Thread: Elven Romance (Michi No Sora Distain2003)

Thanos had been rooming the world for 5 centuries and had grown tired of this world. He was a Drow, and at this point in his life he should an old man. But a gift from the elven god Elune had taken that from him. Long long ago he had turned on his Drow brother's during a raid on an Elven temple. Despite all his training he could not attack and kill elven women and children nor could he allow it. He and the few elven guards managed to kill all but one of the invading Drow. Thanos still remembered the fight with the now long dead Drow captain. He remembered the mistake that cost him everything. His life, his family, his arm, he was young and aggressive easily exploitable by an old veteran. That is exactly what the captain did, when Thanos over shot his swing he took from him everything. 7 bones... 7 bones and the blade never even slowed. Thanos never felt the cut he only felt a slight pinch and then his arm laid next to him. Thanos was met in death by the Elven god who's temple he defended. He was giving the gift of never aging and was brought back to life with a new arm. It had been 500 years and he still could not control it completely when he got angry what ever was in his hand was crushed. The silver appendage was obscenely strong a but he still had not gotten used to its tight grip. Thanos had been working as a mercenary for the last 500 years. His Drow blood had giving him a reputation as a brutal fighter. Sadly for him though no one would welcome him into polite society. The elves still saw him as a Drow, and the Drow would always see him as the butcher of the temple of Elune. He was forced to deal with the human's or half breeds even though most of them still did not trust him. Thanos had been way on working on a ranch defending against horse theives for 5 months. Now that job had passed and he was nearly out of clothing. The barbed wire and dagger blades had torn the remainder of his cloths to shreds. He was wearing nothing but a pair of under shorts under his black armor. His 2 long curved swords crossed over his back. He ignored the nervous looks he received as he entered the human town late in the day. He had grown bored of them and just let people think what they would. He had no time to cross town to the other tailor not that he would if he did. It was growing late in the day and he wanted to place his order before they closed. The bell rang again as he entered shortly after Lillian had explained she had no money. He glanced up and saw the knife pointed at the young woman. He almost thought about letting her handle this herself as he was still bitter about the elves treatment of him. But he could not his morals would not allow him to let a woman be harmed if he could prevent it. He reached out with his left arm and gripped the mans shoulder pulling him back and throwing him down into the ground next to the door. That's enough! Leave now and you wont feel your life slipping away over a blade. He stared at the man calmly there could have been 50 and he would have known no fear. He had been searching the world death for 500 years. He had not found another skilled enough to take his life. He his right silver arm now completely masked by his armor reached slowly for his sword. Leave now i wont ask again.