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| Topic Started: Oct 23 2010, 02:40 PM (183 Views) | |
| KosmicBeast | Oct 23 2010, 02:40 PM Post #1 |
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Inherit the Stars
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Since the beginning of Nyrvyria, the Syneath race has ruled, conquered and divided. The slogan runs through them like a fault, compromising everything that has been given and used for. Like most futile efforts, the Syneath have been living in war, slaughter, blood, and desperate acts of survival. The numbers have fallen to nearly negative numbers, living at a decreasing slant as the population decreases and comes to a slope of a decline. Recent attacks, one after another, have been futile against the Syneath. The Syrask and Acolyte making their return in their rise, being invaders of the planet like they have been for so many centuries, destroying one planet after another. Throughout recorded time, there have been three kinds of dragons, the Syneath, the Sanguyne, and the Asphyxian. And only two infections: the Syrask and the Acolyte. They have been subdivided in many ways, cultivating, borne with countless different names, and still they fight and want more. The same pattern always asserts itself, becoming an equilibrium itself. But throughout the years of waging wars and constant battles, none of them have broken down and surrendered. They're unconquerable and unattainable. Like most matters, the Syneath bow to no one but Mother. Who is Mother you may ask? Mother is more over stronger than a God or a Deity. She is the creator. The Birth Giver. Since recent Syneath history, all is written in a book called the Book of Bedlam. Nothing goes in or out of the building that captivates the ancient history of Syneath language and spoken words. Through decades and years, many Syneath have never seen Mother in person. Not even the indigenous creatures of Nyrvyria. Denizens speak of her as a formal God or a creature of power. Others say she is a spoken word. A myth. Some folktale or legend. But all in reality, she is real. She isn't some stone set on a high rigged temple to be praised to. Nor is Mother a creature of imagination. All in all, Mother is just like them: a dragon. A Syneath. Which is how the breed came to be and Nyrvyria itself. Mother is a symbol to the race, their entity, their leader, their life. Kill Mother and you kill the entire race, and the possibility of the planet, but that's if the killer of Mother hasn't taken her heart or orb. Mother is what keeps the life of Nyrvyria going and the heart of the Syneath. To put in most words, Mother has only been seen by very few and some even regret baring the jaws over their throat's. The Syneath are her children, which is why she pertained the name Mother. When Mother cries, they cry. When she weeps, they shed tears. When she is enraged, they come. When Mother is here, they are secure. When Mother is gone... so are they. Mother is simply their life source. But how do they know Mother is really female? Because they know. It was embedded inside of them. Which pertains to be their hearts, which are all individual and different. Mother was simply given a name. The name ranges into different and countless sources. Some call her Syn, while others call her Reveille. But her true name is Synile. Synile Annibal. Her name doesn't mean anything blood written. Two simple words put together: serenity and war. As volatile as she is and can be, she paints a mural in blood, but not of her own. Those who offend, insult, attack or oppose her or her children. Those would meet Mother would surely regret seeing the gaping jaws, the last image they would ever see. But throughout Gods and Deitys, there's one more: Big Brother. Big Brother isn't a creator nor a God. Big Brother is moreover something else. The Brother of Mother. But never has he been herd of nor seen. It has been classified that Big Brother is simply a motivation towards the Syneath race, but even then, not much of a life source like Synile is and always will be. The entire race is depended upon Synile, but little less on Big Brother. There is no Big Sister, but if so, then she is less likely to be like Synile or around her power. Even then, the lineage of Synile runs through thick, the blood of Mother itself growing larger and living on. But it doesn't stop there. In the years of now, the Syneath reign with power. But that's then, not now. 2020 In the past, the Syneath have been all equal and unattainable. Their viruses and diseases becoming more volatile and malicious. Throughout the years, the Syneath have been dying slowly, much like Mother herself. How? The plague that buries in Nyrvyria: Syrask and Acolyte. As years passed by, the decline of the Syneath have become exponential, increasing not by one, but multiplying each time as years went by. Now, in the year 2020, the Syneath are nonexistent. No sign or source of the race or any hope of them coming back. Then they used to run freely without danger or the thought of extinction. But now, there is to be none left. Not even on other planets. Their blood line is infected by a plague, the venom that runs through their body from the sinking teeth of either Syrask or Acolyte. The friends they used to know and the ones they once called allies are now the inferior enemy of the Syneath. The Syneath do not exist in this era of Nyrvyria, nor does Mother. Replica, Mother of the Syrask, now basks on her ledge beyond the hive of Nyrvyria, controlling what Synile used to control and order. What is Synile's is now hers. The Syneath became the infestation, the infection of Nyrvyria. The Syneath will never come back nor even rise from extinction. Hope doesn't run deep this time, nor will it ever. The Syrask and Acolyte own this one. Even then the Aryan race is still holding on, which whom hold some Syneath blood, along with the other thriving races. But their efforts will soon then become futile as the Syrask and Acolyte prosper and ensure their infection. Soon enough Nyrvyria will become like the other planets they invaded: dead, rotting and decaying. Like the race itself. But even then, Synile is still apart of the planet. When a Syneath dies, so does a piece of Nyrvyria. |
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