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Prolouge
BY: Phantom Goddess Centuries ago a lone carpathain roamed the earth. His dark blue eyes roamed over the vast world. His long full black hair was pulled back in its cheque. No one could come against him. For he was the oldest of them all. His name had once been held in aw and respect, and in natural fear by others. Now his name and legend has been reduced to myths and stories to tell to the few young that they have. The four and a half thousand year old carpathian moved silently through the mountian. This formation will fit his needs perfectly. The darkness is overwelming him. Too old to face the dawn and too powerful to turn vampire. Laurent- The Oldest Carpathian only had one choice open to him. To go to ground until his lifemate, his only salvation came to be. To live from the times of many gods to this time and age and still manage to keep his sanity somehow was a miracle in his race. The important thing was that before he decided to go to ground for however long it took to get his lifemate. Laurent had met a young carpathian, named Gregori. Laurent spent several years with Gregori, teaching as much as possible. Teaching Gregori the knowledge he had, gave what little comfort he could strive for. Now he could go to ground and know that his knowledge is in the hands of capable hands. As the dirt covered him deep in the carpathain mountians he wove a spell that would wake him as soon as his lifemate came to know of his exsistance. He closed his eyes and his heart beat once more and his breathing ceased to be. |
