Behind Amber Eyes

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Came up with the idea for this guy a lil while ago. He's a Satyr for my modern tech Fantasy universe. So he's from the same world as my Dwarf Orc hybrid.

Ronald DerWright walked the steps of an old ruin in the forest. His eyes staring straight before him but not really seeing. The ruins were Satyr but not those of his own tribe. At least not the tribe he was born into. His people were broken. Disparate. There was no voice which spoke for them all. Instead there were many squabbling voices. Ron's amber eyes softened at the memory of his childhood. Mocked by his piers for his "weakness" which was beyond his control. Ill frequently. No friends. A father who wouldn't see the potential of his son's mind but only a "deviant" interest in the ways of the outlanders. Ron slung his knife which he'd only been absently fiddling with as he ascended the steps. Amber eyes facing forward. The same eyes as his mother. The same eyes as the statues which silently watched over this abandoned land. Ron remembered what had lead to his life among men and elves and orcs and dwarfs. He'd become very ill and the healer would not help. He had the eyes of the cursed. He remembered pain. Remembered some of his father's words abut a weak son and the mistake of of taking a woman of cursed eyes as his mate. He remembered an Elvish doctor who made the pain go away. The word Exile told to his family. The Yells of his father. A bright light as the Elf whisked him and his mother away. Ron reached the top of the steps Amber eyed status stood about where there was a large stone tablet. Ron's life had improved since they left. He was given medicines and treatments from doctors of all kinds. He was rarely ill anymore. He made a few friends. He learned how to use a sword. Learned how to harness the magic of nature that many Satyr possessed. Now coming of age he looked to learn how to heal others as he was. Ron walked to the large tablet. The words were in the old tongue but he knew it well. As he read it he could hear the words as if his mother were reading them. "Here stands Center of our Culture. Knowledge for all. Freedom for all. May we move together forward. My the past give us strength and may we draw strength from one another. Look forward all. And remember. We with the Amber Eyes."

Well hope you guys liked the pic and lil story. ^^

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