Post by Padre on Jun 24, 2011 17:12:58 GMT -5
Strength and honor was he as the Dragon aka Padre Gazo had decided to leave his cocoon. His haven that became his ground to rest and restoration provided no executioner knew where his home was. He's got security all over the house outside and inside so it was easy. Not to mention a few gargoyles on the rooftop that ought to surprise any intruders. These gargoyles turned into stone one minute then burst from their shells to attack even before the intruder got one step inside the house. Padre did not take any chances with human guards, he wasn't stupid nor ignorant but he left the foe thinking otherwise. People assume a lot about the person their looking at, but one thing is certain that while the bad part of them is there other areas which make them unique is that everyone had their own skills.
Sure, he's made bad decisions and made many mistakes in his past but the truth is that everyone made them. The one part of that was when he was in the dungeon, sure, he's mass mind rolled those innocent bystanders in the park but that did not mean much except he was wrong, had the guts to admit it in fact. The one thing was that he will never change not once or twice, not even many times. Even if he must die, several tortures, and others has proved his will was the strongest of them all. Padre shattered some of his honor and he hated that must of all. Dragon vampires wasn't something you toyed with, their unpredictable and what happens comes fast and swift, no remorse.
The park, this park. Memories of what he did here added to his guilt. No! No! No! He won't let this place pull him down into a hole. The white bandages around his hands was what he used when fighting and training, this prevented too much damage to any carpal or cartilage done to him as long he wore it. He saw a few children, men and women running to romance. He almost envied them cause humanity was something he once was. His family was all he had and his younger brother, Evan Gazo, he was of Moroven's line. Evan was turned after he was but under different bloodlines. Padre took the liberty of calling his brother, let him know what was up, that guy was all about dark entity, when he was human his paintings was so dark that the galleries rejected them. Evan's artistic skills was impressive so he told Padre he built his own gallery and that he was getting plenty of hits.
His former wytchen lover was also with him, and his housemates including his gargoyles all had his back should something go wrong he wasn't going to lose too much, but even if he lost he wasn't the type to give in so quickly. Until the bell rings, until the referee says it's over that's when he will throw down the town. For the Dragon is all about victory, Padre was one of the strongest, but more honorable among the Dragon vampires one has ever known. That is in fact why The Dragon herself chose him to be it. She felt he was special, his skills and strengths will prove possible in her courts, she also made a statement that should anyone mess with him their going to be surprised what they see at the end. Never underestimate your foe, he knew not to, never rushed but always assess them. He can assess the skills of most opponents even before taking them on. Most warriors could. Padre would not mind a challenge, he would love to matchup with someone stronger than he only to strengthen his attributes of course. The stronger the better to a Dragon. Padre was The Dragon's best after all and he knew that by her selections. No one knew him, but he want people to know him, his fears was less and the only thing he feared was breaking his honor.
He closed his eyes, standing at the entrance to the park, listening and smelling the scents of humanity all around him. It was a young night, he has all the time to begin his training here. A young girl with dark, short hair turned and smiled lightly at him, he opened his eyes to smile back. It was obvious she was attracted to him, felt it in fact, her eyes roamed his muscular features especially through the red muscle shirt, sleeveless and showed his bare arms along with matching colored shorts that is best used in the gym. The Steel Razz was coming to town, he needed to make good of it. The Grand Opening where action takes place. Anger was sweet, but so was the violence rolled into one. Dragons are best, next to Marmee Noir, the ones you'll be sure to step between the lines lightly especially their vampires they choose in their courts, Padre taunted and he even allowed his foes to move first only cause he did not need to strike too much.
His fists thrusts, his feet next as it too kicked the air as if he was striking an opponent. Fighting was his life, his entire life. And there was another thing that he was going to prove no one else but himself. He got nothing to prove to them, his torture in that dungeon was what opened his eyes to new possibilities. He was masochistic bastard and knew it himself, pain and all of that was where he prepared for the worse. He would not mind dying, Padre will die in honor never in foolish attempts however.
People screamed, children shouted, their hearts pumping and their arteries calling to him but he knew better to allow the temptation to get to him.
Sure, he's made bad decisions and made many mistakes in his past but the truth is that everyone made them. The one part of that was when he was in the dungeon, sure, he's mass mind rolled those innocent bystanders in the park but that did not mean much except he was wrong, had the guts to admit it in fact. The one thing was that he will never change not once or twice, not even many times. Even if he must die, several tortures, and others has proved his will was the strongest of them all. Padre shattered some of his honor and he hated that must of all. Dragon vampires wasn't something you toyed with, their unpredictable and what happens comes fast and swift, no remorse.
The park, this park. Memories of what he did here added to his guilt. No! No! No! He won't let this place pull him down into a hole. The white bandages around his hands was what he used when fighting and training, this prevented too much damage to any carpal or cartilage done to him as long he wore it. He saw a few children, men and women running to romance. He almost envied them cause humanity was something he once was. His family was all he had and his younger brother, Evan Gazo, he was of Moroven's line. Evan was turned after he was but under different bloodlines. Padre took the liberty of calling his brother, let him know what was up, that guy was all about dark entity, when he was human his paintings was so dark that the galleries rejected them. Evan's artistic skills was impressive so he told Padre he built his own gallery and that he was getting plenty of hits.
His former wytchen lover was also with him, and his housemates including his gargoyles all had his back should something go wrong he wasn't going to lose too much, but even if he lost he wasn't the type to give in so quickly. Until the bell rings, until the referee says it's over that's when he will throw down the town. For the Dragon is all about victory, Padre was one of the strongest, but more honorable among the Dragon vampires one has ever known. That is in fact why The Dragon herself chose him to be it. She felt he was special, his skills and strengths will prove possible in her courts, she also made a statement that should anyone mess with him their going to be surprised what they see at the end. Never underestimate your foe, he knew not to, never rushed but always assess them. He can assess the skills of most opponents even before taking them on. Most warriors could. Padre would not mind a challenge, he would love to matchup with someone stronger than he only to strengthen his attributes of course. The stronger the better to a Dragon. Padre was The Dragon's best after all and he knew that by her selections. No one knew him, but he want people to know him, his fears was less and the only thing he feared was breaking his honor.
He closed his eyes, standing at the entrance to the park, listening and smelling the scents of humanity all around him. It was a young night, he has all the time to begin his training here. A young girl with dark, short hair turned and smiled lightly at him, he opened his eyes to smile back. It was obvious she was attracted to him, felt it in fact, her eyes roamed his muscular features especially through the red muscle shirt, sleeveless and showed his bare arms along with matching colored shorts that is best used in the gym. The Steel Razz was coming to town, he needed to make good of it. The Grand Opening where action takes place. Anger was sweet, but so was the violence rolled into one. Dragons are best, next to Marmee Noir, the ones you'll be sure to step between the lines lightly especially their vampires they choose in their courts, Padre taunted and he even allowed his foes to move first only cause he did not need to strike too much.
His fists thrusts, his feet next as it too kicked the air as if he was striking an opponent. Fighting was his life, his entire life. And there was another thing that he was going to prove no one else but himself. He got nothing to prove to them, his torture in that dungeon was what opened his eyes to new possibilities. He was masochistic bastard and knew it himself, pain and all of that was where he prepared for the worse. He would not mind dying, Padre will die in honor never in foolish attempts however.
People screamed, children shouted, their hearts pumping and their arteries calling to him but he knew better to allow the temptation to get to him.
