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(Just a piece iv'e written to reveal a little more backstory to this guy below. A huge thank you goes out to the amazing 
EnigmaArts who kindly illustrated this scene for me, you'll find the original piece on her page here. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45582473/ )
Az'arektar stood alone atop the crest of a hill among the great stretch of wilderness that surrounded him, standing in silence before the great canvas of twinkling stars above him. The only sound to be heard was the strange far off whooping calls of the nocturnal fauna of this foreign world, that called this forest home. As well as the soft rustling of the branches of trees around him, as they gently swayed in the breeze that swept through them.
Exhaling deeply, letting out a rueful sigh and slowly lowering his rifle down by his side, resting the buttplate down upon the dirt. He lifted his head and turned his tired eyes skyward, staring mournfully off into the dark expanse of space beyond.
Varrisang, his homeworld was not even a tiny speck, too distant to be visible from here but he knew it was out there somewhere.
He in some ways missed it, he missed the marshy wetlands where he used to fish before his time in the order. He missed the warmth of it's suns and the salty air against his scales, the sound of the sea crashing against the rocks as he wondered along the sandy coastline of the continent on which he lived. The people he once knew especially, whose memory of had faded, being so far away from home for so long. But no matter how much he wished to, he knew to return would very likely mean death.
In his mind Az'arektar went over what vague details he could remember of his past, his time in the order and how it all came down to this.
Fragmented visions of his early childhood, his mother and father. The village engulfed in flame, and the cause of their tragic deaths flashed through his mind. Along with that of the Dragoness of deep azure blue scales, that saved and fostered him. Their time together in the mountains and the stories she'd told, both wondrous and those that quite disturbed him. As well as the last time they were together before she and him parted ways.
After that a blur of moments of his adolescence, including names and faces he could scarcely recall before his service as part of the Skyguard. He knew they meant something to him as well, but he couldn't quite remember what. But it didn't really matter now anyway, it had been so long. Like those he knew in the future to come, he knew he wouldn't see them again.
He had become so used to losing those that he was close to or admired, the pain of loss he had experienced so many times now that he'd become emotionally numb to it. Friends seemed to come and go quite often in that order back then. Every one he got to know well enough to develop a bond of friendship with, didn't seem to last very long and their company he too sorely missed.
He thought despite being so enthusiastic to join this peacekeeping order, driven on by the overwhelming desire to protect. To fight for peace and to end suffering.
While he had been a very successful member and earned his promotion to captain through great effort, not to mention becoming one of the most feared of his kin among the orders enemies. It in the end brought him very little joy, and any time he felt truly happy back then was only fleeting.
What he'd witnessed was far darker than he could've imagined. Misfortune seemed to follow him wherever he went, and peaked at the time the order began to collapse from within.
His last involvement with the Skyguard and the source of all his troubles from then on. Came in the form of a grave accusation of war crimes and a hurried investigation into such. Unarmed innocents had been wrongfully harmed in an outrageous and brutal fashion. He knew he nothing to do with it, and did no wrong. But to be right there at the wrong place at the wrong time, was grounds enough for suspicion and frustratingly the blame was shifted on him. Everything seemed to go wrong at once, and for all those that came to his defence many more were there to testify against him. He didn't understand, he was furious and he demanded answers. But noone would listen. As soon as the news got out and it was shared far and wide, he found his reputation and status quickly in tatters. He was no longer the famed captain as people once viewed him. Looked upon him instead with shock and disgust, as he was bundled into a cell built especially to hold him, aboard a cruiser bound back to Varrisang for punishment.
He lowered his gaze down to the grass at his feet, and shook his head in disbelief.
It might not have been the best of ideas, but to be executed in place of the true perpetrator and allow them to live the rest of their life free of consequence. That didn't exactly sit well with him. Something had to be done about this injustice, he had to escape and with some force he did so. Though it didn't make him look any less guilty, in fact it unfortunately made things far more difficult for him in the long run and he should've known.
On top of all this, some time after he soon found himself placed with a bounty on his head and hunted wherever he went. He almost couldn't go anywhere, or stay anywhere long without any trouble, bounty hunters from near and far always seemed to track him down somehow. There was always someone who recognized him. He did not know who it could be that was spreading this information so far and wide, who was keeping tabs on him or even the price for his capture, dead or alive. But all he knew is it was best he kept moving, evading and fighting off those that confronted him if he absolutely had to. Though that made whatever bounty that was on him seemingly increase, as the sticky situations he encountered became more frequent as more experienced hunters pursued him, attracted by the challenge. He wasn't sure how much more of them he could deal with now.
He found some safety in befriending a small group of vigilantes, and even agreed to help them for some time. But even that came with complications, as they weren't always so well received by everyone. To some they were respected as those that showed great courage in standing up for justice and a fair society, in a galaxy full of corruption and cruelty. But to others they were met with distrust and labeled as terrorists, which actually didn't help his situation much at all, if not make it even worse.
He wondered darkly to himself if one day someone would actually best him and leave him, along with the truth dead. Or even if he'd ever live long enough to clear his name, recover from all this trauma and live out the rest of his days in peace.
That's all he ever wanted, he really wanted to help bring peace to those that needed it most. Everything he ever did in an effort to help those in need, to bring happiness to those lost and afraid seemed all for nothing now. Some part of him wished he left room for love as well, but he was too busy fighting to ever think about it. He had doubts about it before, but now found himself yearning for it and a little too late he felt.
He let out a despairing whine and retreated slowly backward toward a clump of trees behind him, until his back came to bump against the rough bark of one and stopped abruptly. Slumping lazily back against the trunk, and slowly sliding down.
All these depressing thoughts were all becoming far too much for him. He hated to show any kind of what he perceived as weakness, but at that moment he felt truly helpless. He had no idea what the future ahead would bring and it worried him. All this trouble and no sign of any way to solve these problems. Not knowing where to turn.
He might not have always made the best decisions he admitted to himself. But this all felt so wrong and unfair, so far it really felt as though fate had been working against him and this is how it will always be.
If only he'd chosen to remain a simple fisherman back on Varrisang like he had been so long ago now, he thought. Maybe he would've lived a more peaceful and most importantly a much less miserable life. He sincerely wished it wasn't too late to find a way to change things for the better. Some day.
His thoughts quietening as he grew more tired, he bowed his head and let his rifle drop down softly by his side. His heavy eyes slowly beginning to slide shut as he fell asleep where he sat, gradually drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
EnigmaArts who kindly illustrated this scene for me, you'll find the original piece on her page here. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45582473/ )Az'arektar stood alone atop the crest of a hill among the great stretch of wilderness that surrounded him, standing in silence before the great canvas of twinkling stars above him. The only sound to be heard was the strange far off whooping calls of the nocturnal fauna of this foreign world, that called this forest home. As well as the soft rustling of the branches of trees around him, as they gently swayed in the breeze that swept through them.
Exhaling deeply, letting out a rueful sigh and slowly lowering his rifle down by his side, resting the buttplate down upon the dirt. He lifted his head and turned his tired eyes skyward, staring mournfully off into the dark expanse of space beyond.
Varrisang, his homeworld was not even a tiny speck, too distant to be visible from here but he knew it was out there somewhere.
He in some ways missed it, he missed the marshy wetlands where he used to fish before his time in the order. He missed the warmth of it's suns and the salty air against his scales, the sound of the sea crashing against the rocks as he wondered along the sandy coastline of the continent on which he lived. The people he once knew especially, whose memory of had faded, being so far away from home for so long. But no matter how much he wished to, he knew to return would very likely mean death.
In his mind Az'arektar went over what vague details he could remember of his past, his time in the order and how it all came down to this.
Fragmented visions of his early childhood, his mother and father. The village engulfed in flame, and the cause of their tragic deaths flashed through his mind. Along with that of the Dragoness of deep azure blue scales, that saved and fostered him. Their time together in the mountains and the stories she'd told, both wondrous and those that quite disturbed him. As well as the last time they were together before she and him parted ways.
After that a blur of moments of his adolescence, including names and faces he could scarcely recall before his service as part of the Skyguard. He knew they meant something to him as well, but he couldn't quite remember what. But it didn't really matter now anyway, it had been so long. Like those he knew in the future to come, he knew he wouldn't see them again.
He had become so used to losing those that he was close to or admired, the pain of loss he had experienced so many times now that he'd become emotionally numb to it. Friends seemed to come and go quite often in that order back then. Every one he got to know well enough to develop a bond of friendship with, didn't seem to last very long and their company he too sorely missed.
He thought despite being so enthusiastic to join this peacekeeping order, driven on by the overwhelming desire to protect. To fight for peace and to end suffering.
While he had been a very successful member and earned his promotion to captain through great effort, not to mention becoming one of the most feared of his kin among the orders enemies. It in the end brought him very little joy, and any time he felt truly happy back then was only fleeting.
What he'd witnessed was far darker than he could've imagined. Misfortune seemed to follow him wherever he went, and peaked at the time the order began to collapse from within.
His last involvement with the Skyguard and the source of all his troubles from then on. Came in the form of a grave accusation of war crimes and a hurried investigation into such. Unarmed innocents had been wrongfully harmed in an outrageous and brutal fashion. He knew he nothing to do with it, and did no wrong. But to be right there at the wrong place at the wrong time, was grounds enough for suspicion and frustratingly the blame was shifted on him. Everything seemed to go wrong at once, and for all those that came to his defence many more were there to testify against him. He didn't understand, he was furious and he demanded answers. But noone would listen. As soon as the news got out and it was shared far and wide, he found his reputation and status quickly in tatters. He was no longer the famed captain as people once viewed him. Looked upon him instead with shock and disgust, as he was bundled into a cell built especially to hold him, aboard a cruiser bound back to Varrisang for punishment.
He lowered his gaze down to the grass at his feet, and shook his head in disbelief.
It might not have been the best of ideas, but to be executed in place of the true perpetrator and allow them to live the rest of their life free of consequence. That didn't exactly sit well with him. Something had to be done about this injustice, he had to escape and with some force he did so. Though it didn't make him look any less guilty, in fact it unfortunately made things far more difficult for him in the long run and he should've known.
On top of all this, some time after he soon found himself placed with a bounty on his head and hunted wherever he went. He almost couldn't go anywhere, or stay anywhere long without any trouble, bounty hunters from near and far always seemed to track him down somehow. There was always someone who recognized him. He did not know who it could be that was spreading this information so far and wide, who was keeping tabs on him or even the price for his capture, dead or alive. But all he knew is it was best he kept moving, evading and fighting off those that confronted him if he absolutely had to. Though that made whatever bounty that was on him seemingly increase, as the sticky situations he encountered became more frequent as more experienced hunters pursued him, attracted by the challenge. He wasn't sure how much more of them he could deal with now.
He found some safety in befriending a small group of vigilantes, and even agreed to help them for some time. But even that came with complications, as they weren't always so well received by everyone. To some they were respected as those that showed great courage in standing up for justice and a fair society, in a galaxy full of corruption and cruelty. But to others they were met with distrust and labeled as terrorists, which actually didn't help his situation much at all, if not make it even worse.
He wondered darkly to himself if one day someone would actually best him and leave him, along with the truth dead. Or even if he'd ever live long enough to clear his name, recover from all this trauma and live out the rest of his days in peace.
That's all he ever wanted, he really wanted to help bring peace to those that needed it most. Everything he ever did in an effort to help those in need, to bring happiness to those lost and afraid seemed all for nothing now. Some part of him wished he left room for love as well, but he was too busy fighting to ever think about it. He had doubts about it before, but now found himself yearning for it and a little too late he felt.
He let out a despairing whine and retreated slowly backward toward a clump of trees behind him, until his back came to bump against the rough bark of one and stopped abruptly. Slumping lazily back against the trunk, and slowly sliding down.
All these depressing thoughts were all becoming far too much for him. He hated to show any kind of what he perceived as weakness, but at that moment he felt truly helpless. He had no idea what the future ahead would bring and it worried him. All this trouble and no sign of any way to solve these problems. Not knowing where to turn.
He might not have always made the best decisions he admitted to himself. But this all felt so wrong and unfair, so far it really felt as though fate had been working against him and this is how it will always be.
If only he'd chosen to remain a simple fisherman back on Varrisang like he had been so long ago now, he thought. Maybe he would've lived a more peaceful and most importantly a much less miserable life. He sincerely wished it wasn't too late to find a way to change things for the better. Some day.
His thoughts quietening as he grew more tired, he bowed his head and let his rifle drop down softly by his side. His heavy eyes slowly beginning to slide shut as he fell asleep where he sat, gradually drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
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