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Post by Rastabaan on Feb 4, 2009 21:58:07 GMT -5
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Post by Volcanica on Feb 4, 2009 22:13:17 GMT -5
Oooooo I liiiiike! ^_^ This is gonna be great, I wanna see! :]
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Post by Rastabaan on Feb 5, 2009 17:01:26 GMT -5
Well here goes lol..
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[glow=red,2,300]Masquerade[/glow]
Chapter I
A dark fog blows across the open space of the Forest floor. The pale eerie moonlight shining through the spaces of the dead trees..The wind was howling, leaves stirring..Was that the only thing that was stirring in the night??
In the distance, a faint trotting sound could be heard. An ominous steed with a pale rider was on his way back to his home..there he would be welcomed as a Prince, a Prince of the Night. His eye's a dark crimson, from the blood that was previously shed, his hair Black as the deepest void, his skin..as pale as the moonlight that reflected off of his flailing leather suit. With fangs perfectly angled outside of his mouth, he had just made his way from a terrible deed. The hooves of the dark steed squeezing the last of life out of the very ground it touches. Was the rider alone, in the dark wood?? "Almost there Sanguine, just a little further.." The pale rider hissed to his Steed. The path that they were on was beaten from the many times it had been used, Moonlight still ominously shining through the fog, reflecting off his crimson eyes. His name, Mythrook James Raine, Prince of the Bloodseekers..or Vampires. Suddenly there was a snap of a limb behind the Vampire. "Halt Sanguine!" The Vampire called to his steed. How did I not sense their coming? The smell of their Blood..their fangs..everything that I have been taught to Hate..how could I let that slip past me?? He thought. "Could they really be on my trail already?" He and his steed sat in wait, in silence, for the enemy to make a move.."HAROOOOOO!" A howl was echoed through the dark wood..Yes..he was not alone. Rustles in the leaves around him, the trees whispered of death, for it was close. "Well it seems we have a choice to make Sanguine..We can continue the path home..or we can wait for the Pups to come out and play.." He chuckled. The wind picked up, Mythrook's leather cloak flowing across the Steed's back, imitating the fog. The vampire slid his cold fingers across the sheath of his blade. "What do you think Sanguine?" The Steed let out a sigh. not of anxiousness, but of pride. *Crack* Another leaf crackling for the weight of a might creature, the sound came from behind the Vampire, He could hear the faint breathing, faint but deep and bold, of a creature behind him. "You mongrels are getting better at this.." Mythrook hissed, still in the same place he was with his loyal steed. Out of his peripheral vision he could see that two more had joined the first creature. "Well I guess it'll be the second choice.." Mythrook said with excitment. Detaching his boots from the saddle he climbed off of his steed. "Yah! To the Keep with you!" Mythrook said while motioning the Steed to leave, in a flash the steed was out of sight. The Vampire, readying his blade with his cold hand, stepped closer to the wolves. The Wolves had a towering advantage over the Vampire, tall and rather muscular creatures, with fangs dripping with spit over the lust for a fresh meal. With a step closer, the creatures snarled with anger, and whimpered over their hunger. "Poor poor pups, didnt Salien teach you better??" Asked The Vampire, his eyes Crimson Red, over the Blood that had been previously spilt. "Always come as a pack against a Vampire of my Rank!" Mythrook said while unsheathing his blade, still stained with blood. An ominous wind blew through the trees, whispering death..The moonlight shining in both the Vampire's and the Wolves eyes, leaves stirred across the forest floor. "And I was soo close to home.." Hissed the Vampire. "Why must you meddle with our affairs??" With each word the Wolves made a step closer..Their claws like sharp daggers scraping against the cold dead earth. "Hurry pups! I have not all night!" exclaimed the Vampire. The wind blowing through his coal hair. "Mae-bael-Mor.." the Wolf in front of the trio whispered, obviously the leader of this pack. In this way, the Wolf spoke in a foreign language to the Vampire, ready to strike. "Fine..I am tired of waiting.." Mythrook said while walking towards the pack. "HAROOOOO!" The pack leader howled in anger. The fight..No..the War, has begun to play itself out, for a mere minute? or for Centuries..The Vampire and the Wolves progressed slowly towards eachother. An immortal Prince of the Night..against three immortal Werewolves.
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Post by Volcanica on Feb 5, 2009 19:29:34 GMT -5
Wow... And you were nervous? ;] I LOVE THIS BEGINNING.
Not many stories can pull off a battle at the very start, but that wasn't rushed to proceed. You gave Mythrook the type of attitude you'd expect from a Vamp, BUT... He also has that slight lining of uniqueness--his cunning line, used to provoke these beasts. And the Werewolves themselves, they're not mindless creatures as one might think.
I think you're off to a flying start, Ray! ^_^
I love your descriptions, some I can honestly say I'm a bit jealous of! :] Keep that up, the description brings out the emotion. Doesn't rush, but carries things forward smoothly.
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Post by Rastabaan on Feb 5, 2009 19:31:49 GMT -5
Thanks Bree! That gave me sooooo much enouragement, like soooo much Im excited..this is going to be good lol
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Post by Rastabaan on Feb 5, 2009 23:14:03 GMT -5
Here is the continuation..I know it is still not done XD lol.
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As Mythrook readied his blade, the cries and moans of the slain whispered through the air as he slowly brought his blade to a ready position..Souls of the fallen screaming for Retribution. His blade was a long sword of misfortune, the handle tapered with crimson rubies nestled in silver crests, the base of the blade seemed to form wings of somewhat like a bat. The moonlight relfected in the blade's gleam, while dead gray leaves dance in the wind. The Werewolves prepared for the much anticipated strike..but whom would dare make it? "The dead whisper of your faults pups," hissed the Vampire. "I shall pay close attention to their knowledge. the wolves continued to snarl and make what seemed as negative remarks to the Vampire Prince through their large fangs. "This period of waiting..it ores me.." He said agitated. "A storm is upon us and I do not need this to be anymore of a mess than need be." A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the dark wood, revealing the darkness that was coiled up in Mythrook's dead heart. *FLASH* another bolt jolted across the taunting sky. The wolves took a sudden step back in astonishment, for their prey had vanished. [glow=red,2,300]*Guuuuuush*[/glow] a swift tearing and gouging cry echoed through the dead trunks of the wood. A terrible sound, of flesh being cut so easily..the western wolf fell to the earth, lifeless and still. The wind howled through the air, rustling the leaves on the ground as if the very soul of the Werewolf had lifted. Mythrook, the Prince of the Vampires, laughed in amusement, his eyes glowing a deep red, gleaming like the rubies of his blade, the moonlight shining off of his fang's as he smirked. Without a sound, Mythrook perpared to swiftly strike again, the next wolf would not fall so quickly, he would savor this next kill...
MEANWHILE... Mythrook's Father, Valien Sol Raine, though immortal paced back and forth, through the halls of Morsmordra, the very stronghold and great pinnacle of the Vampire race. It was a great bastion, nestled on the tallest of the mountains, with bricks of onyx stone, towers of great Valiance, and crimson drapes flowing along the arched windows, this was a vampire's ture place of sanctuary, it had seen many battles. "Why? Why would he do this to me?!" exclaimed the Dark King. "he has gone against my will yet again!" he hissed while finally sitting upon his ominous throne anxiously. The throne was fixed with onyx and ruby diamonds, with pure silver lining, tapered with crimson silk. His throne the largest of the seven, the other six belonging to the Elder's of the Council, The Twilight Guard. "If Mythrook desires my place as King of the Vampires, he must focus on the problems at hand, such as the very Wolves at our door..." The King said while running his cold fingers through his silvery hair. His hair was like the very light of the moon, which shines through the arched windows, aged with knowledge, his skin as pale as his son's, eyes deep but bright, resembling a ripe apple. His fang's pearl white, clinched together with anger. "Slave! Slave!!" he exhoes through the halls. A lankey, skinny slave wrinkled with labor entered through the large doors, made from an aged Oak. "Yes my Lord?" answered the frightend slave. "send an Elite squad of Deathseekers on a search for my Son! Bring him to my side no matter the cost!" Exclaimed Valien. "Right away my lord!" the slave whimpering on his way, Through the sound of the storm, the chians of the Great Gate rustled. The calls of the Deathseeker's steeds bellowed through the castle walls. "Onward men, We must find our beloved Prince!" Shouted the Captain of the Deathseekers, he was girdled in a black and crimson plate mail, with a long flowing cloak of the nightsky, his gleaming red eyes were shining through his helmet. The Deathseekers were an elite group incharge of protecting the Vampire Royal Family of Raine. They have protected the Royal Family for centuries. As they made their way to the border, the moonlight and howling wind on their side, thy could sense a darkness awakening, the Prince was in battle..With the enemy.
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WoW that was a long post @_@ My hand hurts from copying it from my paper LOL
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Post by Volcanica on Feb 6, 2009 1:41:18 GMT -5
LOL. ^_^
But worth it, I assure you! ;]
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