Post by Boredum on May 15, 2009 19:17:28 GMT -5
He was asleep in the small village. His hair had been an awkward alabaster, completely uncommon. Wearing leather clothing, a simple rapier hung from his cloth belt. Dressed in complete black and brown, he could easily be shown as a hunter. A small bandana of a worn out grey hung on his head, pulling his bothersome bangs back. Leaning on one of the small huts, Emyt yawned. He slowly lifted his head, blinking wearily.
Where is everyone? The seventeen year old thought, glancing about. Had something happened while he was asleep? No, surely not. He would’ve heard a commotion. Emyt straightened up, walking over to a deserted house.
“Hello?” He asked, opening the door and peeking in the dark room. Only a small fire cackled weakly. Apart from that, there were only shadows.
A slight rasping breath was heard; it was barely human. Surprised, Emyt drew his sword with one swift motion. “Come out!” He growled. He was ambushed, with dark, inhuman beasts appearing from the shadows. Emyt gulped, gripping his sword.
On four legs, the wolven beings stalked forwards. Why, they were huge! Much too big to attack with a flimsy, small blade. How could he attack them?
As he thought, two of the animals lunged at him, deranged claws outstretched to slice him in half. Lithe body flipped away from the two, swinging with the steel weapon. It barely scratched the monster.
Quickly! To the Fire! A voice rang out in his head, and at the heat of battle, Emyt had to listen. Scurrying over to the almost dead fire, he managed to slip and dodge the animals. When one of the huge jaws opened and went after his face, the red-eyed boy shrieked. The wolf-brute landed on his chest, his claws digging deep in he boy’s upper body. Emyt felt blood splatter all over his body, and he felt huge teeth bite down on the right side of his face. Unbearable pain rang throughout the boy’s senses.
In desperation, Emyt struggled to get the thing off. Only after his face was mauled could he get the thing off. His face partially gone and his chest bleeding like a waterfall, he collapsed.
Do not give up! The voice screamed in his mind. Emyt felt the dark beasts stalk forwards. The fire was only a couple feet away. He had made up a terrible decision. Rolling on his back, he flipped into the flames of the fire. Clearly suicide.
However, he did not feel any heat, or any scorch marks. Instead, he felt warmth and his wounds healing.
Argh, get off! Emyt, who was basking in all the healing and warmth, jumped violently. The beasts had still been around the fire, though they seemed afraid to attack. He turned to look through the flames.
A long, slim sword poked through the flames and ashes. It was amazing. Ruby in colour—and possibly made out of it--, Emyt was automatically drawn to it. Grabbing it by the hilt, the boy felt himself change. Warmth spread all over his body, healing his bloody wounds. Something else seemed to enter his soul. It was warm, burning with a fiery spirit that made Emyt gasp.
Calm down, I won’t hurt you. The voice continued to speak. Attack the dark beasts with the fire sword. My soul will keep you safe. We are forever entwined, our souls mixed as one. Do not fear. I will not let you fail.[/color]
Finally, the white haired boy leapt from the fireplace, wielding the sword with a hunter’s expertise. The beasts lunged at him; their claws outstretched and ready to attack. But that attack never came.
Instead, the ruby sword swung eagerly, hitting a couple at once. The swiftness of the blade was quite surprising; Emyt realized that this was not just a normal sword he was holding. In an attempt to move the sword by himself, he felt a sharp twang of ice on his shoulder. Perhaps he shouldn’t go against it and possibly go and fight with it.
The method worked! His hands made the movements much more graceful and more… Powerful. Emyt danced on the dry ground, swinging at the beasts. Soon, they were gone. The sword had been glowing with fire. Now it looked normal, but with the same red tint. He stared at it.
We make a good team, you and I. May I ask of your name?
“Emyt.” The boy replied wildly, looking confused.
You must not speak outside; just speak with your heart. Emyt. It has a nice roll to it. I am Deqasaf.
Deqasef. Emyt said, looking amused. It had a beauty to it. Strange name, but lovely. Glancing around the deserted house, he found a few limp bodies of his village members. He stared in horror.
Those dark animals had slaughtered all of my members? Fury built up in Emyt. Growling, he gripped the sword tightly and stalked outside. More animals were around. However, these were normal and light coloured. Emyt watched as rabbits bounded away from him. I will kill these accursed things until none of them live on this blasted Earth anymore. They have done too much to me, and they have left probably to get other victims. I will kill them.
Woah. Slow down there. You’ll get your chance. Just seek for the other dragon fangs. They will aide you. Emyt, you already know of one of the wielders. The only other friend you possibly have left in this lonely world.
The man stood motionless. Him? Why him? Of course, he did know of one non-member that could possibly still be alive. The boy. He had to find the boy. Letting the sword tuck into his belt case, he started at a brisk pace to the South.
He will find these ba----ds that had done this to him. And oh, they will pay.
((Better? ;3; I feel like an idiot now.))
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Where is everyone? The seventeen year old thought, glancing about. Had something happened while he was asleep? No, surely not. He would’ve heard a commotion. Emyt straightened up, walking over to a deserted house.
“Hello?” He asked, opening the door and peeking in the dark room. Only a small fire cackled weakly. Apart from that, there were only shadows.
A slight rasping breath was heard; it was barely human. Surprised, Emyt drew his sword with one swift motion. “Come out!” He growled. He was ambushed, with dark, inhuman beasts appearing from the shadows. Emyt gulped, gripping his sword.
On four legs, the wolven beings stalked forwards. Why, they were huge! Much too big to attack with a flimsy, small blade. How could he attack them?
As he thought, two of the animals lunged at him, deranged claws outstretched to slice him in half. Lithe body flipped away from the two, swinging with the steel weapon. It barely scratched the monster.
Quickly! To the Fire! A voice rang out in his head, and at the heat of battle, Emyt had to listen. Scurrying over to the almost dead fire, he managed to slip and dodge the animals. When one of the huge jaws opened and went after his face, the red-eyed boy shrieked. The wolf-brute landed on his chest, his claws digging deep in he boy’s upper body. Emyt felt blood splatter all over his body, and he felt huge teeth bite down on the right side of his face. Unbearable pain rang throughout the boy’s senses.
In desperation, Emyt struggled to get the thing off. Only after his face was mauled could he get the thing off. His face partially gone and his chest bleeding like a waterfall, he collapsed.
Do not give up! The voice screamed in his mind. Emyt felt the dark beasts stalk forwards. The fire was only a couple feet away. He had made up a terrible decision. Rolling on his back, he flipped into the flames of the fire. Clearly suicide.
However, he did not feel any heat, or any scorch marks. Instead, he felt warmth and his wounds healing.
Argh, get off! Emyt, who was basking in all the healing and warmth, jumped violently. The beasts had still been around the fire, though they seemed afraid to attack. He turned to look through the flames.
A long, slim sword poked through the flames and ashes. It was amazing. Ruby in colour—and possibly made out of it--, Emyt was automatically drawn to it. Grabbing it by the hilt, the boy felt himself change. Warmth spread all over his body, healing his bloody wounds. Something else seemed to enter his soul. It was warm, burning with a fiery spirit that made Emyt gasp.
Calm down, I won’t hurt you. The voice continued to speak. Attack the dark beasts with the fire sword. My soul will keep you safe. We are forever entwined, our souls mixed as one. Do not fear. I will not let you fail.[/color]
Finally, the white haired boy leapt from the fireplace, wielding the sword with a hunter’s expertise. The beasts lunged at him; their claws outstretched and ready to attack. But that attack never came.
Instead, the ruby sword swung eagerly, hitting a couple at once. The swiftness of the blade was quite surprising; Emyt realized that this was not just a normal sword he was holding. In an attempt to move the sword by himself, he felt a sharp twang of ice on his shoulder. Perhaps he shouldn’t go against it and possibly go and fight with it.
The method worked! His hands made the movements much more graceful and more… Powerful. Emyt danced on the dry ground, swinging at the beasts. Soon, they were gone. The sword had been glowing with fire. Now it looked normal, but with the same red tint. He stared at it.
We make a good team, you and I. May I ask of your name?
“Emyt.” The boy replied wildly, looking confused.
You must not speak outside; just speak with your heart. Emyt. It has a nice roll to it. I am Deqasaf.
Deqasef. Emyt said, looking amused. It had a beauty to it. Strange name, but lovely. Glancing around the deserted house, he found a few limp bodies of his village members. He stared in horror.
Those dark animals had slaughtered all of my members? Fury built up in Emyt. Growling, he gripped the sword tightly and stalked outside. More animals were around. However, these were normal and light coloured. Emyt watched as rabbits bounded away from him. I will kill these accursed things until none of them live on this blasted Earth anymore. They have done too much to me, and they have left probably to get other victims. I will kill them.
Woah. Slow down there. You’ll get your chance. Just seek for the other dragon fangs. They will aide you. Emyt, you already know of one of the wielders. The only other friend you possibly have left in this lonely world.
The man stood motionless. Him? Why him? Of course, he did know of one non-member that could possibly still be alive. The boy. He had to find the boy. Letting the sword tuck into his belt case, he started at a brisk pace to the South.
He will find these ba----ds that had done this to him. And oh, they will pay.
((Better? ;3; I feel like an idiot now.))
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