Found what I'm looking for. [closed]

[Roma Zenas Nateh]

Roma arrived in the realm of ice and frigid unwelcome he sensed belonged to his brother. For three hundred or so years, Roma had been searching for his brother in the wrong manner, and it was only recently that he'd come to realize his foolishness. Roma had searched by scent, magical imprints left by dragons, and even by sightings. Roma had searched for places that were rumored to hold a strange dragon or like creature and all to no avail. This tundra, however, had been found using means inherited from his father and his race.

Roma had become accustomed to life as a mortal, and as such never attempted to use his draconian abilities too much. The element of darkness that he'd learned to use in his own way was not counted as a racial trait to him. Instead, the ability to sense other dragons, and the ability to tap into his "full" collection of memories weren't often practiced. Roma had found himself dreaming through the eyes of Io'rn and the battles he fought with his beloved eldest brother. Roma was startled into waking, feeling an oddly familiar feeling of love for the figure of wild and headstrong power in his dreams. Io'rn had never told his son of the man in the dream, but Roma knew he was close. It was an odd feeling, but reminded him of his store of memories foreign to his natural mind.

Roma pushed his mental barriers around the mass of knowledge his father and given him at birth slowly. The search of his own mind's storage provided an image of Ilreg's young face. Roma was able to further familiarize with Ilreg's energy and magic, as well as identify his nature and element. Roma avoided overly potent emotions by skimming past the serious strands of memory. Roma felt that whatever his father intended for him to know would be known in time, and his brother wasn't likely to be in the most possessive of emotional memories. The information gathered in the realm of Roma's mind led him once more to the realm of men. Though, this time he had an idea of how to look.

Roma opened himself more fully to the existence of his brethren, a feat he never needed in his home. It took practice to hold himself in the state of ethereal awareness that was accompanied with such a thing. Roma was able to feel his own nature coursing through the shadows, and knew just how far his magic ran into the world. then, as he felt the light of another of his kind he could sense the awareness of that individual as well. Roma found the connection of his dragon kin very charming, though it was distressing that most of those he could sense never knew he was prying into their attachment to the collective. In any case, through the many lights and levels of the Ningenkai's dragon population, Roma searched for the more familiar one.

Roma was forced to trust memory and the connection of close relation to hunt down his brother. He found himself searching out the wrong dragon once or twice, finding instead some random cousin or forgotten accidental offspring of another dragon close to his own signature. Roma avoided the few others able to peek back at him through the strange web of connected lights shared by all dragons, knowing them as foreign and far too powerful to be the one he sought for. In the end he was unable to locate one suitable to be his brother and extended the connection he held to the collective enough to trace signatures of relative dragons. This allowed him to find the general position of only one dragon. Many small patches popped up around here and there where someone close to his lineage hopped into the realm, but only one had enough residual energy to consider it a residence. That place was this tundra he know stood in.

Roma started forward through the gale of icy cold without being too adversely effected. The petals that surrounded him as he appeared swirled around him and reverted to the state of shadow, and attached to his cloak. The fabric, made of Roma's darkness, swelled as if being stuffed and the hood popped up to cover his long pink hair. The shade left beneath the snowy winds left just enough darkness to be manipulated, and with it Roma made a wall to break the wind behind him as he reached the entrance to the grand icey estate of his estranged half brother.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg had traveled long and far to be in the arctic wasteland, isolated and alone like he had been most of his life, a condition and state of existence he had grown accustomed to. His punishment, to carry the seemingly impossible task of uniting the loose association of Dragons under Tiamat's banner, having failed in securing an alliance with Heaven, or the life of the King of Hell, the Prince of Dragons was now no more than a pauper, all of his dignity and resources stripped from him. Ilreg could do without the fancy trivialities of his supposed title, a title not rightfully his, a harsh reality brought to his attention through both past and present experiences and conversations, but the imposed separation from his closest companions, the twin Dragons Faf-ris and Cer-dra, it seemed the area surrounding Ilreg was a reflection of his already frozen heart.

Sitting in the on the ground in the harsh winds, Ilreg was covered in a thin layer of frost, his eyes closed, deep in mediation, able to discern the movement of every snowflake his magic has created here. His body was still, and his breath shallow, feigning from his wasteful displays of magic as he had been accustomed to performing in the past, a luxury he realized he no longer had after his trials in Heaven, Hell, and the place he once called home the Umbra. Ilreg's life was never really his own, his destiny and fate always controlled by someone else, something even he had noticed due to his complacence when someone directed him, regardless of the direction, and his lack of initiative and indecisiveness when he was in direct control of his own fate.

Alone, he found somewhere furthest away from all life, and even the creatures native to this environment stayed away from him, the temperatures he caused the area to drop to made the place uninhabitable for even them, as they stayed away for there own safety. In this emptiness, in this place void of any sign of life save for his own, a familiar signature burst into his mind, one of Draconic origin. This alone would have not been enough to stir Ilreg from his place of rest, but this one felt so close, so much like his own, that Ilreg opened his saffron eyes, and moved his frost coated hair from his face. Standing to his feet, Ilreg could feel the snow crunch underneath the feet of whom ever it was that approached him as they drew closer.

The fact that the person approaching was a Dragon was apparent, but why it why so reminiscent was something that baffled Ilreg momentarily, that was until he remembered the similar magics that this person used. It was so familiar to him now, the memories washed over him and flooded his mind, it was many years ago that Ilreg felt this energy, and when he had, it was a first hand account of sheer terror when he was only a mere child, slowly being killed by his own father. Ilreg was silent, and unaccustomed to what feeling filled him now, for it was not fear the enveloped him, but uncertainty, uncertainty on who this person was, and have they come for him. Ilreg then found himself homing in on his ice and snow that he may discern he it was that hunted for him.

"You have come a long way to find me, whoever you are. Face me, and explain yourself before I am angered, why have you sought me out, out here of all places? Ilreg said, speaking through his magic which saturated the area, sparing his usual lethality in his speech, choosing a tamer tongue when dealing with those of his own race. Ilreg lessened the amount of snow that fell, and returned the temperature to it;s natural state, albeit it was still to cold for comfort for anyone other than himself.

[Roma Zenas Nateh]

Roma stood in the frigid cold, a mild shiver running along his spine, and watched as the target of his four century long search faced him. There was no noticeable dragon around, only the light of his brother, and that was something he was sure of. The feeling of excitement that filled him made his entire body shiver. He smiled, and stepped forward as he was met with his elder brother's words. He covered as much of the distance between them as he could, the cold wind stopped and the temperature rose. Roma took this as a sign of Ilreg being hospitable and allowed his hood to drop behind him. The hood and his robes returned the there normal density, and the darkness in the form sakura petals fell from his form. His long pink hair cascaded down around his shoulders and he looked straight into the eyes of his brother.

He felt the energy of his brother, so warm to him, so calming. He knew there was no doubt, and at this point he felt as if he had been blessed. It was unreal to believe he'd finally found his only remaining family. There was no one else for him to go to, only the ma before him.

"I have indeed come a long way to find you. I originally lived in Europe. I've searched through heaven, and I've searched through this globe in search of you. I've looked for near half a millennium all in order to find you Brother. Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul, unseeded son of our father Io'rn, I am Roma Zenas Nateh. I am your brother, the seeded prince of dragons," said Roma, his vanity speaking near the end. He didn't intend to say to much, nor to offend, but he was told to tell it all. Roma stood at the fullest of his height, not being fool enough to extend his gloved hand in the gesture common to mortal and celestial races. He instead awaited the response of his brother with bated breath, hoping acceptance.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg's blood began to boil as the man who called himself his brother, spoke to him with such self reverence in comparison to Ilreg himself. The idea of having a sibling so far gone and preposterous to Ilreg, especially now, after having lived his whole life in solitude. "I do not need you to remind me of who I am, nor do I need you to parade to me your supposed unmerited self importance." Ilreg said sharply to the man in front of him, walking closer to stand directly in his face.

"A prince with no kingdom, do not speak highly to those you stand no taller than. Do you know who 'are' father was, do you know who you are speaking to about being seeded by him!" Ilreg said a in more annoyed than angered tone, freezing shackles around his newly revealed, brother's feet. Forming a short blade in his, he held it to Roma's neck. "Our 'father' was a barbarian, and you carry his stench with him. Tell me oh 'seeded' and wise Roma, what made you think I'd want any part of him back in my life?" Ilreg asked Roma, holding the blade closer to his face, probing him for the truth by reading his magical aura.

Dropping the blade, Ilreg caused it to levitate, floating around Roma to intimidate him, taking feint stabs as he folded his arms, realizing that Roma was indeed he father seeded son, something that tore at Ilreg from the inside, being the offspring that was worth no more to their father than refuse. "Is it companionship you seek, then go seek it from your father, or the wench that let him sully her loins." Ilreg said, turning away from Roma, unable to deny their kinship as much as he would have liked to.

[Roma Zenas Nateh]

Roma felt the atmosphere change as apprehension became anger. The only thing he could think of is an apology, but that would be futile. His brother was acting completely irrational, and his greeting had become a lot less acceptable. Roma didn't expect much, but at least a welcome free of chains and threats. As little as Roma held sovereignty over, he still knew himself a prince, and his brother was no difference. And talking down was not intended, but titles are titles, it is not meant for anything more then to show status. just as their father fancied himself royalty, so did Roma. Roma didn't mind so much the shackles, but the insults to their father caught him off guard. He hadn't thought so lowly of his father, the man was against half of Roma's hobbies and such, but it wasn't that bad. The only thing Roma took from his father was his memory and energy, and their shared element.

"I stand no higher then you, I see. I did not come here to place you on your knees brother. Father spoke of you but once, and I have never pried into the memories he's given me, I've always locked them away in my mind. He was never one for dance and manners as was my mother, he was a fighter and a pompous man. He gave me the inheritance of his memory and as he lay dying he gave to me what flux resided in him. I know him as my father, you seem to remember him as a foul brute. None of these things should ruin our relationship Ilreg."

Roma melded his shadow around himself, then slipped into the snow. In an instantaneous trip beneath the shadow of the snow he reshaped himself again, only a foot away, free of the shackles. Then, to avoid being chained once more, he shrouded himself in shadow, and morphed himself into the element making him intangible. Roma was a man who'd spent his time learning tricks to entertain and avoid conflict, this was one of many ways to achieve the desired state of invulnerability. He looked to his brother once more, safe from any icy affliction, but immobile as a result.

"Can we at least be civil? You're about as jumpy as a child, your temper is no different then the old 'barbarian'. Your resentment will turn you into his double in every way I am not Ilreg." said Roma through a poised gaze of indignation.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

"SILENCE! How dare you refer to me, your elder as a child you insolent whelp." Ilreg roared, splinting the ice underneath his feet in all directions. Ilreg spat on the ground in front of his intangible sibling, the spike pointing out of the ground where Roma's foot should have been. "I am nothing more than what he said I would become, a wretch and a damned insolent on at that. I would like to think that if you had the memories to access, they would have done so to understand who you wasted all that time looking, but I can see nothing more than a pompous and queer charlatan, your posh life at 'our' fathers heel making you soft." Ilreg said, snatching the knife that hovered above from the air.

"Look at you! You won't even stand before me in a manner becoming the fighter you claimed our father to be. I can't be civil, the man who raised you in luxury saw to that when he cast me aside to scrounge for scraps next to corpse of my dead mother, I honestly think I was not intended to survive the ordeal but his accursed blood that flows through me allowed me to survive. Whilst you were suckled at the teat of comfort. But of course, you would know nothing of this harsh life. If you want my attention, grab it in the manner to which 'our' reared me, and draw my blood here on the ice." Ilreg said holding his arms open as the wind picked up dramatically, blowing his white hair about.

[Roma Zenas Nateh]

The roaring note of his hot headed brothers voice boomed across the tundra's plane and made even the poised Roma shiver. The grounds split as if to give way to a frozen hell beneath Ilreg and Roma rose from the ice on a cloud of shadow morphed into a bed of roses. He hovered inches from the icy surface of Ilreg's natural habitat and watched the savage emotions race behind his brothers eyes. Roma knew his mind held memories able to pinpoint Ilreg whenever. He knew that his refusal to tap into the full depth of the seeded knowledge he was given kept him from finding his brother earlier. Yet, Roma was not ashamed that he'd spent time in searching, one reason being that he might not have been able to handle this treatment centuries ago.

Then there was the wrath of his feelings for their father, which Roma just barely understood. As far as Roma knew, Ilreg was an unwanted son, but there was obviously some horrid happening in the past. He was honestly afraid to search into the trove of memories in his mind, knowing the cruelty of his father, the crazed state he was trapped in even as he remained in control. Roma locked away his father's full past in the fear that he would fall into the same wild, bloodthirsty mindset as his late father. Roma felt a pain behind the anger of his brother and a tremor quaked his mind.

"I don't delve into the mind of that man. His memories remain locked away, but his atrocities haunt me in me sleep. His past sneaks up on me in my weaker moments. I've been raised with care, but I am not my father," said the still calm voice of Roma. though, next his voice shook and the pain of Ilreg's rage and rejection grew into an agitated tone. "So do not bare your chest to me as sacrifice. I am no beast, I will not turn on my kin as the fool that gave me life. I will not slash everything that displeases me. Is having a brother so atrocious to you? My outcast and abandoned brother, have you grown to hate everything in your solitude? See reason, what are you alone but a fallen prince? Just as I am a man with naught but a title what can you be alone in desolation where no man nor beast shall tread?"

Roma seemed to grow as he spoke with a elevated speech. His voice deep and full as he tried to retain composure. His dark magic acting alone to coat him in armor of darkness, causing his growing illusion. His hair whipping about his face and his robes fluttered wildly. He wasn't ignorant to the pain of loss, but he knew little of it. Ilreg had seen much more horror then Roma had been unlucky enough to see, and Roma was sure of it.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

Ilreg stared in silence as Roma addressed him about their father, promising Ilreg that he would not attack him, telling him that he would not succumb to the barbarism that Ilreg so plainly remembered about their father. He referred to Ilreg as abandoned and an outcast, labels both true as the rage filled dragon continued to absorb his words in silence. Ilreg pondered on why he had divulged so much to someone who claimed to be so close him, the catharsis he felt in the expression of the past was a strange new feeling.

Dissipating both the sword and the frost filled winds, Ilreg dropped his hands and lowered his head. Turning his head to the side, Ilreg exhaled in a moment of exasperation, "What do you seek here, companionship to sate your longing for a family. I am the product of negligence and violence, do you seek to travel to the dregs in my footsteps, to follow me into the blood and horror filled oblivion that lies ahead.

"I know not what lie ahead for my life, and I will not be responsible for your life, and I will not coddle your insecurities and feelings of lonliness, I cannot do those thing, for I know not the hand of kindness of pity. I have nothing to offer you..." Ilreg said, turning his eyes back Roma.

[Roma Zenas Nateh]

Roma felt odd after his words had been said, feeling as if he might have gone too far into his speech. Ilreg didn't seem to think so, and listened to his words. Roma saw his words had effected his brother immediately, the dragon dropped his hostility and sighed. Roma felt a great weight of anticipation drop from him when the enraged dragon dropped his guard. The fact that he'd gotten so far with his only brother so quickly pleased him, and Roma dropped himself to the ice once more. The magic that quelled up around him dissipated and his thickened armor returned to normal. Roma smiled, honest and unguarded, and took in the sight of his brother.

"I don't need a companion to take care of me. My mind and heart are strong enough to live alone without support. You don't need to coddle me our look after me. All I seek, all that I wish from you is that you strive to regain the title you rightfully hold. You fancy yourself a prince no less then I. Why not make the word hold an honest weight? But first.. I think you should practice smiling, you look so meek when you're not scowling." Roma was clearly unable to avoid teasing his defenseless brother. Though, if all went well he hoped the two of them would get along, and that his conceit would be reasonable in the near future.

[Ilreg Douisis Ofu'ul]

"Do not ostracize me, you frill adorned cur!" Ilreg snapped at Roma, his momentary sentimentality having since passed. Holding his head back high, Ilreg was aware that his momentary solace had been diminished, understanding that he was to return to his assigned task after his frigid sabbatical. Walking past Roma, Ilreg began to walk to aimlessly away from the arctic tundra, hoping to clear his mind. He stopped and kept hi head forward, not bothering to turn his neck an inch to address his brother.

"I have a mission to complete, and you will not hinder me with your presence. If you insist on serving as my shadow, I will not bar you from accompanying me. But I will not tolerate your jovial jests, so do not flatter yourself insinuating that I will become the model sibling you so desperately desire. And if you further insist that I reorient my facial structure, I will snack on your tongue after I tear from your jaws... knowing full well that it will grow back and the lesson learned." Ilreg said, awaiting Roma's footsteps before he continued.

[Roma Zenas Nateh]

Roma enjoyed the fact that he'd won, it was a victory he felt he could revel in. His older brother, the very symbol of a cold and unfeeling being, was left no choice but to accept his kin. Roma was sure he wouldn't simply open to him and be family, but it was enough to be accepted by one who sought only solitude. He couldn't help but smirk, it was a good day, and knowing what he did now, he wouldn't be losing track of his brother any time soon. Then his brother walked past, and Roma turned. Roma took a step, only to freeze realizing that Ilreg had stopped.

"Your shadow.. I can do that. Though, I'm not so sure I'll stop the jokes, I was born a trickster," Roma said as he shrouded melded into his shadow. Roma then attached himself to his brothers shadow, taking the active job of his brothers smile. With a laugh Roma spoke from his bodiless form at the feet of his elder sibling.

"You already are the model ornery older brother. You really should try smiling my brother, it couldn't hurt... you might even get laid." Roma said as he reshaped his brothers shadow into a caricature of Ilreg, but with a large charming grin. Roma even went as far as morphing the shadow into a colored copy on the floor to further torment his brother.