill the air and for the first time in a two years and 10 1/2 months Dazi moves her glance from the frozen child only to look up and see a half nourished Lakamir standing in the door way a dead orc and a few more dead minotaurs making a necrotic pathway away from the abode that Dazi has now claimed as her nest.
Vibrations shake up the stone cavern and all within it causing the frozen Niko to vibrate and sift out of the place Dazi froze him. Both Lakamir and Dazi look at each other and fall into each other's embrace as dragon after dragon gather once more, only to add more intensity to the matter at hand. at the very least there were about 85 different dragon races and they all began to focus their fire upon the stone. The ground warming up but not burning, the leaves singe and burn away uncovering the stone house, creating a scene of burning romance, when the young Efniis reappears with a older dragon named Droga.
Droga, the rarest of shadow dragons. Born in the darkest pit given only the most necrotic of foods Droga was the second born black blooded dragotha ever born. matte black scales pure white eyes no iris and no pupil, lands on the nest perch and stands proud giving a mighty roar, shaking the whole of his body, then lifting on his hind legs showing of in arrogance of being this grand majestic beast. He comes down and steps in behind Efniis, both giving dragon chirps, speaking to eachother closing in close to Dazi, but neither pays her or Lakamir any attention as their eyes lock onto the frozen Nikodemus. Efniis begins setting a flame to the frozen Niko, when Droga places his tail in front of Efniis, turning its head to look at her then he turns back to the encasing and shuts his eyes waiting for something. Efniis lifts up on her hinde legs and gives a roar much stronger than a elder dragon and with open jaws comes down and rips through Droga's flesh. Pooling, out as black as the abyss, blood begins to fill the sealed ice.
Efniis cries out as her kin has sacrificed his life for the frozen prince and a loud snap silences the surrounding area. Dazi's eyes widened at the sound and stands there staring at her husband, "Sin-", her words cut off as he places his hand over her mouth. He grabs Dazi at the waist pulling her closer to him. " My dear Dazi, Bella is getting older and starting to get curious and adventurous. It's been a while since he's been encased in this ice, I don't think his heart will beat again. I don't think he will-", Dazi pounded on Lakamir's chest pissed with his doubt, until a shatter and sounds of falling shards of ice fill the atmosphere. A bright flash comes from the moon and stone house begins to glow. A flap from a few young hatchlings flying by, clears the clouds of dirt and smoke. The dragons stopped cooking the stone and it finally goes back to its regulated temperature; dragons have gone back to playing with each other and circling the stone nest, with Droga of no essence to be found and only an almost transparent scythe lies next to Efniis and the baby. Curled around Nikodemus, Efniis looks slightly frozen watching both Dazi and Lakamir, her eyes low and a piercing blue black staring at them. Their heads turn to notice their crying child and Efniis using her snout to warm the little Nikodemus, blowing her heated smoke around his body. The moment Niko opened his eyes, he stopped bawling and beginning to feel the warmth and vibration of Efniis's low humming breaths, and he giggles briefly as this lulls him to sleep.
Dazi knew Bella would be suspicious of her new baby brother, but something seemed to bring happiness at the thought. The former lady Stonesoul looked at her husband, "now our family is complete", she goes to pick up Niko from Efniis, with caution, and carefully presses him close to her bossom to keep the warmth upon Niko's body. A few tears shed from her eyes blurring her vision, not noticing the smoke rising from the closed eyelids of their son. "we will call him Nikodemus; my little Niko", and Lakamir pulls off his cape and wraps Dazi hold their son and holds her.
As the night begins to blacken the surrounding area many dragon enter to see the unfrozen niko, even one of the eldest, Svlagrun and the alpha or so called "dragon king" Karvaug came to spectate this miracle child. Only when the alpha enters, Nikodemus cries out. The alpha tilts its head and puts a massive eye with an ambre of green and yellow upon Niko, and the child stops as he looks in the dragons eye. Niko reaches out to touch the dragon king and when the young prince places his hand upon the scales, the dragon falls dead cause every dragon to roar, making the stones of the entire nest quake. Dazi and Lakamir look stunned not understanding what has taken place, but Lakamir chose not to linger for he didnt know what the consequences were from the untimely death of a dragon king.
Lakamir gathered Dazi's belongings, the scythe laying where Nikodemus, Efniis, and Droga were, returns to Dazi and leads her outside where every dragon in the nest was standing facing the family of whom is missing one Bella Dracul. Lakamir rips open a portal, and a spinney onyx egg rolls beneath it, stopping in rest at the tall Lakamir. He looks up to behold a wyvern, her wings spread wide and scales glistening from the flames flickering around them, eyes a crystal blue and talons black; looking sharp enough that just a touch from them could pierce mithril. This long neck and even longer two tailed wyvern stood above the portal staring down at them. She wraps her neck around the portal and comes downs to meet the unfrozen niko and her tongue comes out and wraps around the egg picking it up and placing it on top of niko, as he is within his mothers embrace. The wyvern rises and flys off cutting through the clouds, and most of the other dragons followed behind her. Both parents curious and unsure of why a dragon would give up her hatchling, step through with Niko and the onyx egg, and when entering the lair they were met with silence and spectators.