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Keane (Tano'rath)
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
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Eh, yeah typical Singaporean here... mostly

I'm currently serving my time in the army, as dictated by the law. Will be done around December 2014. Long way more haha.

As for my vocation, I'm a combat engineer.


Service ended. Move along. hahaha

As for me, I generally like meeting people, and talking. I talk ALOT. However, I'm usually only online on skype, etc on weekends, due to the nature of my training and vocation. I also have a tendency to be extremely random at times, so do pardon me~

My hobbies include writing (obviously), reading and fiddling with hardware.

My main character defaults to a black dragon/drakonian (I've given up on correcting people over this so yeah), name being Tano'rath. The ref sheet is in the gallery somewhere... He means quite a bit to me, going deeper than just being a character. Enough said.

oh yeah, I have skype. Ask, and i will note you my username.

Twitter: Tanorath_Drgn follow me for nonsense~

Icon/profile pic by Tod Willis

Tano'rath out.


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Farewell w/ friends

Journal Entry: Fri Feb 13, 2015, 8:41 AM


Well, I don’t know how to start. They held a farewell for me today, and as most of you guys know, I’m going down under soon. As much as I’m looking forward to this new chapter of life, I’m reminded once again about who and what I’m leaving behind.

 

As much as I would like to leave notes to anyone and everyone that matters to me, that would take too long, as there really are too many.

 

As some may or may not know, I was bullied all the way in and out of the school system here, for honestly really stupid reasons, like how I walked, or the fact that I used to get homesick. My favourite was that I was excluded for the sole reason that I was considered a ‘weird guy’. That ended quickly enough, though, since the person broke her phone and had to come crawling back to me.

 

Either way, bullshit and sob stories aside, what I’m trying to say that I treasure the friends that I actually have, and tend to be a bit overprotective at times.

 

I’ve been labelled as heartless, cold and having the emotional range of a teaspoon. As much as I would hate to admit it, all are true. When serious, I default to cold logic, and come over as cold and heartless, or so I’m told. Even normally, since I suppress my emotions, my range is so limited that I’m apparently compared to a small, inanimate object. All true. But that doesn’t mean that I have no emotion.

 

If anything, I’m one hell of a sentimental guy, I like to think. I can go on and on with stories about how I’ve met every one, how I used to think that, oh, this guy was an idiot, and how I realised that that was not the case and so on, but that’s not why we’re here.

 

I’m here to thank each and every one of you, for being there, for simply existing and allowing your existence to overlap with my short, sad one. I honestly never thought that I would end up with a group of proper friends, and I used to think that I was fated to be a loner all the way. I’m happy that that is not the case in the least.

 

Doesn’t matter if I’ve argued with you before, or if you weren’t in the group that brought me for the farewell meet. If only it could be so simple that I could drag everyone somewhere to have a nice meal before going off, but interpersonal reasons aren’t that simple, and neither is life.

 

It is you guys that made me want to reconsider, but alas, if anything it is too late. I will miss all of you.

 

…and keep in touch.

Live long, and prosper.

 

Tano’rath out.



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Resistance
Chapter 47: Deniable

I hurried back, pausing to get Victor to follow me back.

"Bro, they seem reluctant to open borders. I smell a rat." I said, while drinking my juice.

"Literally smell or metaphorically?" Victor replied with a smirk.

"The latter. Joking around with the other dragons, I see." I replied with a chuckle, offering him some of my juice, which he declined.

Victor shrugged. "Yeah, somewhat. I think you're overthinking it, bro. They may just want us to stay in our nice box on their map. Can't have subversive elements like you and me going over and recruiting defectors, yeah?"

"Well they were happy enough to enroll me in one of their schools, and besides, with all their magic I'd think they would be able to track people like us easily." I remarked as I opened the door.

Victor nodded. "Also true. I'll get people to keep an eye on them and see if there are any troop movements. The peace treaty thing also seems weird, actually. It was just so sudden. It was not like we were actually doing huge amounts of damage..."

"Yeah, get the eyes and ears out." I replied, "I'll see if the skinwalkers can help a bit."

Victor nodded again. "Sounds good. I'll bring it up with Command tonight. You're welcome to sit in if you want."

I shrugged. "I'll think about it. Want to disturb the family a bit more first."

Subsequently, still holding my now lukewarm bottle of juice, I pushed the door, which I had been holding half open the entire time all the way, then entered the house, to find that one of the teachers was giving the dragons a lesson in chemistry or something along those lines.

Not really seeing a reason not to, I joined in to listen. Since more or less all of them were paying attention, some taking notes. I ended up hovering at the back in silence, mostly unnoticed.

The lesson seemed to be about dissolving solids in aqueous solution, and after some of the concepts got the rusty gears in my head turning again, I ended up wandering off to the kitchen to look for a snack.

I ended up leaning against the kitchen table as I chewed on the sandwich, while listening to the lesson half-heartedly. My thoughts were elsewhere; namely wondering what could have prompted the peace treaty.

Now that I started to actually scrutinise it, the whole thing seemed strange. The Council side didn't stand to gain much, save for a temporary removal of an annoyance. Yes, we killed some of their soldiers, but it was not as if we were blowing up buildings or anything. Like it or not, we weren't exactly that huge a threat.

If anything, we stood to gain more from this than anyone else. The treaty bought us time to get some training done, solidify our hold on the cities as well as to set down some proper procedures to actually get things other than fighting done.

Before I could really let my thoughts wander off on that tangent, Flayme, who had obviously managed to sneak up beside me, tapped my shoulder.

I turned to see who it was, slightly startled. "Yes?"

"Silence and unfocused eyes show a busy mind. What ails you?" The mage replied, having obviously been watching me for a while.

I shrugged. "Just idle thought, but that reminds me, can you gather the rest of your guys? We have something to discuss, and possibly an assignment."

Flayme nodded, before getting up. "I shall gather them. You will be here?"

I nodded and he went off. Meanwhile, I finished my sandwich and ended up lying on one of the steps on the staircase, since the lesson was still ongoing, though it looked as if it was ending.

I must have dozed off, since the first thing I saw was Flayme shaking me awake. "Relax...relax, I'm awake. Got your guys?"

A glance out the window showed it to be early evening, and Flayme brought me to the dinner table, where the others, including Fenek and Sythes were waiting. Atheros and Silvera were busy in the kitchen preparing dinner.

I somewhat wanted to go and get my juice, but almost immediately realised that it would have probably become oxidised by then. I ended up with a glass of water and seated in front of a whole lot of eager reptiles, all demanding in their own ways to know what the assignment was.

Still half asleep, I held up a hand, motioning for them to quiet down, only to have more noise come forth, as I realised soon enough that they had no idea what I was gesturing about. It didn't help at all when Atheros came over to let me know that they would have to clear the table for dinner soon.

I ended up having to raise my voice and ask everyone to keep quiet first, before actually starting. "Alright, I'm sure everyone knows by now that the peace treaty has come into effect, right?"

I received a chorus of affirmatives and resumed. "So, we are all aware that life goes on, right?"

"You called us together to disband us?" Came the astonished reply from Flayme.

Although that had not quite crossed my mind, it seemed like a good idea to incorporate it anyway. "On paper. Alright, whatever is said here stays within these walls. Understood?"

Of course, they understood the second half, but completely missed the point when an argument erupted over what 'on paper' was supposed to mean.

I had to clear my throat rather loudly to get them to quiet down, before continuing. "Tel, Sy, step forward." They complied, puzzled, "Are you ready to receive orders? Understand that these are of the highest security classification, and no one is to discuss this. In essence, this meeting never happened."

I received equally puzzled nods all round before continuing. "You two are to enter into Council territory and gather intelligence. The two mages, Fyre and Flayme are to devise a method of communications between you and them. You are to report every other day, or failing so, every week. Understood?" I paused for effect for a while before continuing, "That is your mission should you choose to accept it. This is in direct conflict of the peace treaty, and you have every right to reject it. You guys have till the end of the day to decide."

However, without any hesitation whatever, both of them bowed, "We accept. The oath dictates that we fight for your cause, and if this is the way that we may contribute, then we are glad to help."

"I did say that you had every right to say no, you know..." I trailed off, "But so be it. Sit on it till after dinner. That's an order. This is in no manner an easy job, and the other side won't take kindly to us having agents in their lands. If you get caught, we will not acknowledge that you're our fighters. Know what you're jumping into before actually doing so. I don't want to lose people over an oath." I added with a stiff nod and gestured for them to rise, while I gestured for the rest to relax.

"Now, on to lighter topics, I'll need to establish the internal command structure for the dragon side..." I continued, pausing here and there to get water, and to have dinner postponed a short while.

The two mages ended up being my bodyguards, and it didn't help that the other dragons wholly supported this, and that they would have it no other way. Even Fenek chipped in with his two cents, saying that without my pistol I'd be helpless, so having the two mages around would be a great idea.

Sighing, I resigned myself to my fate while handing out appointments. Sythes would be the head of the operational company, while I threw the hand to hand combat training together with bladed combat to the two warriors. I ended up in charge of the whole lot of them as well as managing the firearm training.

With that done, we ended up having dinner, as Atheros, who must have snuck in at some point refused to let me wander off with constant reminders that dinner was going to be soon. He must have known that I was actually thinking of skipping the meal and going to bed... I suspected Fenek's involement...
Resistance
Chapter 46: Day Zero

After a while, we must have dozed off, as I woke the next morning in the truck, while Fenek had somehow ended up on the ground below the vehicle.

By the time I made my way back together with Fenek, who seemed to be in a better mood, Victor nearly ran right into me, saying something about dragon affairs.

Muttering about work, I asked, "What?"

"The ambassador wants to discuss things about people from their side visiting ours. The civilian side is asking for you to go there as an advisor." he subsequently looked me over, "Seriously! Where the hell have you been the whole bloody day?! I've gone round the town three times already and still cannot find you! And if you say that you were on a roof, I'll slap you so hard..."

I couldn't help but flash a smile. "No, I wasn't on a roof. I was in a truck. Long story. What time am I supposed to go down?"

Victor huffed. "After lunch. Truck huh."

"Like I said, long story. Is it lunchtime already, or breakfast?" I replied with a shrug.

"Lunch, you lazy-ass lizard." He replied, jabbing my snout jokingly before he left.

As we made our way to the house, I turned to Fenek, "Eh, you can stay at home if you don't want go."

Fenek nodded. "I'd rather go with you just in case."

"Then you'll end up pouting your face off tonight. I think it's better for your own well-being if you stay home. That's an order if it has to be one. Go get some rest. Maybe disturb Agenor and his girlfriend if you want." I replied while closing the door and heading to the kitchen. Ambassador or no, they would have to wait till I had eaten.

Fenek made no protest, much to my surprise, and settled down at the table to wait for me to finish cooking. I wasn't too sure whether or not the rest had eaten, so I began preparing food for two.

However, as the rest of them streamed in, I paused to check with Atheros, who mentioned that it was not only not quite time for lunch yet, they had also not eaten yet. He did, however, seem rather keen to help, so I got him to go and chop some meat for the fried rice, while I went about scaling up the portion accordingly.

"Where were you last night, Father? I was worried." Atheros asked, while he chopped away at the meat. I paused to stop him from snacking on some of the raw stuff.

"Long story. Ended up sleeping in a truck. Fenek had issues....which had more issues on my end and led to one big mess and generally complicated a simple matter." I replied, chopping up some long beans, "Oh, and if you're going to insist on stealing some of the meat, at least be a little more discrete, especially after I already caught you once." I added, chuckling.

Atheros gave a slightly sheepish look, before moving on to what was left of the meat. "I'm apologise, Father. I missed breakfast as Uncle asked me to help in the search for you as well. May I ask why you're frying the rice which is already cooked?"

"You need to use already cooked rice for fried rice, overnight rice if possible." I replied, while heating up the wok and pouring in some oil. I noted that the rest of the kids were watching, while Sythes hovered somewhere in the background. He seemed to want to speak with me, but motioned for me to continue with my cooking first.

Now that I had time to think about things, I realised that the dragon children, or hatchlings as they were supposed to be called, were probably older than my modest twenty plus years, and yet they treated me as their elder. Come to think about it, it was actually quite awkward. But then again, they had been doing so from day one, and I was not about to start distancing myself from my own family.

Meanwhile, Atheros was trying again to swipe some of the meat as the oil heated up on the modest wood stove. I gave him a halfhearted glare before tossing in the meat and starting to stir it around the wok with a spatula.

However, after a while, I realised that the one spatula was doing a rather pathetic job given the sheer amount of meat in the wok, so I got another and began doing it with both hands, pausing here and there to toss in some mixed vegetables, rice then a whole lot of eggs.

I didn't quite realise that everyone had crowded round until I picked the wok up and brought it to the table, where the whole bunch of dragons followed me to, and sat as I doled out their portions.

The general questions revolved around where I learned to cook like that, and I ended up telling stories about the Old World over dinner.

"You think this is good? You should have seen how the actual hawkers did it. We used to have huge buildings, full of stalls, all selling different types of food. Fried fish, stew, barbecued pork, anything! And on top of that, it was cheap, really cheap. I used to drive to the other side of the island just to have some good beef noodles! Singapore is the country of food, man! I'll see if I can cook something interesting for dinner if I don't get held up."

The dragons were too busy salivating to really say anything. So much for sleeping the evening away.

Sythes, who had been sitting on my right broke out in a huge smile, which was actually slightly unnerving given the visibility of his fangs, adding, "You must have many tales of the Old World, yes? You must share them with us! Besides, I believe you have to share some long overdue quality time with those of your bloodline, no?"

I smirked and nodded, while chewing. "Can't argue with that."

"Especially since the war is no more....for now. You have no more excuses to vanish, Brother." He added with a chuckle.

I echoed his laugh, sipping my water. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear people talking about these things. I didn't exactly sign on to fight, you know."

A chorus of skeptical snorts and huffs ensued, while Fenek actually giggled. "What is the point in joining an army if you don't desire to fight?"

I couldn't help but to smirk at the absurdity of my own statement, despite it being the truth. "Eh, don't get me wrong, I took up arms when the call came, but otherwise, we were a peacetime army. I wanted a stable job and good pay, and although this kind of thing isn't exactly everyone's cup of tea, I didn't mind so I signed the contract. Remember, back then, dragons were myths and legends. So much for that huh."

This, of course, led to some awkward silence, and I took the opening to continue eating, only to be interrupted after only two mouthfuls. It was Sythes again, though I didn't blame him for being curious. "How did you move around? I'm sure the army kept their machines to themselves, and walking is hardly a very fast method...nor is using those two-wheeled things humans call bicycles."

"I had a car." I replied, and continued eating, only pausing later on to explain what a car was to the whole bunch of confused reptiles. As to why we had found none presently, I had no idea.

Either way, Victor came in halfway to rush us, while also unwittingly saving me from any more questions. I hurriedly finished up my food and made my way to the embassy with Victor hurrying me all the way. Fenek didn't seem too happy about being left behind, but I could tell that he agreed that it was for the best.

Already, people were calling this Day Zero, since it was the first day of peace for goodness knew how long, with no fear of sudden attack, or bullying dragons. People were celebrating, and the streets were filled with the scents of assorted good foods...

Of course, the military and the civilian government were all too busy settling administrative and operational matters. The City Hall was shrouded in an aura of seriousness with a pinch of haste thrown in, while as I approached the embassy, or rather, the forge that had been repurposed as the embassy, I could already hear the sounds of an argument floating down from upstairs.

In the end, i decide to postpone my own suffering by returning home again to get my wallet. Subsequently, I detoured to a random shop and bought myself a large bottle of juice before finally making my way in.

I was led into the small building by one of the staff. A human guy, probably of chinese descent, who pointed me up the stairs and to the first room on the left.

Taking a swig from the bottle, I made my way upstairs after thanking the man, who seemed to more or less be the receptionist. It looked to be a boring job, sitting in the mostly empty main atrium at a lonely desk, only with a sofa and a table for company.

Knowing that I was already late, I loped up the stairs, trying very hard not to trip over my own claws and end up rolling down on the way. Thankfully, that did not happen, and I found myself at the door in relatively short order.

I knocked and the door was opened more or less at once, and I was hustled in by a man who introduced himself as the guy in charge of immigration. He seemed to be under a great deal of stress, with sweat matting his brow and eyebags that could possibly have had eyebags of their own. He seemed to be of eurasian descent, with a head of messy brownish hair, and a pair of clear blue eyes.

I was sat down next to the man who introduced himself as Smith, and across the table sat Drak'rrth along with a green dragon that I didn't recognise.

The green was introduced as Zooks, one of Drak'rrth's assistants, who would take down the details of any finalised agreements and send them along.

"So, what's the situation?" I asked as soon as I had settled into my seat.

However, Drak'rrth seemed concerned about something else. "This is unacceptable! I sent for you in the morning and they only found you at noon! What treachery is this?!"

Sighing, I attempted an explanation, "I slept in a truck because I spent the night ironing out some issues together with Fenek. My apologies."

Drak'rrth's expression changed entirely at the mention of Fenek, and his frown turned into a smile. "Ah, you were doing your duty as a Rider and slept late as a result. That is understandable. We may resume our discussions."

I took another mouthful of my juice before repeating my question.

Smith stepped in to answer, "Nothing much since they want us to open our borders unconditionally."

"If they reciprocate, that shouldn't be an issue..." i replied, glancing to Drak'rrth.

However, things were not going to be that easy. Drak'rrth huffed. "The Council does not wish to open our borders to you at this time."

"Then it's hardly a fair agreement if we open up but you do not." I replied flatly, already mentally prepared to watch the talks collapse. If they had indeed begun in the morning and had been stuck at an impasse like this for so long, I doubted if my presence would do much good...

Smith nodded in agreement, "That's what I've been trying to tell him for the whole morning!"

"And I've been saying that it cannot be done!" Drak'rrth shot back, evidently annoyed at the apparent lack of progress.

"Okay, okay, guys, relax. Perhaps we can compromise. Look, Drak'rrth, we're not going to let anyone and everyone in here without a background check, and I doubt if your side is going to either. I propose we both open borders, but on the condition that both sides collaborate to ensure their own security and we should draw up some documents to facilitate movement between the states." I hurriedly cut in, hoping to shut the whole argument down before it heated up again.

Smith agreed readily enough with my idea, however, Drak'rrth seemed unmoved. "No, I already said that we will not open our borders to you!"

I stared the black drake in the eye, "In that case, no deal. I already stated that that arrangement is unfair to us. You either go back and tell your Council to be reasonable, or the border will remain closed."

Drak'rrth growled, glaring at me and holding my stare evenly. "Ach! The Council didn't want this treaty in the first place!"

I found myself snarling as I slammed my fist onto the table and surged to my feet. "You committed yourself to it! And on top of that, this was your bloody idea! The least you could do is to support your own damned treaty!"

"Or what? You’ll go back to war with us?" He snapped, snarling and standing up.

I held his glare, "I'll be damned if I fire the first shot, but if it comes to that, I'll blast your sorry asses to hell."

"We outnumber you! You won't win!" Came the reply.

I scoffed. "So what? We out gun you, literally. One of my men can kill five of yours. I don't need numbers."

To this, Drak'rrth had no reply. I sat back down. "Don't forget, this is not your world." i added coldly, "Now, do you want to talk reason or not? I have a family, and I'd rather be home with them than trading threats in a pointless exercise here."

Drak'rrth sighed. "Very well. I will speak to the Council, and we present your idea to them. We shall resume on the morrow."

I nodded and left with Smith, who seemed to be much paler now.

"You know, I knew that dragons could get loud, but that was somewhat beyond what I expected... You do know that you nearly started a war, right?" Smith remarked as we made our way down the stairs.

I just shook my head, sighing. "He was bluffing. Whether or not the Council really wanted this, I don't know, but it was his idea. I doubt if he'll throw it all out the window over this nonsense. Still, their reluctance is intriguing."

With that, we exited the building and went our separate ways. I was only stopped halfway when Drak'rrth shouted for me to stop. Somewhat confused, I turned to face the dragon, who handed me my drink.

"You forgot this." he remarked, as I took it, "Ah, and regarding your training, the Rider Academy has admitted you. I will give you the details soon. You should be there for a few months. I trust that it shouldn't be a problem?"

I shrugged. "Shouldn't be. I'll just hand my duties over to someone and go. No issue unless there's a big event during which I get recalled or something."

"Big event?" Came the question with a cocked head.

"Border incursion maybe, invasion definitely." I replied with another shrug, "Thanks for passing me the bottle. Good luck talking sense into that Council of yours."

Drak'rrth nodded and returned to the embassy, while I went home.
Resistance C46: Day Zero
First day of peace! What is there to come in the days ahead?
Also yeah, trying to make up a little for the fact that I haven't posted in a while. Anyways, I'm not churning out a chapter every day anymore thanks to uni frying my brains xP So, might slow down after another chapter or two.

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Chapter 45: Mulling Over
It took a while, and I nearly turned the house upside down, only to find that Fenek was nowhere to be seen. I spent the next hour running up and down the block frantically searching, only to come up with nothing. Not even a scale.
In the end, after it started to get dark, it occurred to me that I wasn't quite thinking like a dragon would; more specifically, more like a creature with wings.
After smacking into the wall several times, I finally landed on one of the roofs, trying very hard not to dislodge half the roofing tiles while I was at it. Suffice to say that I was not exactly very successful.
The next few minutes were spent skittering on the rooftops, my instincts trying to make me use my foot-claws to gain a hold on the roofs, the roof tiles were not cooperating. I spent more time putting the tiles back rather than searching for the brown dragon.
it was annoying and slow, to say the least, and if anything, would have given Fenek ample wa

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Chapter 47: Deniable
I hurried back, pausing to get Victor to follow me back.
"Bro, they seem reluctant to open borders. I smell a rat." I said, while drinking my juice.
"Literally smell or metaphorically?" Victor replied with a smirk.
"The latter. Joking around with the other dragons, I see." I replied with a chuckle, offering him some of my juice, which he declined.
Victor shrugged. "Yeah, somewhat. I think you're overthinking it, bro. They may just want us to stay in our nice box on their map. Can't have subversive elements like you and me going over and recruiting defectors, yeah?"
"Well they were happy enough to enroll me in one of their schools, and besides, with all their magic I'd think they would be able to track people like us easily." I remarked as I opened the door.
Victor nodded. "Also true. I'll get people to keep an eye on them and see if there are any troop movements. The peace treaty thing also seems weird, actually. It was just so sudden. It was not like we
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Resistance
Chapter 45: Mulling Over

It took a while, and I nearly turned the house upside down, only to find that Fenek was nowhere to be seen. I spent the next hour running up and down the block frantically searching, only to come up with nothing. Not even a scale.

In the end, after it started to get dark, it occurred to me that I wasn't quite thinking like a dragon would; more specifically, more like a creature with wings.

After smacking into the wall several times, I finally landed on one of the roofs, trying very hard not to dislodge half the roofing tiles while I was at it. Suffice to say that I was not exactly very successful.

The next few minutes were spent skittering on the rooftops, my instincts trying to make me use my foot-claws to gain a hold on the roofs, the roof tiles were not cooperating. I spent more time putting the tiles back rather than searching for the brown dragon.

it was annoying and slow, to say the least, and if anything, would have given Fenek ample warning to run off to some other spot if I was getting even remotely close...assuming that I was even on his trail at all.

However, when I finally managed not to make a huge mess while moving about, I started wandering about on the rooftops, finally able to make some decent progress.

Unfortunately, the first dragon that I chanced upon was not who I was looking for.

Actually, to say I chanced upon him would be inaccurate. In actual fact, I stomped onto Sythes' tail without realising it until he actually shot to his feet with a growl of pain, then whirled round to glare at me.

However, his expression softened a bit, tampered by understanding when he realised that I was the one apologising.

"What brings you here, brother? I've never seen you around this area before." Came the slightly stunned reply after I shifted my foot off his tail and apologised again.

Shrugging, I gestured in the general direction of the rooftops. "I'm looking for Fenek. He walked off just now and was more than a bit upset."

Sythes blinked. "Is he not always with you? What happened?"

"I pressed him to tell me why he doesn't like Drak'rrth very much...or rather likes him less than the rest of you guys." I replied, while sitting down with Sythes, who had gestured for me to join him.

"I see. It must have been a rather personal incident for him to react in such a way. It would be for the best if you could speak with him." Sythes remarked after a moment that he devoted to pondering.

With a sigh, I shook my head, "If I can find him at all, that is."

"I have not seen him, but I can direct you to his favourite spot. Hopefully he will be there, no?" Sythes added as he got up and pointed at one of the larger chimneys that stuck up from the sea of orange tiles, now turned to a sort of earthly grey-brown colour in the darkness of night. "All of us like some warmth. He is no different."

After several disastrous attempts at getting up, and around fifteen minutes spent putting the tiles back, I thanked the slightly amused Sythes, before heading off.

I walked past several other dragons, whom I greeted as I went past, eventually coming to the chimney. There, I poked my head round to find Fenek sitting at the base, staring out into space.

I sat next to him. "Wanna talk about it?"

Fenek huffed in my face and turned away.

I looked at him for a moment, then got up. "Well, if that's how you feel..."

His head snapped round and in a sudden blur of motion, pulled me back into sitting position. "No, stay."

"Not like I have much of a choice." I replied, while giving a pointed look to my arm which he was still grasping.

"...well, you can leave if you wish..." Came the dejected answer as Fenek let go. He seemed to want to curl into a ball of emotion in his spot.

I ended up draping my arm across his back and moving a bit closer. "I wouldn't be much of a friend if I walked off like that. What's bothering you?"

Fenek gave a long sigh. "It's...hard to speak about it. That mage was the one who dragged my parents away, and forced me to watch as they were killed in the war..."
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Unfamiliar sensations, emotions that were not mine... I found myself in a cave...on all fours, with a pedestal in the middle, which held a large bowl thing, filled to the brim with water.

...I had no idea what was going on...

Another dragon stepped into view; Drak'rrth. He looked to be obviously younger than when I had last seen him... He spoke, and his voice also sounded different...not quite so resonant. "The sentence has been passed and will be carried out. As decreed by the Court, you are to watch."

I found myself moving forward, and with no way of stopping myself. It was becoming increasingly evident that this had nothing to do with me... I noted fear, apprehension, and a sort of cold acceptance. Whoever I was seemed to be holding back a great deal of grief, but chose not to speak of it.... In fact, this person whose perspective I was seeing remained silent.

"Watch, young one, as they carry out the will of the Council, as penance." Drak'rrth continued, and waved a clawed foreleg above the bowl, to reveal a cityscape.

...A cityscape that I would recognise anywhere. Singapore. Even through the burning buildings, the smoke and fires I could make out the distinctive skyline.

The view changed to show the central business district. Two brown dragons stood there, looking petrified as soldiers from the SAF fired upon them from various spots.

There were spots of blood on their scales, and they attempted to lash out at anyone that came close. However, it was obvious that neither of them had any training whatsoever in fighting battles. Their time was limited...

...Still, there was something hauntingly familiar about the skyscraper next to one of them. The one on the other side of the road had already fallen, and laid in a heap of rubble and broken glass.

The view changed again, centring on one of the dragons, the one next to the somewhat intact tower. A matador blast from in front of it caught it off guard, and it skittered to one side, allowing the projectile to fly off into the distance. However, in its haste, its tail slammed into the building, reducing the pillars and supports on the first floor to dust.

Whoever it was that was watching was by now obviously Fenek, albeit a younger version. He was caught up in a flashback...

Fenek wanted to look away, but was forced to watch.

In the background, there was screaming, something that had only been noticed after the damage to the building. As the tower itself toppled, the view changed again to show it crashing down onto the opposite street, onto a group of fleeing civilians.

Of the group, half survived, and the view focused in on the guy who had only just been missed. He wore what was left of an army uniform, and picked himself off the floor, coughing and shaking the dust off.

he paused to look back, muttering something. As he turned, I didn't quite get to see the face; the action had been too quick, but his shirt bore the rank of second sergeant.

The man seemed ready to break down, and Fenek himself seemed to sympathise a bit, but the dragon himself seemed to numb to be able to react.

The man seemed to pull himself together at the last moment, and got to his feet, muttering about not wanting to die too.

I half wondered why they were doing a closeup of a human... but by then, I already knew why.

At that moment, the human turned around and I found myself looking at my own face.


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[Fenek]
I had not intended to show him the memory, but my control slipped at the wrong moment. He was pulled in together with me.

As it progressed the way it did, the same way I had seen it go on so many times in my mind, Keane seemed to understand a little why I felt the way I did...

However, I scrabbled to bring us out of the memory when I realised what he would see.

However, I was too late. I could only hope that he would not react badly to this.

When I turned to say something to him, he spoke first, his expression neutral. "Why didn't you tell me this?"

Even his voice was devoid of any emotion. He didn't seem to know how to react. I could sense that he was angry, yet he somehow understood why it happened...

I didn't want to face his rage. Not like this, and I didn't want to be rejected again....not after how we had grown to be friends... "I...I didn't know how you would react..."

He sighed and nodded, his expression still blank, while he locked his emotions away. His voice was flat as he replied. "Fair enough. Did you know at that time?"

"That you were my Rider? No, but I was told that you would be an important person in my life later on." I replied, attempting to match his tone...
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[Keane]
Fenek was trying very hard to sound as flat as I did, but was doing a horrible job.

Of all the things that could have happened, it had to be this. His parents had killed my entire family, yet I couldn't blame them either. They were forced onto the battlefield with no training, and it had been an accident.

However, accident or not, there were still deaths.

Emotion is a strange thing. On one hand, I empathised, yet on the other, I still felt a cold anger, and a sort of morbid satisfaction in the knowledge that the killers were now most definitely dead.

I half wanted to give Fenek, who looked really wretched, a hug. The other half wanted to either walk off and have nothing more to do with him, or to actually actively drive him away.

I settled for sighing. "I need time to mull this over. Alone. My apologies for not being of much help."

I suspected that my tone was harsher than I intended, and on top of that, Fenek took it quite harshly and dipped his head, keening softly to himself. I had no idea whether the reaction had anything to do with me, or whether he was caught up in another emotional maelstrom.

I ended up clambering down the side of a random building and wandering around aimlessly till I found myself sitting in the back of one of the trucks in the carpark, after unlatching and pulling the tailboard down.

Of course, I knew that the logical decision was to just let it go. It was not his fault, and on top of everything, he needed support.

Still, my emotions clamoured for my attention, insisting that I oust this dragon from my life, demanding that I make him pay for the murder of my parents, since the actual perpetrators were no longer around...

I ended up sitting there for what must have been hours, staring into space, unable to follow through with logic, yet refusing to go with my emotions, knowing full well that that would put me on the same level as the Council.

After a while, Fenek came over, wings sagging and tail dragging on the ground. He refused to meet my gaze as he knelt in front of me.

If anything, I was surprised. he had turned up out of nowhere, and then just fell to his knees with a 'thump' in front of me. I could only wonder what the blazes he was going to do...

He began speaking, his voice wavering. I could have sworn that he was crying. "I...apologise..."

I made my decision and reached over, grabbing his snout and holding it shut so that he could not continue. I spoke instead. "Don't apologise for something that you didn't do...and it wasn't your fault...or theirs either for that matter."

With that, I let him go and offered him my hand as I leapt off the truck to stand in front of him. "Now get up."

Fenek stared at me in confusion at first, and it took him a while to realise what I was saying. He gave a weak smile as he took my hand, and I pulled him back onto his feet. He thanked me for understanding, and both of us ended up sitting on the truck.

It took a great deal of poking and prodding, but Fenek eventually told me what had happened. Drak'rrth had pushed for his parents to be sent to the front, and given the great influence that the mage wielded, the verdict was passed. I suspected politics at work, but it was hard to say, since Fenek was too young at that time to notice these things.

In the end, Fenek had been forced to watch as a 'lesson'. His parents were killed by a suicide attack by what remained of an armour battalion. At the time he grieved for his parents, I had done so for mine.
Resistance C45: Mulling over
and after much ado, here is the next chapter. My apologies, as I've been really busy getting settled into my hostel, and adjusting to life here. Also, classes have started, so my time is getting chewed up. Well, at least I'm a student again.

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Chapter 44: Announcement
The declaration of peace in the town was met with shock and disbelief, as expected. However, we did not get much of a chance to speak to the populace as we were almost immediately whisked away to speak with the civilian management to plan for the future of the two towns under us. We did, however, pause to allow someone to go and make a speech to address some of the concerns on the ground.
Patrols were rostered at once and dispatched to the border, while a new guardhouse was planned to be built right at the border, where the men would stay for their week-long duty shifts. Otherwise, the military side also drew up plans for a proper army camp for the garrisons in each town, as well as training rosters, plus tabled a draft conscription law, pending approval by the civilian management.
Most of the day to day running of the city was handed over to the civilian government, while we basically became the Ministry of Defence. They planned to call out to all t

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Chapter 46: Day Zero
After a while, we must have dozed off, as I woke the next morning in the truck, while Fenek had somehow ended up on the ground below the vehicle.
By the time I made my way back together with Fenek, who seemed to be in a better mood, Victor nearly ran right into me, saying something about dragon affairs.
Muttering about work, I asked, "What?"
"The ambassador wants to discuss things about people from their side visiting ours. The civilian side is asking for you to go there as an advisor." he subsequently looked me over, "Seriously! Where the hell have you been the whole bloody day?! I've gone round the town three times already and still cannot find you! And if you say that you were on a roof, I'll slap you so hard..."
I couldn't help but flash a smile. "No, I wasn't on a roof. I was in a truck. Long story. What time am I supposed to go down?"
Victor huffed. "After lunch. Truck huh."
"Like I said, long story. Is it lunchtime already, or breakfast?" I replie
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Resistance
Chapter 44: Announcement

The declaration of peace in the town was met with shock and disbelief, as expected. However, we did not get much of a chance to speak to the populace as we were almost immediately whisked away to speak with the civilian management to plan for the future of the two towns under us. We did, however, pause to allow someone to go and make a speech to address some of the concerns on the ground.

Patrols were rostered at once and dispatched to the border, while a new guardhouse was planned to be built right at the border, where the men would stay for their week-long duty shifts. Otherwise, the military side also drew up plans for a proper army camp for the garrisons in each town, as well as training rosters, plus tabled a draft conscription law, pending approval by the civilian management.

Most of the day to day running of the city was handed over to the civilian government, while we basically became the Ministry of Defence. They planned to call out to all that had skills to rebuild our industries and such. There was talk about attempting to build computers too, but that was unlikely. We had the theory, but things like the blueprints themselves were gone, as well as the machinery with the needed precision. However, simple things like assembly lines could be brought back.

My side got drafted to help in the prospecting for raw materials, since Fenek boasted about magic making it much easier. I ended up being put in charge again, despite my mentioning that part of the treaty included me being pulled away at an unstated time for some sort of training...

Eventually, we all went off to have a tea break, and then broke off into two groups; the civilian side and the military side. However, both sides complained that the other's discussion was too noisy, so we ended up separating. I didn't know where the civilians went, but the military side, me included, ended up discussing in Victor's house.

We began planning the basic training program for the new recruits, while others began drawing up plans for a proper army facility in the city, for it had been decided that appropriating houses for our own accommodation would not be acceptable. We would build and maintain our own camp, which would include accommodations, training facilities and possibly a cookhouse. It would also open up another place for us to store our equipment. Maintenance schedules were also planned proper, and classes for weapon maintenance were set to be started as soon as possible. The guns were in need of some serious cleaning, since no one had cleaned them.

However, before we could move on to the next thing on the agenda, a note appeared on top of my heap of papers, for I had been taking notes for the duration of the meeting. The note itself was obviously from Drak'rrth, and simply announced that his staff had arrived, and were ready to be picked up.

I had someone sent over to the civilian side to coordinate with them about which building to allocate as the embassy, while I hurried over to the vehicle park and got into one of the tonners, with Fenek and Flayme in tow.

Flayme looked over the truck for a while before getting in. "Must you use the most uncomfortable one?"

Rolling my eyes, I started the vehicle with the usual rumble. "it's the biggest one, and I don't know how many people he's bringing. Anyway, it's not like the smaller trucks are any better. The 3 Ton one is arguably more bumpy anyway. Besides, it's tradition. Driving a bigger car makes you look richer. It's a chinese thing and my family somewhat subscribed to it."

As I turned out of the car park and drove to the gates, Flayme seemed to be trying to make sense of what I was saying, while Fenek simply pulled the explanation off the top of my head. I ended up explaining why a bigger car was better and such.

The conversation managed to last us till we reached the border, which wasn't that far anyway, to find Drak'rrth lying there waiting, along with seven other dragons. Behind them was a neat stack of their things, and they were by no means small or few. As I parked the truck, I couldn't help but remark, "Eh, he opening shop or opening embassy?"

"Well, they are going to live in the embassy, are they not?" Flayme replied, while Fenek finally relaxed.

I shrugged as I adjusted the truck a bit to be as near to their pile of things as possible before pulling the handbrake and shutting the engine off. The three of us got out to find the entire group of them sniffing the truck suspiciously, while Drak'rrth peered down at me. "I did not request transportation."

I blinked. "Well, I had to drive here anyway. You can fly there on your own if you wish, but I recommend loading all your things into the truck."

The huge dragon looked the vehicle over with a snort, then looked down at me again. "Very well, then. We shall utilise your machine. I believe that we'll be having to get used to it, no?"

I gave him a half smile as the whole group of us began to load things up. "Probably."

I clambered up the truck and started piling everything up at one end, making sure everything was neat, and once that was done, I showed the dragons where to sit, while Flayme offered his seat up front in the cab to Drak'rrth.

The offer was accepted and I spent the next five minutes coaxing Fenek, who didn't seem to like Drak'rrth very much, to instruct the ambassador on how to fasten the seat belt and such. Meanwhile, I jumped off the back and put the tailboard up, while instructing the passengers not to stick their heads out too far lest they fall out. Although that was quite unlikely, it would at least discourage them from doing anything else as dumb.

By the time I clambered into the cab, I had already noticed that the sheer weight of the passengers and their mountain of furniture and belongings had actually caused the suspension to sink quite a bit. Hence, when I started the engine, I actually had to spend some time adjusting said suspension via the controls mounted on the ceiling. Drak'rrth watched with mild curiosity, but didn't comment.

Fenek, however, seemed more chatty than usual, and flooded me with questions. I answered what I could before shutting him up when I released the brakes and did a U-turn.

The ride back was uneventful and strangely quiet. I noted the simmering distaste that Fenek had for Drak'rrth, although he refused to tell me why, even though the mental bond where Drak'rrth couldn't hear. I ended up humming songs as I drove back to the town. Drak'rrth only broke the silence once halfway through the journey to remark on how the truck went faster than his flying speed.

With the awkward silence, we rolled into the square, where Victor was waiting. As soon as I drove into view, he began to gesture at me, directing me to a large building, probably a repurposed house a stone's throw from the town hall. He guided me there, and had me reverse park in front.

Once I shut the engine off, two guys went up behind to open the tailboard and start moving all the things in the back, while one of the city officials, who was admittedly quite pale when he saw Drak'rrth, went about showing them around. The signboard in front of the building identified it as the embassy.

However, one could tell that the whole thing had been thrown together in a hurry. The wording on the signboard had obviously been freshly painted, with the paint still wet in some places, while the small lawn in front of the building itself looked to be somewhat trampled, the scent of the grass mingling with the smell of paint. The building had evidently been appropriated only a short while before...

...Not really their fault though. None of this had been expected. They probably expected the treaty to fall through... However, given that things went the way that they did, what we could do was to make the most of it.

Lost in my musings, I didn't quite notice that Drak'rrth had tapped my shoulder till Victor strolled over and pointed it out. I turned to the dragon, apologising for allowing my mind to wonder... "Yes?"

"There is much to discuss. When may we begin?" Came the quick reply.

I shrugged. "Now you don't liase with me. Diplomatic stuff is under the civilian government. Just talk to the guy who helped to show you around. I'll only be called in when military stuff is raised. Good luck."

The dragon seemed taken aback, though at what I couldn't quite tell until he spoke. "You're not in command anymore?"

"I still am, but I don't manage the city itself, just the military." I replied with another shrug as I reached up to open the truck door, intending to return it to the vehicle park. It had been a tiring day, and I wanted no more than a good dinner and nap.

Drak'rrth, however, persisted. "I will speak with no one else."

Sighing, I let go of the door handle. "I'm a sergeant, Drak'rrth, not a diplomat. Besides, the civilian representative will be able to give you a better picture of the circumstances and probably table more relevant issues. I only deal with military matters, like I said."

The Drak'rrth didn't seem too happy about it, but he finally backed down, mentioning about having some matters to discuss with me nonetheless, but at least agreed to liase with the civilian instead.

Beckoning to Fenek, who got in at the passenger's side, I started the truck and drove to the car park, only to be routed to the maintenance, where I had to leave the vehicle with the engine running for the technicians to run some tests. It was good to see that they were making full use of the power that was being provided, and I thanked them for their hard work on the way out.

As Fenek and I began to walk back, it occurred to me to ask him again about why he disliked Drak'rrth so much. "Ey, Fenek, what was with the drama just now?"

The brown dragon stared me in the eye, but said nothing. I sighed, folding my arms. "Whatever it is, I doubt I'll be much help if you keep pouting around like that."

"What will our roles be now?" Came the reply, a very poorly veiled attempt at changing the subject.

I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. "If you're going to avoid the question, you'll have to do better than that."

Fenek glared at me and hissed. "I don't want to talk about it!"

"Hissing at me isn't going to solve it either." I remarked pointedly, "Look, you made a huge ruckus over when i was upset, because I wasn't telling you why, so you have no right to give me attitude. If I have to count to three, then I'll do it, but you'd better open that damn yap of yours before I get to the front door or else."

Fenek remained quiet for around a minute before finally talking. Kudos to him for lasting longer than I expected. However, I still received a glare from Fenek, who seemed indignant about having his actions used against him. "He is not someone that I am fond of."

I held his gaze and added a glare of my own as the house came into view. Deciding that this had gone on long enough, I stepped in front of him, growling under my breath instinctually. I made no move to stop the growl, but deliberately blocked his way. When Fenek tried to sidestep, I flared my wings. "You're going to have to do much better than that."

"I answered your-" He began, returning my growl.

"You call that a bloody answer?! You'd might as well have kept quiet!" I snapped, refusing to move. "Now, are you going to explain yourself properly, or do I have to make you?"

Fenek glared again, trying to convey a warning not to pry further, and attempted to shove me away. I was somewhat expecting him to do something like that, and grabbed his arm the moment he made his move, while I folded my wings. I pulled him as close as I could till I was more or less face to face with him, and made my dissatisfaction plain. "Attitude again, huh. You're really testing my patience, Fenek, and you don't want to be here when I run out of that! Now, either talk, or I'll have you locked out of the bloody house."

I knew that he didn't want to talk about it, but there seemed to be no other choice. For all I knew, it could be something that threatens our safety, or it could be that he simply couldn't get along with the mage. Whatever it was didn't really matter to me at this juncture. Instead, I wanted the brown dragon to open up to me.
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[Fenek]
Although I had been aware that the Bond allowed him to anticipate my actions, I had not expected him to grab my arm when I tried to push him out of my way. Though, I was grateful for the fact that he had respected my privacy enough not to pry into my thoughts.

I half-thought about trying to push him away again. However, I decided not to. He seemed to be more concerned than anything, though concerned about what I could not tell. It seemed to be a combination of a few things, though what the things were, he did not make plain in his thoughts.

I could tell that he was serious with his threats, and that he seemed to be quite annoyed at my behaviour. However, telling him, or anyone the reason would bring about only sad memories, memories that were so painful that I didn't want them to come to mind. Whether or not he could offer me some comfort, I did not know, but for some reason, I did not want to know.

However, was this really worth pushing my own Rider away?
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[Keane]
Fenek seemed ready to struggle, and give me the whole package of kicking, screaming, breaking free and generally making a ruckus, but in the end, he seemed to think better of it and relaxed instead. Sensing that he had come to some sort of a realisation, as well as a decision, I released him. "Well?"

"He was the one who...sent my parents to the front...and he was the one...who dragged them away..." Fenek replied after standing in silence for a while, pain evident in his eyes. I had to throttle the bond in order not to be affected. However, I could tell that he was reliving some sort of memory, and that it was not pretty.

Of course, I felt somewhat bad for making him go through whatever he was going through, but it couldn't be helped. At least now I knew what was going on.

However, my thoughts were interrupted as Fenek continued, "You...must be careful. I do not know what his real intentions are, but they are most definitely not good."

With that, Fenek walked off silently. Common sense told me to go after him and try to offer comfort, but something told me that the brown dragon would rather be left alone at this juncture.

I settled for returning to the house, to find that Atheros was waiting for me, along with the rest. Fenek was nowhere to be seen, and I assumed that he had probably gone to a private spot or something.

Before I could let my mind wander, however, I got pulled in to join them for an early dinner, along with some long overdue family time.

However, it didn't sit well with me to just let Fenek stew in whatever he was stewing in, and it gnawed at me as I told stories about the past few battles, trying to regale them with my rusty linguistics. Still, my concern for the brown dragon dampened my mood enough to spoil it for me.

I ended up excusing myself after a while and going to search for Fenek. It didn't help at all that his emotions were leaking through to my end...
Resistance C44: Announcement
So, things are shifting to peacetime operations, and it is revealed that there is a history between Fenek and Drak'rrth...

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Chapter 43: Peace… For Now
As soon as the vehicles stopped, the whole lot of them clambered out and came jogging over. Victor tossed me a bottle of water on the way, which I took and drank from gratefully. My throat must have dried out quite a bit while I was doing the memory sharing thingy...
Once done drinking, I introduced the rest to Drak'rrth, who bowed to them and introduced himself. He was even kind enough to give everyone a copy of the treaty each. He then stepped to one side to let them discuss. I got pulled in too.
Sythes, Atheros, Ren Jie and Gerard spent the lion’s share of the time discussing amongst themselves, since I had actually dealt with the most annoying bit of the treaty. In the end, I was sent back to Drak'rrth.
"The treaty's fine." I remarked...
Assuming that I was done talking, he cut in, and “This is pleasing to my ear. Shall we seal it in blood?"
I shook my head. "What's your real agenda, mage? We've gone through with this for the

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Chapter 45: Mulling Over
It took a while, and I nearly turned the house upside down, only to find that Fenek was nowhere to be seen. I spent the next hour running up and down the block frantically searching, only to come up with nothing. Not even a scale.
In the end, after it started to get dark, it occurred to me that I wasn't quite thinking like a dragon would; more specifically, more like a creature with wings.
After smacking into the wall several times, I finally landed on one of the roofs, trying very hard not to dislodge half the roofing tiles while I was at it. Suffice to say that I was not exactly very successful.
The next few minutes were spent skittering on the rooftops, my instincts trying to make me use my foot-claws to gain a hold on the roofs, the roof tiles were not cooperating. I spent more time putting the tiles back rather than searching for the brown dragon.
it was annoying and slow, to say the least, and if anything, would have given Fenek ample wa
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Farewell w/ friends

Journal Entry: Fri Feb 13, 2015, 8:41 AM


Well, I don’t know how to start. They held a farewell for me today, and as most of you guys know, I’m going down under soon. As much as I’m looking forward to this new chapter of life, I’m reminded once again about who and what I’m leaving behind.

 

As much as I would like to leave notes to anyone and everyone that matters to me, that would take too long, as there really are too many.

 

As some may or may not know, I was bullied all the way in and out of the school system here, for honestly really stupid reasons, like how I walked, or the fact that I used to get homesick. My favourite was that I was excluded for the sole reason that I was considered a ‘weird guy’. That ended quickly enough, though, since the person broke her phone and had to come crawling back to me.

 

Either way, bullshit and sob stories aside, what I’m trying to say that I treasure the friends that I actually have, and tend to be a bit overprotective at times.

 

I’ve been labelled as heartless, cold and having the emotional range of a teaspoon. As much as I would hate to admit it, all are true. When serious, I default to cold logic, and come over as cold and heartless, or so I’m told. Even normally, since I suppress my emotions, my range is so limited that I’m apparently compared to a small, inanimate object. All true. But that doesn’t mean that I have no emotion.

 

If anything, I’m one hell of a sentimental guy, I like to think. I can go on and on with stories about how I’ve met every one, how I used to think that, oh, this guy was an idiot, and how I realised that that was not the case and so on, but that’s not why we’re here.

 

I’m here to thank each and every one of you, for being there, for simply existing and allowing your existence to overlap with my short, sad one. I honestly never thought that I would end up with a group of proper friends, and I used to think that I was fated to be a loner all the way. I’m happy that that is not the case in the least.

 

Doesn’t matter if I’ve argued with you before, or if you weren’t in the group that brought me for the farewell meet. If only it could be so simple that I could drag everyone somewhere to have a nice meal before going off, but interpersonal reasons aren’t that simple, and neither is life.

 

It is you guys that made me want to reconsider, but alas, if anything it is too late. I will miss all of you.

 

…and keep in touch.

Live long, and prosper.

 

Tano’rath out.



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DaRkN3X Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Student General Artist
Wow thank you for the watch! :)
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jwolforange13 Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thx 4 watch
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Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
eh np. noticed that youre from sg too!
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I'm the citizen
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Tanorath-drgn Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
lol so am I
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Thanks for the llama!!!:onfire:
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np!
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Thanks for the watch!
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no probs! :D
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GeckoDragon Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2015  Student Writer
Ta very much for the watch, it's rather appreciated.

If i may ask, how was it you came across my work? i've seen you about but we haven't bumped into each other all that much.
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