Post by Darah on May 30, 2006 7:12:05 GMT -5
On one of the streets in central part of the city Babylos next to a dark alley, there was a small figure sitting on the cold cement ground. This person, not much taller than five feet was dressed in tattered brown robes with a hood covering most of her head, revealing only her pale chin with a greenish tinge to it. Her thin purple lips made her look as if she was suffering from hypothermia. She was not alone for on her lap laid her son, a basilisk disguised as a basilisk lizard. The figure had her arms extended to the people passing by her, her snow white palms facing upwards humbly asking the passersby for some alms.
Darah waited as coins were tossed into her hands from a distance. The claws on Darah's hands always made people hesitate to approach her. They tossed only coins, not notes. The amount of coins in her hands wasn't much either. The Academy had been kind enough to support her with decent enough lodgings, enough food and even throw in some education for her since her parents as well as her entire clan was officially extinct save her. The tsunami she had wished for came true. Had it been just a coincidence? Or did she summon that tidal wave? Anyways, additional expenses were to be paid by Darah herself and not by the school. This includes her son's medication. After that battle at the Sahara base, Darah returned back to the academy probably the only student unscathed. However, her son did not and had quite a nasty wound on his shoulder. The fourteen year old half demon was at too young an age to get a proper job and so to pay for her son's treatment she had to resort to begging. Occasionally, she would be given the offer of a lot of money, but for a price. Not all the mages of Babylos was decent. These men wanted Darah and more but Darah usually chases these men away just by taking off her hood, revealing her horns and her patches of scaled skin.
By three hours past lunch time, Darah was hungry and so was Gekko.
"Mama..." Her son cried expressing his hunger and Darah reached into one of the robes of her pocket to pull out a small chunk of bread. She peeled of a large portion of it for her son and popped whatever little left there was into her mouth. The sacrifices a mother would make for her child. As Gekko ate, Darah watched her son as she kept her arms out. She felt a pang of pain in her heart everytime she saw the cut on her beloved child's shoulder.
Darah waited as coins were tossed into her hands from a distance. The claws on Darah's hands always made people hesitate to approach her. They tossed only coins, not notes. The amount of coins in her hands wasn't much either. The Academy had been kind enough to support her with decent enough lodgings, enough food and even throw in some education for her since her parents as well as her entire clan was officially extinct save her. The tsunami she had wished for came true. Had it been just a coincidence? Or did she summon that tidal wave? Anyways, additional expenses were to be paid by Darah herself and not by the school. This includes her son's medication. After that battle at the Sahara base, Darah returned back to the academy probably the only student unscathed. However, her son did not and had quite a nasty wound on his shoulder. The fourteen year old half demon was at too young an age to get a proper job and so to pay for her son's treatment she had to resort to begging. Occasionally, she would be given the offer of a lot of money, but for a price. Not all the mages of Babylos was decent. These men wanted Darah and more but Darah usually chases these men away just by taking off her hood, revealing her horns and her patches of scaled skin.
By three hours past lunch time, Darah was hungry and so was Gekko.
"Mama..." Her son cried expressing his hunger and Darah reached into one of the robes of her pocket to pull out a small chunk of bread. She peeled of a large portion of it for her son and popped whatever little left there was into her mouth. The sacrifices a mother would make for her child. As Gekko ate, Darah watched her son as she kept her arms out. She felt a pang of pain in her heart everytime she saw the cut on her beloved child's shoulder.