Lordoran lounged by the side of stream on Storm Hill. It was a bright
sunny day, the birds were singing, and the flowers were in bloom. He was
waiting for his girlfriend, as they has a secret meeting planned.
It had become harder and harder to hide their relationship from their
parents, both sets of whom believed Lordoran and Selina were too young to be
romantically involved. What their parents didn't understand, however, was
that the feelings between Lordoran and Selina were not just a teenage crush.
They were truly and madly in love. Their plan was to marry as soon as they
were both 18, with or without the parents' blessing. But Lordoran knew his
parents well, and had the strong feeling that they would support them in
their decision once they were considered adults.. The parents' reluctance
at this stage was purely based on their perceived young ages. Plus,
Lordoran was still studying under the Nobles of Valour and his parents
didn't want anything interrupting his studies. He was destined for
Nobility, and his parents wanted his focus there as opposed to up Selina's
skirt.
Lordoran heard some shuffling through the nearby brush behind him. At last,
Selina has stolen away from her watchful parents and was about to be in his
arms! Lordoran stood and turned to face her, arms open.. But instead of
his beloved Selina, he was face to face with a man dressed in all black,
blood splattering him from head to toe. The man carried Selina's head by
the hair, the look of horror and pain frozen permanently in her lifeless
features. "I asked her to be quiet while I had my way with her, but she
started to scream. So I put an end to that". The man grinned, tossing the
head to Lordoran's feet. "See what happens when you disobey the Legion?"
Lordoran stood staring down in disbelief, frozen and unable to move. His
world crumbled down around him as the realization sunk in that his beloved
Selina was dead. Lordoran passed out. When he finally came to, he was
alone by the stream. The man had disappeared, but not without letting
Lordoran know who he needed to look for. Lordoran knew at that moment that
he would put Nobility aside and join the ranks of the Knights, to fight the
Legion with tooth and nail until either they were all dead, or he was.
Description:
Steel-blue eyes gaze upon you, sizing you up and considering your intentions. A solid nose resides between the eyes, and a firm but smiling mouth below that. A chiseled chin and high cheekbones complete the picture that is the man's visage. Continuing down his frame, you notice his shoulders are broad and his chest and arms muscular. His abdominal muscles ripple through his shirt, his hips are slim, and then his legs protrude out like tree trunks. He is an impressive specimen of a man.
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