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Date Posted: 06/12/07 1:15pm
Author: Durgan
Subject: Where'd you go? I miss you so. Feel's like its been forever since you've been gone.

Zidane could pleasure us all within the span of a day. The voices were screeching inside his head, high pitched and ear drum splitting. He had the stamina of a god Some god. And there was no past tense in referring to his brother, he made sure the lass knew that. He was so well endowed that I didnae think I would be able to.. and that was when he had walked out. He had no idea how his brother had dealt with the harem, nay, enjoyed the harem for so many years. The bluidy bunch of bitches near drove him mad everytime he was unfortunante enough to come across more than one at a time. He never dallied with any of them, they were not his harem, they were Zidane's and he had no right to touch them even if he wanted too. Which he most definitely did not want to do. He may be deaf, but just watching the expressions and the motions of their body told him that their voices would offend every sense he had. He'd escaped from the hustle and bustle of the castle and made his way outside where he could spread his wings and fly without disruption, without anyone begging him to settle some dispute or another, to take command of the clan because he was now Laird, ye ken. In mid air he growled, letting out a roar that he couldn't hear but made those animals in the woods below him go cowering for hiding spots. He was an unique sight out in the night sky. Most of the dragons in their clan looked alike, with varying shades of red scales - Zidane's being the most brillant of them all - however Durgan was different than all the rest in so many ways. His scales were a variety of colors, mixes of reds and oranges, he'd been told by his mam before she passed on that he was like the sunrise when happy and when he was angry he looked like the sunset, taking all the light with him. Och but he missed his mam, nearly as much as he missed his brother. Spotting the spot where he liked to rest, he swooped down and slid into the top of the mountain, coming to a careful stop so not to disturb any of the creatures who called this cavernous hilltop their home. He had been coming here for years and years and him and the little creatures had somewhat of a pact going on. He wouldn't eat them, they wouldn't bother him. He tried to respect their home as best he could as he sat down in the opening of the cave that looked over all of lallybroch. A low groan escaped him as he saw the people milling around aimlessly. He was never meant to be Laird, he didnae want the position nor the responsibility. He felt..suffocated even sitting ontop of the mountain in his dragon form. He knew his brother was alive somewhere out there, he would feel it if he was dead; he would feel empty in his soul, he was sure of it. But...if Dane wasn't dead, where was he? It had been over a year since he disappeared and there was no word from him in the least. How could his brother leave this to him when he knew that Durgan wanted nothing to do with being the Laird? It was said that it had been exactly the same instance when both of them broke out of their shells, so really, either of them could have fought for the position of Laird but that had been Dane's calling in life, not his. Besides, he wanted a deaf, half formed dragon for a Laird? With a great, heaving sigh he rested his large head on his paws, looking out over the horizon.

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