Zayveon read the letter brought by messenger. It had been a while since he'd been home. Truly home. The manor south of the famous Red Dragon Inn was true, a home, but his true home of the passing centuries was that of a castle. No, not the castle upon the high northern mountains. A castle laid in the deep south. Deep, south. One built long ago upon a land of ice and snow. Few ever came to such a land. There was no visible vegetation. Animals nor people here. Quite simply it was the perfect spot for peace and quiet.
As Zayveon read the letter held with in his clawed fingertips, an eye ridge perked. It would seem five more of his daughters wished to visit home once again. Tabitha had been the one to be kind enough to write their father about their impeding visit. It was interesting indeed how his daughters held bits and pieces of their father in them. Magic wise. Tabitha held the skill of an accomplished Geomancer in her. He had to perk a some what smile at his muzzle with what Lilliana might say upon meeting her. Tabitha's mother was a simple human woman who preferred raising horses over making war. Of course making love, was just how Tabitha had come to be and her mother was one of the few Zayveon had not married after courting. In truth, the reason perhaps was more the short span of time over anything. Tabitha's mother had been killed by an invading Lord and his army. An accident really. She had taken six horses into a small village to sell and was in the wrong place at the wrong time when the invading Lord's army struck the town and decimated it. In the end Zayveon was left to raise his young daughter as a single parent for a time, after he'd slit the throat of the once feared Lord.
Morgatha was coming too it seemed. Truer in look to her mother's heritage indeed. She held similar hair as Tabitha. Long and brown, but Morgatha usually kept hers bound up and wore outfits of crimson with heels. The link to her part heritage could be easily enough noted by the two small red horns atop her head escaping from the brown locks of hair. Yes, indeed her mother had been a form of Demon. Unhappy with several matters, she'd left Zayveon after Morgatha was but five years old in human years.
Kassiopeia and her twin sister Kleopatra were also coming this weekend it looked like from further reading in the letter. Their mother had been a witch. A quite lovely one in fact. Though in time they'd grow to be witches themselves, they dressed more modernly. Kassi, as Zayveon called her, tended to ware short skirts of dark coloring while her twin sister Kleo, as Zayveon called of her, wore the opposite coloring of white. Both seemed to enjoy modern clothing of short skirts, high heels and at times other what would be deemed sexy clothing. The only thing setting them back to being witches was that of their hats. Indeed they wore the classic pointed hats no matter what else they'd chosen to wear that day, or night. Of course, matching hats of black and white to fit each's taste in clothing. Some of Zayveon's daughters were quite independent and once grown up lost their girlish ways. The twins however were always, even in their adult age, their father's girls. Never passing up a chance to sit at their father's feet upon a warm rug and listen to his stories of when he was younger once and long ago. Zayveon could always count on getting hugs from the twins. They loved their Draconian father and had killed more then a few over the years who'd threatened their father's life.
Lilith Anubis. She'd kept the last name of her ex husband, Mordred after their split out of respect for him. In truth, Zayveon believed she still held a deep love for the Dark Elven Lord. It was actually through Lilith joining The Lysandros Syndicate that Zayveon was able to acquire Mordred as a partner with in the Syndicate. A Captain now, Lilith held command over several well armed Corvette class space vessels which in turn commanded over two dozen of the Syndicate's droid frigates upon the stars. Proud of Lilith, as most of his daughters, Zayveon had grown a new respect for his daughter watching her push the Syndicate's agenda through space. Like many of his daughters, Lilith had taken on several traits from her Draconian father. The most prominent being that of the fine art of Necromancy. Which, perhaps had been a factor in her meeting and being married to the Dark Elven Lord for a time. Human by all appearance, Lilith enjoyed long dark dresses and quite often wore that of matching gloves. A trait her father had once done for many years. Like Kassi and Kleo, Lilith had no issue with wrapping her father in a big hug and laying a kiss to his pronounced Draconian muzzle. She was rather proud of her father and his accomplishments over time. It was one thing to learn from a teacher the fine arts of magic. It was another to learn from your own father. Zayveon had taught Lilith every Necromancy trade and trick from the books of old kept upon his hidden library. In time she grew in the way of Necromancy and became a feared name in whispered circles.
Zayveon folded the letter quietly upon his clawed fingertips and glanced over toward that of Burner, the small dragon of crimson scales perched upon the chair near the hearth. "It seems we'll be taking a trip South bound, Burner. Some of the girls are coming home for a visit." Burner perked his small head upwards and gave what could be considered a happy chirping sound as his wings unfolded and flapped in the air.
As Zayveon read the letter held with in his clawed fingertips, an eye ridge perked. It would seem five more of his daughters wished to visit home once again. Tabitha had been the one to be kind enough to write their father about their impeding visit. It was interesting indeed how his daughters held bits and pieces of their father in them. Magic wise. Tabitha held the skill of an accomplished Geomancer in her. He had to perk a some what smile at his muzzle with what Lilliana might say upon meeting her. Tabitha's mother was a simple human woman who preferred raising horses over making war. Of course making love, was just how Tabitha had come to be and her mother was one of the few Zayveon had not married after courting. In truth, the reason perhaps was more the short span of time over anything. Tabitha's mother had been killed by an invading Lord and his army. An accident really. She had taken six horses into a small village to sell and was in the wrong place at the wrong time when the invading Lord's army struck the town and decimated it. In the end Zayveon was left to raise his young daughter as a single parent for a time, after he'd slit the throat of the once feared Lord.
Morgatha was coming too it seemed. Truer in look to her mother's heritage indeed. She held similar hair as Tabitha. Long and brown, but Morgatha usually kept hers bound up and wore outfits of crimson with heels. The link to her part heritage could be easily enough noted by the two small red horns atop her head escaping from the brown locks of hair. Yes, indeed her mother had been a form of Demon. Unhappy with several matters, she'd left Zayveon after Morgatha was but five years old in human years.
Kassiopeia and her twin sister Kleopatra were also coming this weekend it looked like from further reading in the letter. Their mother had been a witch. A quite lovely one in fact. Though in time they'd grow to be witches themselves, they dressed more modernly. Kassi, as Zayveon called her, tended to ware short skirts of dark coloring while her twin sister Kleo, as Zayveon called of her, wore the opposite coloring of white. Both seemed to enjoy modern clothing of short skirts, high heels and at times other what would be deemed sexy clothing. The only thing setting them back to being witches was that of their hats. Indeed they wore the classic pointed hats no matter what else they'd chosen to wear that day, or night. Of course, matching hats of black and white to fit each's taste in clothing. Some of Zayveon's daughters were quite independent and once grown up lost their girlish ways. The twins however were always, even in their adult age, their father's girls. Never passing up a chance to sit at their father's feet upon a warm rug and listen to his stories of when he was younger once and long ago. Zayveon could always count on getting hugs from the twins. They loved their Draconian father and had killed more then a few over the years who'd threatened their father's life.
Lilith Anubis. She'd kept the last name of her ex husband, Mordred after their split out of respect for him. In truth, Zayveon believed she still held a deep love for the Dark Elven Lord. It was actually through Lilith joining The Lysandros Syndicate that Zayveon was able to acquire Mordred as a partner with in the Syndicate. A Captain now, Lilith held command over several well armed Corvette class space vessels which in turn commanded over two dozen of the Syndicate's droid frigates upon the stars. Proud of Lilith, as most of his daughters, Zayveon had grown a new respect for his daughter watching her push the Syndicate's agenda through space. Like many of his daughters, Lilith had taken on several traits from her Draconian father. The most prominent being that of the fine art of Necromancy. Which, perhaps had been a factor in her meeting and being married to the Dark Elven Lord for a time. Human by all appearance, Lilith enjoyed long dark dresses and quite often wore that of matching gloves. A trait her father had once done for many years. Like Kassi and Kleo, Lilith had no issue with wrapping her father in a big hug and laying a kiss to his pronounced Draconian muzzle. She was rather proud of her father and his accomplishments over time. It was one thing to learn from a teacher the fine arts of magic. It was another to learn from your own father. Zayveon had taught Lilith every Necromancy trade and trick from the books of old kept upon his hidden library. In time she grew in the way of Necromancy and became a feared name in whispered circles.
Zayveon folded the letter quietly upon his clawed fingertips and glanced over toward that of Burner, the small dragon of crimson scales perched upon the chair near the hearth. "It seems we'll be taking a trip South bound, Burner. Some of the girls are coming home for a visit." Burner perked his small head upwards and gave what could be considered a happy chirping sound as his wings unfolded and flapped in the air.