Post by xemnas on Apr 27, 2006 19:44:15 GMT -5
Anyone who paid any attention to the latest wizarding newspapers would know that Spain is close to a state of war against, not any country, but a Society. A Society of Shadows. The name had gone from famous to legendary almost overnight, since the destruction of Triangle Tunnel, and then the small town of Drakborough. But one could only comprehend the chaos and sense of unease in the area if they experienced it for themselves. Some came to aid the survivors. Others to see if their friends and family were still alive. Then there were the foolhardy of mind but strong of heart who came to attempt to fight the Society. They would be the first to go.
In an almost cliche' fashion, a lone figure stepped through the woods which belonged to the great Lycan, in the middle of the night. The nocturnal creatures were alive, and looking for flesh. Vampires might have come and passed seeking mortals on which to prey. Nephilim could also be stalking around, undetectable by any means. Perhaps Fenris Fenrir himself might cross the path of his figure, but admist all of these perils which would keep any normal person away, the figure trudged along no beaten path, wandering without purpose. All of the branching trees and natural growth blocked most of what little moonlight there was, making it appear as though this figure was nothing but a Shadow, similar to the ones that had destroyed so much.
Will life never end itself for me, or shall I continue along this path of no return until some greater force destroys me? I cannot die the coward's death, nor can I find one that can destroy me. The ranks of the damned shall continue to grow until I can join them. I am a sin in this world and all others, and must be destroyed...do I want to die, or is it just my heart? Do I even have one? I cannot rely on asking a soul question...to ask about something I dont have seems foolish. Should I continue this damned existance waiting for death, or must I take my own? Why ask...I have already decided my fate.
There was a momentary patch of moonlight, which, to any on-looking eyes, revealed a human-esque figure instead of the shadow. But this was far from human. It could have been called human, perhaps many years ago, but this creature's skin was jet black, and covered in scales similar to that of a snake. The area where the nose was supposed to be was completely flat, with slits for nostrils. The eyes were slanted, and a pure crimson color and reptilian. There were no lips, but one could assume that the teeth were more like fangs. It wore a tattered black traveling cloak over equally-worn black slacks, shirt, and boots. His hands, were also covered in scales, and were claws instead of nails. From its posture, and physical build, this creature appeared to be male. A creature without a soul...a monster.
In an almost cliche' fashion, a lone figure stepped through the woods which belonged to the great Lycan, in the middle of the night. The nocturnal creatures were alive, and looking for flesh. Vampires might have come and passed seeking mortals on which to prey. Nephilim could also be stalking around, undetectable by any means. Perhaps Fenris Fenrir himself might cross the path of his figure, but admist all of these perils which would keep any normal person away, the figure trudged along no beaten path, wandering without purpose. All of the branching trees and natural growth blocked most of what little moonlight there was, making it appear as though this figure was nothing but a Shadow, similar to the ones that had destroyed so much.
Will life never end itself for me, or shall I continue along this path of no return until some greater force destroys me? I cannot die the coward's death, nor can I find one that can destroy me. The ranks of the damned shall continue to grow until I can join them. I am a sin in this world and all others, and must be destroyed...do I want to die, or is it just my heart? Do I even have one? I cannot rely on asking a soul question...to ask about something I dont have seems foolish. Should I continue this damned existance waiting for death, or must I take my own? Why ask...I have already decided my fate.
There was a momentary patch of moonlight, which, to any on-looking eyes, revealed a human-esque figure instead of the shadow. But this was far from human. It could have been called human, perhaps many years ago, but this creature's skin was jet black, and covered in scales similar to that of a snake. The area where the nose was supposed to be was completely flat, with slits for nostrils. The eyes were slanted, and a pure crimson color and reptilian. There were no lips, but one could assume that the teeth were more like fangs. It wore a tattered black traveling cloak over equally-worn black slacks, shirt, and boots. His hands, were also covered in scales, and were claws instead of nails. From its posture, and physical build, this creature appeared to be male. A creature without a soul...a monster.