Post by firdawsi on Feb 5, 2006 16:40:17 GMT -5
It was the dead of night, each sound heard in intricate detail. An icy cold rush of wind blew continuously, causing children without windows to cuddle closer into the warmth of their blankets, using those blankets as a shield against danger. Could danger really, truly be avoided with a shield? Could that one strip between vulnerability really save life, or is it just for the comfort of the mind?
Four lone figures marched, shields before them, armor glittering in the surreal midnight moonlight. Everything had a pale, hazy cast, so that vision was impared, yet the acoustics for sound more than made up for the loss in vision. That is, if your enemy made sounds. A soft growl built up into a feline cry, echoing all round the wall. Far off, a baby's voice could be heard, having woken to that fearful shout, and not ready to merely shake it off. Only one soldier had to shake the cry off, only one stood there, eyes scouting the darkness as if seeking truth. He was battle-hardened, blonde with green eyes. A leader's defiance corsed through his veins, a dark knowledge within his soul.
A panther stalked through the forests beyond the wall, keeping its eyes on the four glittering targets, moving like little ducks, back and forth, back and forth, waiting to be shot down with a metallic click. The gate was shut, but with those criss-crossing irons, there would be no problem at all. The black shape stopped, its bright green eyes glittering like independent orbs of evil in the forest. It scented the guards, breathing in deep. One had not showered for days, the next had drunk deep of liquor that night, the third was green as grass, sweat dripping off him, and the fourth was...frightened. How odd that his scent seemed the most familiar. A word...a word nearly without meaning reached Dawsi's mind, but the leopard pushed it aside as unimportant.
Crouching low, the leopard took a deep breath, then pushed off, running like lightening, haunches rippling with strong muscles. She was on the gate in seconds, powerful legs scaling it by bouncing off each wrung like a step on a ladder until at last she was over. The guards had noticed the dark shape since it bounded out of the woods, but alas, it came too quickly for them to run. The first to go was the drunk, finding the gap between his breast plate and his helmet, his throat was torn out swiftly and cleanly, save for the blood everywhere. Dawsi choked down the spoiled blood, growling at the content of alcohol. By then, the others had their swords out.
The next easiest target was the new one, standing there with eyes much too wide, white showing all the way around like with a frightened horse. She feighnted to the left, the man swung, and suddenly she swung around the right, going up on her back paws, towering as she swiped across his neck with long claws. The man went down with a scream, pleading his agony over one single gushing neck wound, in the gap between breastplate and helmet (it truly needed to be fixed), across his neck. The panther turned slowly, a rumble starting deep in its chest to come out, a Leopard's Roar piercing the the man's screams.
She had left the frightened one at her back, and now she felt cold metal-cold silver bite into the back of her left thigh. Another scream emitted from her mouth, this one of rage and pain. She was about to turn when she saw more metal glint. Not giving the dirty man's sword time to reach her, Dawsi lept forward, biting deep into the man's thigh armor, many small and large dimples showing in the armor. One more sharp bite and she bit through, teeth going in deeper and deeper until finally the femoral artery was punctured. Blood gushed from the wound, almost as bad as the bloodspray from the torn throat. Dawsi's face and body dripped red, making her black fur seem even darker in the so hazed light.
Now she turned, facing the one who had formed some recognition in her mind. In one hand he had a regular sword, in the other a silver knife. How...intelligent. Seeing his green eyes with her own, she felt another bit of recognition, but it was all so drowned out. Stepping one paw forward, she let out a snarl to induce fear in the dead, and showed her teeth, each long point shining in the moonlight.
The word was all but forgotten, yet so little meaning remained in it, it was worth nothing to know the word, worth nothing to obey it.
ooc: Please ask before posting here. A gone rogue character will not hesitate to kill, so to ask my permission is to request the ability to pass by my character unscathed. Thankye.
Four lone figures marched, shields before them, armor glittering in the surreal midnight moonlight. Everything had a pale, hazy cast, so that vision was impared, yet the acoustics for sound more than made up for the loss in vision. That is, if your enemy made sounds. A soft growl built up into a feline cry, echoing all round the wall. Far off, a baby's voice could be heard, having woken to that fearful shout, and not ready to merely shake it off. Only one soldier had to shake the cry off, only one stood there, eyes scouting the darkness as if seeking truth. He was battle-hardened, blonde with green eyes. A leader's defiance corsed through his veins, a dark knowledge within his soul.
A panther stalked through the forests beyond the wall, keeping its eyes on the four glittering targets, moving like little ducks, back and forth, back and forth, waiting to be shot down with a metallic click. The gate was shut, but with those criss-crossing irons, there would be no problem at all. The black shape stopped, its bright green eyes glittering like independent orbs of evil in the forest. It scented the guards, breathing in deep. One had not showered for days, the next had drunk deep of liquor that night, the third was green as grass, sweat dripping off him, and the fourth was...frightened. How odd that his scent seemed the most familiar. A word...a word nearly without meaning reached Dawsi's mind, but the leopard pushed it aside as unimportant.
Crouching low, the leopard took a deep breath, then pushed off, running like lightening, haunches rippling with strong muscles. She was on the gate in seconds, powerful legs scaling it by bouncing off each wrung like a step on a ladder until at last she was over. The guards had noticed the dark shape since it bounded out of the woods, but alas, it came too quickly for them to run. The first to go was the drunk, finding the gap between his breast plate and his helmet, his throat was torn out swiftly and cleanly, save for the blood everywhere. Dawsi choked down the spoiled blood, growling at the content of alcohol. By then, the others had their swords out.
The next easiest target was the new one, standing there with eyes much too wide, white showing all the way around like with a frightened horse. She feighnted to the left, the man swung, and suddenly she swung around the right, going up on her back paws, towering as she swiped across his neck with long claws. The man went down with a scream, pleading his agony over one single gushing neck wound, in the gap between breastplate and helmet (it truly needed to be fixed), across his neck. The panther turned slowly, a rumble starting deep in its chest to come out, a Leopard's Roar piercing the the man's screams.
She had left the frightened one at her back, and now she felt cold metal-cold silver bite into the back of her left thigh. Another scream emitted from her mouth, this one of rage and pain. She was about to turn when she saw more metal glint. Not giving the dirty man's sword time to reach her, Dawsi lept forward, biting deep into the man's thigh armor, many small and large dimples showing in the armor. One more sharp bite and she bit through, teeth going in deeper and deeper until finally the femoral artery was punctured. Blood gushed from the wound, almost as bad as the bloodspray from the torn throat. Dawsi's face and body dripped red, making her black fur seem even darker in the so hazed light.
Now she turned, facing the one who had formed some recognition in her mind. In one hand he had a regular sword, in the other a silver knife. How...intelligent. Seeing his green eyes with her own, she felt another bit of recognition, but it was all so drowned out. Stepping one paw forward, she let out a snarl to induce fear in the dead, and showed her teeth, each long point shining in the moonlight.
The word was all but forgotten, yet so little meaning remained in it, it was worth nothing to know the word, worth nothing to obey it.
Bianc.
[/b][/center][/color]ooc: Please ask before posting here. A gone rogue character will not hesitate to kill, so to ask my permission is to request the ability to pass by my character unscathed. Thankye.
