Post by Fletcher on Mar 30, 2006 19:01:48 GMT -5
Blood cascaded down in crimson droplets as the vampire laughed. He thrust his sword through another human, not caring who it was. He pulled out their life. Twirling, spinning, and lunging, the vampire slayed and slashed, until it seemed the very earth bled with pain.
A sharp point thrust through his back, and the vampire looked down, to see an arrow protrudeing from his back. He yanked it out, and looked closly at it. Centaur work. Eyes narrowed, the vapire looked up as annother arrow pierced him.
"You where wrong to come here." A cold voice said, as another arrow pierced the vampire. A sharp gasp of pain escaped him, before he could silence himself. The vampire shrieked in anger, yanking out the missles, and lunged toward the centaur.
Another arrow pinned into him. "And yet you don't care." The next arrow was right below his heart, and was pain shot through his body quicker than light. The centaur walked foward powerfully.
The centuar was strong, a black horse with a long, elegant tail. Blood was streaked across the ebony coat, and long black hair trailed from the centaurs head. Sharp green eyes bore into the vampire, as sturdy hooves clomped foward.
"Did you not think of the wives and children of these people? The mothers and fathers? The cousins, aunts, nephews, neices, uncles?" The centaurs face was grim as he drew his curved sabor, and drew it lightly across the vampires face.
"Kneel." He demanded, and the vampires face contorted with anger and hate. "Kneel!" The centaur struck the undead beast with the bell gaurd of his sword, a solid peice of metal. The vampire fell backward, blood rushing down the side of his pale face.
Again the centaur took hold of the pistol grip, but this time he sketched an X in blood along the vampires back. This continued for a while, the centaur speaking to the vampire, and then torchering him.
Finnaly, he asked "Do you regret it?" and swept his hand across the corpsed ground. The vampire's face was contorted in unbelivable malice as he replied.
"No." The answer came as a hiss, and the centaur reared.
"Then die." He said, and came down crushingly on the vampire. He did, however, prevent killing him.
"You will feel every ounce of pain you gave to them." The centaur came, and sheathed his sword. Bow in hand, quiver on his back, he surged into a gallop, black tail fluttering like a banner behind him.
A month later, in the month of freezing, a contorted being laid amist a battle feild. His body was burned red, and he had a number of painful wounds on him. Maggots trailed over the blood, and his eyes where wide with horror.
The corpses of the feild where not with their spirits. The white wisps rose up, and flowed toward him. "Moonsword Centaurs gave you a chance. You threw it off." One of the dead hissed, and lunged threw the vampire.
The undead being shrieked in pain, his cry echoing about through the blood-splattered plain. Many souls did this, each costing him dearly to survive. After all had been avenged, they swirled together, forming a single soul.
"Once dead shall live,
Once live will die.
Maggots a-crawling, in his eye.
We curse you now
To never pass through the gates.
Witnessed by the fates.
Dead.
Remained, shall you be,
As far to the future, as eye can see."
And the spirits floated off, away from the cursed, wicked gleams in their ghostly eyes. And far abouve the plain, perched upon a mountain, a centaur could be seen. The centaur possesed a grim, cold, but satisfied look on his face. His ebony coat gleamed as he flicked his tail, and turned, trotting away, black banner flowing.
A sharp point thrust through his back, and the vampire looked down, to see an arrow protrudeing from his back. He yanked it out, and looked closly at it. Centaur work. Eyes narrowed, the vapire looked up as annother arrow pierced him.
"You where wrong to come here." A cold voice said, as another arrow pierced the vampire. A sharp gasp of pain escaped him, before he could silence himself. The vampire shrieked in anger, yanking out the missles, and lunged toward the centaur.
Another arrow pinned into him. "And yet you don't care." The next arrow was right below his heart, and was pain shot through his body quicker than light. The centaur walked foward powerfully.
The centuar was strong, a black horse with a long, elegant tail. Blood was streaked across the ebony coat, and long black hair trailed from the centaurs head. Sharp green eyes bore into the vampire, as sturdy hooves clomped foward.
"Did you not think of the wives and children of these people? The mothers and fathers? The cousins, aunts, nephews, neices, uncles?" The centaurs face was grim as he drew his curved sabor, and drew it lightly across the vampires face.
"Kneel." He demanded, and the vampires face contorted with anger and hate. "Kneel!" The centaur struck the undead beast with the bell gaurd of his sword, a solid peice of metal. The vampire fell backward, blood rushing down the side of his pale face.
Again the centaur took hold of the pistol grip, but this time he sketched an X in blood along the vampires back. This continued for a while, the centaur speaking to the vampire, and then torchering him.
Finnaly, he asked "Do you regret it?" and swept his hand across the corpsed ground. The vampire's face was contorted in unbelivable malice as he replied.
"No." The answer came as a hiss, and the centaur reared.
"Then die." He said, and came down crushingly on the vampire. He did, however, prevent killing him.
"You will feel every ounce of pain you gave to them." The centaur came, and sheathed his sword. Bow in hand, quiver on his back, he surged into a gallop, black tail fluttering like a banner behind him.
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A month later, in the month of freezing, a contorted being laid amist a battle feild. His body was burned red, and he had a number of painful wounds on him. Maggots trailed over the blood, and his eyes where wide with horror.
The corpses of the feild where not with their spirits. The white wisps rose up, and flowed toward him. "Moonsword Centaurs gave you a chance. You threw it off." One of the dead hissed, and lunged threw the vampire.
The undead being shrieked in pain, his cry echoing about through the blood-splattered plain. Many souls did this, each costing him dearly to survive. After all had been avenged, they swirled together, forming a single soul.
"Once dead shall live,
Once live will die.
Maggots a-crawling, in his eye.
We curse you now
To never pass through the gates.
Witnessed by the fates.
Dead.
Remained, shall you be,
As far to the future, as eye can see."
And the spirits floated off, away from the cursed, wicked gleams in their ghostly eyes. And far abouve the plain, perched upon a mountain, a centaur could be seen. The centaur possesed a grim, cold, but satisfied look on his face. His ebony coat gleamed as he flicked his tail, and turned, trotting away, black banner flowing.
