Victor scoffed toward the Dragon's demand for answers. It was not like he didn't have them, it was more like his past was messy, dark, and overall a door he left locked and threw the key away in some volcanic planet with three moons; figuratively speaking of course. He knew he couldn't evade the questions he was being asked, he tried his best to tell part of the truth to avoid being pestered, but he knew the dragon was growing impatient. He wasn't afraid to fight, if it came down to it, but he also wanted to avoid any form of violence if at all necessary.
Jondi's comments every now and again did lighten the mood for Victor, even though he's only known the dwarf for a small amount of time he's developed a sort of a soft spot for him. Taking a deep breath and staring into the eyes of the dragon, who took on the form of some sort of elven variety, Victor walked up to his porch and sat in a chair offering for both Jondi and the dragon to take a seat. He knew he would have to talk about his past, he just didn't know when and didn't know how. Many people knew of Victor, but many people also knew nothing about him, and if they did it was stuff he told them, vague stuff at that. He normally was able to get himself out of any situation in regards to his life, but this situation in particular was unavoidable.
Taking a long, long swig from his flask he prepared himself to reveal the truth about the cabin, and about how he got to the forest.
"A very long time ago, I fell in love with a Vanutei like myself. I couldn't reveal to them who or what I was but I knew they guessed I wasn't human after a month or two of us spending our time with one another. We had a kid together and I could say I have never felt happier in my life. Her name was Kiari and our son Vernos," Victor took another swig, "We built a cabin together. Though it took quite sometime, neither of us knew how to construct anything really, but we figured it out in the end. We wanted our own place to call home, a place to properly raise our family. We used to live in a province a long time ago, it almost felt like the dark ages. Without going into too much detail, lets just say not many people where fond of me or my work. I was a potions maker. I created cures for deadly illnesses. I fixed severed limbs, broken bones you name it. I put a lot of people out of business and it was never my intention to do so, but its just how it happened. I was trying to create the perfect life for my family, but it was a life that ended in disaster," Victor took a final swig from his flask making sure he got every last drop before tucking it away in his pocket. He took several deep breathes before continuing. A saddened look resting on his face.
You don't have to continue Victor! you've said enough! Saris said, but Victor had to continue.
"At the time us Vanutei were a peaceful race. We didn't quarrel with drama, didn't pick fights, we were just trying to live and love all. No one could understand that though...they thought I was taking everything from them...I wasn't. Kiari, Vernos and I left that province and created a mobile cabin you could say. We'd move and set up shop in places all around the globe, not staying for more than a month or a year tops. We mainly did this for protection, we didn't want people to think we were establishing ourselves and running more out of business, but its just how everyone saw us. We were hated and till this day I still don't understand why. I've saved lives, cured and fixed broken people, yet I was still hated. Many, many, many years after the dispute and our new mobile business plan we've developed a name for ourselves a name that traveled throughout the land, back to the place where it all started. This was when we had completed our cabin construction and Vernos was finally exhibiting the powers gaia bestowed upon us, it was one fo the proudest moments of my life a proud moment that turned into a horrible, vile memory," Tears began welling in Victor's eyes as he tried to fight them back but failed.
Victor please... Saris asked but it was clear at this point Victor had already gotten to deep into the story to make any sense of what Saris was trying to say, but what had to be said needed to be said.
"We don't know how they found us that night...I don't know how they managed to break into our cabin, but they did," Victor started getting choked up, "They dragged us out of our beds...I could remember their angry faces, screaming at my wife, my son and I. Hating us for ruining the legacy their parent's would have left them. It was more than just hate though, something sinister about it, about their words. I couldn't fight...It wasn't in my nature to kill them...I knew I could, Kiari knew she could...but we didn't...we couldn't. They stripped my son and my wife down to their bare flesh and held my eyes open with their fingers on my face and around my neck. I could have transformed but I would have destroyed the cabin...and our entire life was their...somethings couldn't be replaced. They said they wanted to teach us a lesson about losing it all and being left with nothing...They raped my boy and my wife in front of me. I could still hear their screams ringing in my ears. The pain and agony in their voices. They raped him to death and when the rape didn't kill my wife they snapped her neck. Vanutei are vulnerable when we take this form especially those who take the passive route. I thought they would kill me, but the instead knocked me unconscious leaving me there with my family...bare skin and all," Victor got up and walked inside the cabin disappearing for a few moments before returning with two seperate viles, one filled with a gleaming blue liquid and the other filled with a vibrant purple liquid, "This is all I have left of them...I swore to myself I would find the people who did this...and I did...I lost myself, lost my ways...I lost..it all. She was my light, my rock...my love...my life and now she and my son are gone." a stillness was in the air after Victor finished speaking about the cabins origin. He hadn't thought about the death of his family in quite some time. Telling the story in general puts a damper on his mood and mind. He didn't know how the others would react but if the truth is what was wanted then the truth he shall provide, "This cabin isn't just any old cabin..its my home...my life and my hideout from those who do not like me. I've only been here for a few weeks...but if you need me to leave...I suppose I can find another place. And just so you know. I scooped each individual tree in this area to make room for my cabin and planted the trees back properly...i have respect for this earth," Victor ended the statement with more shame on his face than closure.