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Mar 2, 2015 21:57:34 GMT -5
Post by Dionysios Arkadios on Mar 2, 2015 21:57:34 GMT -5
Dion was a resourceful man for the most part. He had to see what happened to his. He had to see it for himself. He knew that the likelihood of anything surviving after all these was minimal to none, but he was hoping he would at least be able to find out what happened. If nothing else, he could find out what happened to his brother. The last he knew was that the younger bear had killed their entire family. Kyrian would have killed him too had he not have been imprisoned in a vase. Thankfully, their aunt had protected him until her death. That was the one thing he didn't resent his aunt for. While he wasn't happy about being trapped for so long, he knew Thalia had only done it to protect him.
So when he heard about an excavation in an area of Greece that sounded all too close to what he remembered of his home, the ancient werebear had to find a way to get there. That was how he ended up on the contraption that was called a plane with the group who appeared to be headed in the general location of his home. It was how he was back in his homeland now. At first glance, however, Dion assumed he was mistaken. There was nothing familiar about the land they were excavating. It very nearly crushed his entire soul. Then they came to some remains that struck a nerve. His memory went into high gear as he recognized objects and that he once saw every day in his own home.
While he tried to keep attention off of himself while still searching for his own answers, he stayed out of sight during daylight and did his searching at night. Most of the things he found, he put back. The stuff he recognized as his family's were kept. Vases, jewelry, and other items from the spot his home had once been, were carefully stored away, especially a few marked journals that had apparently been protected to the point they were in nearly mint condition. He could tell his aunt had probably enchanted them for just that reason. When the professors and archeologists slept, he sat outside and read them, quickly realizing they weren't just his aunt's. Only two of them were Thalia's. One of them was his sister's. That was the one he hadn't skimmed through past the first page.
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Mar 29, 2015 18:09:46 GMT -5
Post by Jophiel on Mar 29, 2015 18:09:46 GMT -5
As a celestial being history was more than just a memory, it was an experience. Unlike her colleagues, Dina had witnessed the rise and fall of the very civilizations they were trying to learn about, but even for an Angel as old as she was, there was only so much information she could contain. Though she has traveled to every country at least twice, Greece was one of the few nations she visited the least, and in fact her presence at this moment would only be her fourth time here. Needless to say Greek culture and history was not her fortay, but when word spread of an ancient artifact that could be linked to an angelic being, she was one of the first on the plane.
She wasted no time in excavating the site and within hours found countless artifacts, but none was the one she was looking for; yet. The Angel reminded herself to remain patient and that with time she would find what she was looking for. Until then she remained restless and could only manage a couple of hours of sleep at a time. After hours of tossing and turning in her cot, she threw the covers off her and climbed out of bed with a groan. Maybe some fresh air would help and grabbing her notebook she left the comfort of her tent. Thinking everyone was asleep she didn't bother to grab a sweater to cover up the large wings displayed in a tattoo on her back. The campfire still blazed on, greeting anyone who couldn't find comfort in their cot, and with her notebook in hand headed towards it only to stop mid step at the sight of another presence. At first glance she thought it to be one of the archeologists but upon further inspection he was unrecognizable. A sudden thought rushed forth as fear consumed her, feeling the intruder may be a grave robber looking for easy cash, but the more she waited and watched the more she noticed that he wasn't stealing - but reading. The last few days artifacts have been going missing and now with the presence of the stranger she had a strange feeling she knew why.
With the absence of danger present she decided it would be safe to approach the stranger and it was her curiosity that gave her a voice to break the silence. "If you've been the one stealing our artifacts I suggest you give them up now. You do know it's wrong to steal priceless artifacts for money, right?" She said calmly as she approached him from behind, thinking he must have felt brave enough to stick around where he could be easily caught. |
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Mar 29, 2015 20:11:08 GMT -5
Post by Dionysios Arkadios on Mar 29, 2015 20:11:08 GMT -5
Dion didn't flinch when he even heard someone's approach. He didn't care if he got caught. Most people would just ignore him anyway. He was too stuck on the very last entry of his aunt's journal. It went into detail of just why she never released despite how much progress he made. She knew what his brother would do to him if she did. She hadn't written him off as a lost cause. Her goal had been to protect him and keep him alive. Dion closed his eyes as he committed that to memory. Thalia had truly died to protect him. When the voice rang through his ears from behind him, Dion finally turned around to face the woman. He shut the journal, set it down on his bag, and stood up to face her fully. He scrutinized her for a few minutes as he contemplated exactly how to answer. She was perceptive. He had to give her that much.
“You act as though unburying the homes of the dead isn't wrong in general,” he said calmly. “I mean the only reason anyone does it for money or some other personal gain such as credit for unearthing the secrets there. No matter the reason, it's rarely noble.”
It may be his opinion, but it was true for most nonetheless. They could say it was educating the world on lost history but in reality they tended to put more stock on who found it, how and why. They claimed one thing but their name would be plastered in gold and a lot of times they had it all wrong. Dion didn't particularly care for the most part, but this was his home they were digging up. Everything here was more than just history to him. It was all memories.
“It's not stealing, if what you're taking is yours in the first place,” he said simply.
He had no reason to lie to her. The things he took were all his. They all belonged to himself or his family. He wasn't stealing anything. He wasn't taking things that held no sentimental value toward him. He was no thief. He was just a man looking for answers about a kingdom that was once his.
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Mar 29, 2015 20:36:56 GMT -5
Post by Jophiel on Mar 29, 2015 20:36:56 GMT -5
Despite knowing he was unaware of her intentions, she couldn't help but feel hurt by his statement and it showed clearly on her face. It was true that most archeologists were only in it for the fame and money, but Dina wasn't like the others nor was she here for the city underneath their feet. She was here for one purpose and one purpose only; Michael's disappearance. The book he tucked away in his bag could very well be a piece of evidence in his disappearance, but instead of attempting to retrieve it from him she remained stagnant, and listened.
"Is that so?" She said, folding her arms across her chest. A slight gust of wind swept between the two, bringing with it strange aromas she hadn't picked up on in a long time. Werebears weren't common, and if what he said was true, if this was his home, he had to be incredibly old, and to her disdain, completely right in taking the missing artifacts. She felt without that gust of wind she wouldn't of understood so easily, but even now she still wanted to know who he was and why he stuck around at the scene of the crime.
"And you feel it is better for them to be forgotten rather than celebrated? Isn't that what you mortals do? Live to be remembered? Even if someone was to make a profit, if it wasn't for that persons ambition, your story...your family's story, would be lost through time. Is that what you would want for them? To be forgotten?" She spoke as she slowly approached and looked him in the eyes intensely as if looking into his soul. "And the ruins were already starting to surface naturally when we got here. As if it wanted to be found. Perhaps by you?" |
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Apr 1, 2015 14:24:20 GMT -5
Post by Dionysios Arkadios on Apr 1, 2015 14:24:20 GMT -5
Dion thought about her words. On the one hand, she was right. There had been a time he would have strived for his bloodline to go down in history. That was before the world he knew burned to the ground. His expression darkened as he thought about his family. His brother's betrayal burned deep inside him and now that he knew the truth he wanted blood. Being locked away for so long, however, allowed Dion to be able to tamp down his temper quite well. He still went into rages of course. Being a werebear made that inevitable.
“Not everything is meant to be remembered,” he said.
From what he read in his aunt's journal, his brother had already set their home up to die before he killed her. He hasn't ruled it. He essentially set fire to it and let it burn because he was consumed in finding Dion. As wrong as his brother was, Dion couldn't bring himself to allow strangers to discover how twisted his brother had become. He wasn't sure if he was protecting his brother's memory despite the fact he didn't deserve it or if he was protecting himself.
“My family were the ruling force for centuries,” he said. “The little things I take won't take anything from them. We were known as friends and loved as family. The only things I have taken are more to answer personal questions I have. It won't take away from anything you find. I'll tell you one thing. Anything you find depicting men turning into bears are not god tales. This was one of the few places ruled by weres and the only one that was founded and ruled by a single family of werebear.”
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Apr 6, 2015 17:29:27 GMT -5
Post by Jophiel on Apr 6, 2015 17:29:27 GMT -5
He had truth behind his statement that even the ArchAngel couldn't argue with, but it wasn't enough to sedate the bluntness of hers and the one sided view she had on creatures of the moon. "I've never known bears to govern anything but the fear they put into mortals hearts and the destruction they bring to their homes, let alone an entire city, but, we have come across a few artifacts and though my colleagues may believe such stories to be pure fantasy, I do not. I know the truth."
She began to make her way closer to him and just when it seemed she would bump into him she redirected her path around him and took station at the very seat he held moments ago. "I tale it your thirst for knowledge hasn't been quenched, else you would have left by now." She was highly curious in his business here but made a conscious effort not to stare at him for too long else provoke unwanted attention, and instead watched the embers of the fire dance in the air and illuminate her face with a fiery glow. "What exactly is it that you're looking for? I may be of some help." |
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Apr 23, 2015 19:36:09 GMT -5
Post by Dionysios Arkadios on Apr 23, 2015 19:36:09 GMT -5
The woman's hang ups on his breed would have offended him, except they were true. Bears had a rather unpredictable temperament to put it kindly. His bloodline was a little more unique than the rest. There was nothing particularly special about them, but strict discipline was something that became expected. They learned young how to control their tempers so by the time of their first turns adrenaline turns could be avoided more easily. If an heir did not learn how to reign in their emotions or refused to, they didn't make it to the thrown. In fact, there were times that a werebear would simply be exiled if they proved to be to unruly and unpredictable. It was harsh and strict but for a ruling family of bears it was necessary.
“The story goes that one of my ancestors came to her when it was no more than a village,” he explained. “He had been bitten by something, and one of the family's tended his wounds. He turned on a full moon and killed the family. The village chased him out but he ran into a man a learned that man was the one who attacked him and he planned to attack the village for some reason or another and asked for my distant grandfather's help. Instead of accepting, he chose to help the village. He did his research and the morning before the next full moon he returned to the village with enough weapons and information for the villagers to defend themselves. Since he couldn't trust himself he told the villagers to chain him up. The moral of the story is he promised to protect them for shelter and ended up as their leader.
Thankfully before his turning he was pretty good at reigning in his temper so unpredictable turns weren't common in him and he was able to keep the town safe until it grew and thrived as a small city-state. Every child he had learned to control their emotions and tantrums at a young and when they didn't and lashed out they punished for it immediately. Those who refused to listen weren't trusted to rule and some were even banished if they allowed themselves to succumb to adrenaline-induced turns that ended in injury or death of a resident or even a visitor. We were never allowed to lose control. Don't get me wrong,” he added with a smirk, “we were vicious to our enemies. We were just extremely loyal to our subjects.”
Dion fell silent as he thought back to the journals. She was right. He hadn't found anything that could even remotely answer his questions. It both irritated and saddened him, but it didn't surprise him. The journals he found were only from those who died before the fall of the kingdom. He wanted to know why. He took the journals out of his bag and handed them to her.
“I don't really know why I took these,” he said. “I knew they wouldn't help answer my questions. They couldn't. Both of the writers were killed before the fall. Which is what I was looking for. I need to know what caused it. Who caused it. I wasn't there to protect them and I need to know if I would have even had a chance. Plus, one of my family members is unaccounted for.”
He wasn't normally very open. He didn't really accept help from others, but he didn't see the harm in it at this point. It was certainly better than getting caught by someone else who would likely lock him up on theft charges or something else of that nature.
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