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Post by alaya on Mar 31, 2011 9:07:56 GMT -5
 The child's voice was polite but confused. Kilgharrah found it humurous but he did understand why the child would be confused. It wasn't every day a dragon spoke to a mere human no matter the power the lie beneath the heart. The child was a free soul that had an interesting future ahead of her. She knew not the confines of a cell or the coolness of a chain that tore away the freedom of a being such as himself. To finally be free and yet he still needed to stay inconspicuous or else his race would cease to exist.
Disturbing? No she wasn't disturbing him. Quite the opposite, Kilgharrah did not mind the company of such an interesting child. This Druid would be important later on it the unity of the lands even if she knew not of her own role. And why should she? She was a child high off of the freedom that she took for granted and knew not of the trials that her generation must face to bring peace to the lands. "You do not disturb me. Quite frankly I find your presence intriguing"
Kilgharrah shifted his weight and lifted his head slightly. The child was not too far off from the clearing in which he tool refuge. "Walk towards the clearing if you wish to know my identity. I will warn you now that I am not that of man but of magic" The dragon's yellow eyes watched the child, curious with what the girl would say and how she would respond. It wasn't everyday that he came in contact with a child with an interesting future.
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Post by alaya on Mar 28, 2011 13:47:43 GMT -5
Late night and the dragon was being careful not to be seen. He was just spared recently by Merlin after he let his anger and desire for vengeance take hold of his very being. Why did the king have to make life complicated. Kilgharrah lived a very noble and simple life for thousands of years and now nothing could ever be the same. He had no one. His kind were wiped out and now here he stood, a foolish old dragon and the last of a noble bread. It would be an understatement if he said that the loneliness did not effect him.
He flew over the forest and decided to rest up for the night. He was tiered. True he did enjoy the comfort and freedom of the open air. He had greatly missed it after being trapped in the dungeon. Freedom was a blessing but Kilgharrah was not inclined to take it for granted ever again. No he would savor and protect his right to stay bound by no one and to live as long as time permitted. This upcoming war was going to change everything for the dragon and magical beings alike. He only hoped Merlin could fulfill his destiny and that Arthur would bring back peace and unity.
The dragon curled into a ball on the ground in the forest, hidden from any by standers. He looked like a large bolder in the trees if anyone walked too close. It wasn't long after he fell asleep that a sound of movement reached his sensitive ears. Usually it would not bother him and he would take no notice of it but this was different. For not too far away was a girl in a red cloak and a orb of light. She was part of a peaceful magical society and the dragon had noting against the people. The dragon turned his head so that he could watch the girl. It was very strange for the dragon to care about what a human was up to but something compelled him to take notice of this one. "Good evening child. What compels you to venture here at this hour?" His voice could only be heard in the mind and never spoken out loud unless he wished.
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Post by alaya on Mar 28, 2011 11:44:21 GMT -5
It was dark and cold in the underground caves that served as a prison for the las dragon. There was little to nothing that could be done to release the chains and free the anger consumed beast that was now forced to call those caves home. Twenty years and then some trapped like a rat to just wither away. How could the last of a grand species find themselves trapped in such a manor. The name was all that was needed to be said for anyone to understand the situation. Pendragon.
Uther Pendragon was the reason for the dragon's imprisonment. How he hated the man. He swore that he would take vengeance on the daemon human that tricked himself and a close friend to use the dragon as an example of his hate for magic. Magic gave him his son the now crowned prince and future leader of Camelot. The one who would unite the lands. It also took his wife. So how could he hate magic? It was simple but did that mean he hated his son? The dragon laughed at the thought. He knew that Uther was a hypocrite and needed to be taught a lesson. But how?
The dragon stayed silent as he heard footsteps descend into the caves. Who would be foolish to travel down to the depth of hell at that time? This hell where the last dragon lived did not take lightly to unexpected visitors. The dragon did not see the outside would besides the visions he may have from time to time. How he longed to truly stretch his wings and take to the sky as he did not so long ago. His pride would never leave him and he swore that he would escape one day.
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Post by alaya on Mar 15, 2011 22:17:37 GMT -5
Merlin had arrived at last to the caves. Kilgharrah extended his great wings and took off towards the only opening in the caves. The chain binding his hind leg was always a burden and made flying even more difficult. He landed on the large rock formation directly in front of the ledge that led back into the castle. The boy standing there, holding a torch waiting nervously for the dragon to show was small and, well pathetic looking. How could this boy become the strongest warlock know to man and beast alike? Destinies were strange things and no one person could change them.
"Here, I am here Merlin" The dragon said as he shifted his weight on the rock so he was in a more comfortable position. He had been imprisoned in that cave for twenty years and there standing just feet away was the one person who could free him. Kilgharrah knew he could one day use this boy, this young warlock to break the chains and grant him his freedom. He would bide his time and wait for the right moment however. Now he was more concerned with 'helping' the boy. "You are small for one who's destiny is great" The dragon laughed slightly. He could not wait for the lands of Albion to be united and for magic to once again be permitted.
Kilgharrah knew that the destiny that was to unfold for the young boy was going to be dangerous. He must make sure Arthur ascended the throne and unite the land. Other wise the land that they knew would crumble and the world would fall into darkness. To place such a burden on a young boy who didn't even understand his gift was unthinkable but the one thing that no one had was time. And time was a precious gift that needn't be waisted.
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Post by alaya on Mar 14, 2011 11:00:22 GMT -5
The voice of a girl encoded in his head. Kilgharrah wondered for a moment of he had called forth the illegitimate child Lisa Kentura. Maybe to warn her of something or maybe it was to inform her to choose wisely of which side of the battle she would take. There was a possibility of the Great Dragon calling the child. There was a war developing and all people worthy of the grand destiny needed to be present. Kilgharrah knew that he should be made scarce after his attack on Camelot but out here who would find him if he didn't want to be found.
Come child, to the field. Lisa Kentura, come. Kilgharrah stated mentally to the girl and only the girl. This could have been that string that pulled him to that very location. Fate bring together the very youth that would lead the greatness of Albion. Kilgharrah stayed still, looking like a simple bolder. He was not to move until he was sure that the only other person in that field was the very child he summoned for. What could lie in wait for the citizens of the grand kingdom slowly crumbling under its current regime. There were many aspects of the future the dragon had yet to figure out but soon this meeting would make sense.
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Post by alaya on Mar 13, 2011 16:59:35 GMT -5
With wings outstretched against the darkened night sky, Kilgharrah soared neither looking towards the grand expanse before him nor the vast lands that lay in his waste. He was not looking to dwell on past actions, the pain and suffering that never left his heart and his hatred for the mere humans who cause him his pain. There was nothing more that could be done only help those worthy of his word to fight for a brighter and better future for the whole of Albion. It was a huge burden to placed on the younger generation in Camelot but there was a spark among the youth that kept the hopes of the old dragon strong.
Looking down at the cloud laced depth below him and the star covered sky above the dragon silently descended to the earth bellow. There was little reason for his decent. He was not physically fatigued, and his mind was, as always swarming with the wisdom of the ages. No, his motives for landing that night in a clear field of lush green grass surrounded by trees and forest we still not clear. He had not been summoned but there was a pull as if a string was attached to his very torso and his hear beating on the right side of his body. Something compelled the creature to land in that spot, at that time and whatever that feeling was the dragon could not shake it.
The scents of fresh grass and decaying leaves of the forest overwhelmed the dragon's senses. Kilgharrah curled his large neck and rested his head on his gigantic claws as he pulled his tail around him. He closed his eyes and from afar looked like a large bolder along the edge of the forest. His breathing was deep but he was not asleep. Quite the opposite, he was very alert and waiting for whatever it was to happen. For once his gift in site did not prepare him for this moment but the future was always a strange thing.
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Post by alaya on Mar 12, 2011 14:01:33 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Kilgharrah
.:Nick Name:. The Great Dragon
.:Age:. Time means nothing to one that had lived for thousands of years
.:Race:. Dragon
.:Status:. nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
Kilgharrah is a massive creature made of magic and had survived countless years and the destruction of his own kind. Standing over twenty feet in height this proud beast is covered from head to the tip of his tail in darkened scales harder than steal and smother than glass. His large legs ripple with muscles as he walks and his entire body is layered in thick and strong mussels surrounding sturdy but hollow bones. He is a built and large creature with sharp, enormous claws, for on the front two legs and five on the hind legs. His elongate neck is laces with spike like spines that stretches down his spine to his tail with two sharp bone spikes. When his wings are outstretched the light shines through the thick skin that creates the over forty foot wingspan. His snout houses his sharp numerous teeth and placed right in the nook of his hear are two huge golden eyes. His eyes with large slits as pupils are not only intimidating but shine with the wisdom of the ages past and yet to come.
.:Height:.
over twenty feet in height while on four legs
.:Portrayed by:.
Voice of John Hurt
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.
Kilgharrah acting as a mentor to Merlin is very wise and knowledgeable of the future but his greed can take the best of him and at times he is selfish. He takes pride in the wisdom that he has gained throughout the ages and why shouldn’t he? Being the last member of his proud species he had a lot to offer and much to withhold. He is an easy figure to distrust and fear. His harsh nature and compelling need to make his advice confusing can torment the minds of those he is helping. Through this rough exterior do have genuine feelings for others and does think about the welfare of some humans, though he almost never shows it.
Kilgharrah as the last member of his species is a vengeful creature and can hold grudges for the longest time. He is full of hate and rage for the loss of his kind and has no fear in showing it. This rage is deadly but can be subsided. Besides his harsh implacable self, Kilgharrah possesses a dry and harsh, almost strange sense of humor. He has a terrible habit, or is it more of a game, of displaying this humor at the wrong moments or just in a way that others can never understand and can find insulting at times.
The Great Dragon values deeply his freedom and will do just about anything to stay free. He can not stand being locked away and humiliated like some common animal. He is a very proud creature of magic and has seen more than anyone and desires respect. He despises his warnings not taken to heart and his advice not being followed. He believes that if he is asked for help those seeking his wisdom must obey. There is a kindness to the Dragon but he doesn’t take to intolerance and desires more than anything a free and better Albion.
.:Strengths:.
His strength, wisdom, magic
.:Weaknesses:.
His rage and vengeful nature, Dragonlords, being the last of his kind
.:Magic Abilities:.
Breaths Fire, Seer, Is a Being of Magic.
.:Special Skills:.
Seer
.:Accents:.
none really he speaks in ones mind.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:.
Born in the White Mountains of Albion
.:Family:.
Mate and entire species has been wiped out.
.:Occupation:.
Nomad, Mentor/Advisor to Merlin.
.:Current Location of Residence:.
Wherever the wind currants take him.
.:History:.
Before the Great Purge Kilgharrah live in freedom. He was respected and feared. When Magic was tolerated he ruled the skies and answered to no one but his brethren, and Dragonlords whom he considered kin. He could do as he pleased, but never killed or destroyed without reason. He had trust and kindness and once believed that he could never be turned. Kilgharrah had a mate that he cared for and loved immensely and he was happy. He watched humans and mages battle and change. How pitiful the species was but knowing that they were the ones who would bring forth a grand leader who would bring light to a darkening world. Slowly as the Great Purge drew closer, his own hear filled with shadows and started to harden. The massacre of his species and the death of his beloved mate tore his acing heart. He witnessed the deaths of his brethren and no matter how much he tried he could do nothing to stop the slaughters.
The Great Purge was nearing its end and Kilgharrah was now the last Dragon on the Earth. It was a burden he did not want to hold. His love, family everything was gone and the one man responsible was the King of Camelot, Uther Pendragon. His hatred for that man was great but grew when he was imprisioned bellow the castle in darkened caves never to see the light of day again. He was an example, humility to all magical beings and slowly he was to suffer. Dwelling in those caves with no visitors, only the memories and the visions of what was to come kept the solitude of the prison from consuming his soul. Being chained to the caverns left very little room for the great beast to move but he was still granted the ability to stretch his wings somewhat but no matter how much he tried the pain would never drain from his broken heart.
Kilgharrah soon meets the young warlock and it is a blessing and a curse for the dragon. He does what he can to help the stubborn and sometimes ignorant boy to fulfill his destiny but the rage for Uther never dies. There is little the Dragon can do to be free until he makes a deal with the young warlock. Upon his freedom Kilgharrah takes out his anger and vengeance on Camelot, killing and destroying all in his wake. If not for the young warlock and the powers of a Dragonlord, Kilgharrah would have destroyed Camelot and the chances of a brighter Albion. He still does what he can to guide the young warlock even if his guidance is masqueraded in riddles.
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