| Geness | Ira the Mage-Knight and Ivram the Dragon |
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| Anniversary | February 12th, 2025 |
Ira the Mage-Knight and Ivram the Dragon
The Detail - Delta Sleep
I know
Where your heart goes
When your lonely
And you can’t see it’s far too early
To be hurting
From a future
So uncertainCome now
Regain some control
What is tomorrow in the first place?
How then
Can we still pretend
That we know
Solace is everything?
Where did I go wrong
I don’t want to know
When did I go wrong
I don’t want to know
Geness Quote
When the storybooks are wrong.
When the knight needs saving.
And when the dragon is the savior.
“Kill the dragon.” Those were the words, the orders, that sent the loyal knight from the city.
He heeded those words. He obeyed the orders and went into the forest where the dragon lurked.
He fought his way through thicket, vine, monsters, and a fog cast by the dragon that clouded the mind.
A voice in his head told him to run, to leave, to live. Just turn back little knight.
But the knight was loyal or perhaps foolish. Or perhaps it was his own desperation that forced his heavy feet to trudge forward and further into the forest. To kill the dragon or die. Because death stood in front of him, nothing was at his back. And wasn’t that the same thing? Or was it worse? He had nothing but a fancy title and a duty to do. For there was nothing in his life and he knew.
He had no family, no friends, just a fear that he would end up alone, on the streets, and truly with nothing again. A boy turned a beggar who the world turned a blind eye to. He felt despised.
But when he met the the dragon. Truly met him as he pointed his spear at his skull. Ready to ‘kill the dragon’ as he was ordered, the knight heard the dragon’s voice.
The dragon asked, “Is this what you truly want?”
For the first time he was give a chance to choose. To direct his life in any way and direction he could.
For the first time he was shown kindness. Kindness only from a creature who he had only thought of as a beast and a vicious monster before this.
He realized his order’s were wrong. That he was wrong too.
The knight threw aside his spear.
With this one meeting the knight and the dragon’s lives were changed.
Ira - [In his Mage-Knight armor]
Ira - In Mage-Knight armor v2
Ira - In casual clothing.
Ivram - [In his human form]
Ivram - [Demi-Dragon form]
Ivram - [Demi-Dragon form.]
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The question comes out of nowhere. Thin air. Or so Ira thought as everything with that question stops. His body as he rushed forward to attack stops. The dragon stops. The forest itself and all its creatures stop. It was as if everything in the confines of these woods turned inward. It all turned inward to look at him. Looking into the others that came before Ira, The Dragon saw what they wanted. What they desired. Fame. Money. Pride. Praise. Self-Preservation. Selfishness. “You’re unlike all the rest.” All those who came before this little knight to slay him knew what they wanted going into this journey. Their minds were were full of selfish desires. “But you on the other hand? You are a blank slate. An empty vessel who is filled with other’s choices and wants and desires.” Always walking one step in front of another. Never looking back. For what reason is there when you are such a loyal dog, who never questions commands? The dragon’s eyes look down upon Ira. They were gold and clear and…beautiful? Was it possible to find beauty in your quarry? “What do you want?” The dragon asks Ira again. It lowers its head, it’s body fully to the ground. At his full height, he stands eye level to the dragon as the dragon laid fully to the ground from snout to tail tip. Ira can feel his breath rush all around him as the dragon breathed heavily. And as his rough voice echoes out again in his woods it rumbles through him. Sending goosebumps trailing across his skin. “What do you want, Mage-Knight? To kill me? To run and live your life? What do you want to do?” 
The Dragon offers him a choice. For the first time you have a choice. And by a dragon no less. A monster. A beast. Ira’s hands tremble at his sides. His spear falls loose in his grip. What DO you want? |
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