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A Fight Rages

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dark_Descendant on Thu Nov 09, 2006 8:47 am

((O.O.C - I thought I might aswell repost this here and just tweek around with the story abit ^-^))

The Ghastly Mistake
The Descendant's icy, ocean blue orbs continued to advert onwards around the detereolating entrance of the small tomb. A frown spreading across her facial expressions as she gazed upon the decaying structure, the arch of the opening, to enter the tomb, had been decayed badly be the harsh effects of constant weathering and time.

It was quite a mystery as to how the building had remained standing through the ages, maybe the grand building of it ages ago had helped to keep it standing all these centuries.

She growled slightly, allowing this sign of annoyance to emmitt from her throat, the growl echoing around the surrounding ruins. Her orbs shifted towards the surroundings of the tomb, each building seemed to be in ruins.

Large rocks crumbled and decayed all around her, it was indeed a no man's land, thank-god, she thought to herself as she moved towards the entrance of the tomb, the hot sun seeming to glow as it shone upon the desert - like island.

She moved forwards, gaze narrowing towards the dark entrance of the tomb as she moved onwards, lifting herself over a few large crumbling boulders that were scattered upon the way towards the entrance, she reached the entrance of the tomb and gazed upon it for a further few moments, icy gaze seeming to glaze over as she halted, fists clenching at her sides. One hand upon the tsuba of her trusty Daito as she gazed upon the sight before her.

She seemed to remain haulted for a further few moments as if contemplating if she should enter now, or run, run as far away from this ghastly place as she possibly could. She shook her head vigirously as if trying to drain these contemplating thoughts from her mind. It indeed had to be done, something had drawn her back to this island after so many years, could her dream really be being awakened as she pondered? A ghastly nightmare..If it could even be called that..

She took in a deep breath, exhaling outwards, gaze upon the entrance of the tomb once more as if attempting to push herself into it, it was quite obvious that she did not really wish to enter the tomb, too many memories had come from this place, bad memories, nightmares even.

The very sight of even the outside of the tomb was sickening to the heart, she could indeed feel an icyness about this island, one that she did not wish to remember, but of course, entering the tomb after so long needed to be done.

She moved forwards, entering the darkness of the tomb, eyes upon the darkness infront of her frame, upon the depths of the shadows that veiled the air around her as she moved onwards through the ruins of the tomb, she would simply look and make sure the tomb had not been meddled with.

She halted once more, a flow of thoughts over-whelming her once more, thoughts that seemed to unnerve her so much that she did not wish to take another step. What if the nightmare had been awakened? What if her deepest terrors had re-awaken as she moved towards the tomb?! She would indeed be moving right towards them..

She shook her head once more, fists clenching at her side. So what if her deepest nightmares had been awaken once more? even if they had she would have to fight with pride to die...But obviously, she knew it, there was no way she could fight these nightmares on her own.

But she would indeed have to try to fight if it so happened they had been awakened, and if she....would be defeated, havoc would be dealt upon the realms of the world once more, like it was centuries ago.

The very thought of it caused a sinking, a sickening of the heart, an unredeemed icyness that no groading of the imagination could ever torture into aught of the sublime....She knew not what had brought her here after so many years, only that if this so called 'Nightmare' was to awaken, no-one across the Realms of Earth would be safe, not the people...the elves, the witches, the trolls, nor the goblins, the nympths.... would be safe from these nightmares, utter destruction...

She sighed slightly, soon her form seeming to disappear into the depths of darkness as she moved deeper into the decaying tomb, her gaze shifting around as she moved, glowing blue orbs darting around, heart racing. One could lose their mind in this place, the very thought of such an awakening was terrifying enough without having to approach the tomb that held the weapon. An image that could easily cause insanity....Simply imagine one's greatest nightmares coming true all at once, everything that anyone had ever feared, coming back to haunt them and everyone else.

This 'Thing' were indeed that nightmare, every mans greatest nightmare awakening. Although with this nightmare, one could not simply pinch themselves and awaken. This nightmare remained, and destroyed everything in it's sight, children, women, men, animals, forests, villages even the ocean bed.

It would not stop until everything had been destroyed this thing would not stop until everything was in chaos, until everything was ruined. It had no concept of enemies nor allies. It was simply adestructive weapon that millions were killed by, thia creature felt no remorse and it had taken many of years to actually trap these beings. Many had tried to kill them and indeed failed.

She moved forwards, hand dragging across the wall of the tomb as she moved onwarrds, glazed over gaze squinting as to see even two metres infront of her frame, the darkness around her seeming to thicken as she moved forwards, hand running across the decaying walls, bricks crumbling under her touch. She brought her hand backwards as light began to become visible in the distance. Her gaze narrowing, heart sinking as she moved towards the light.

Her heart began to beat faster as she moved forwards towards the light, her beat seeming to be so loud that she thought it could wake up the Nightmare, just as one who is being chased by an enemy, their heart racing, believe their enemy can hear the beats of their heart and therefore know where they are hiding.

She scowled slightly. Taking in a deep breath she came to a stop, eyes widening slightly towards the 'grave' or 'box' that the being remained in, frozen in time. The structure of the 'female' remaining motionless as she remains dormant in the air, seeming to be encasted in some sort of glass surface.

She took in a deep breathe, gaze adverting around at the many seals seeming to float in the air, her seeming to be slightly relieved and yet still terrified by the sight of the seals. She moved towards the seals her heart still seeming to race even though the sight of the beast still trapped had filled her with relief.

A loud thud emmitted outwards, a sound that made the Descendant leap backwards in mere bewilderment and regret. Why had she come here?! It had been a mistake! A loud cracking elapsed outwards, stretching out across the tomb as the talisman seal seemed to disperse into ash.

She watched in horror as the seals dispersed, theirashes flowing to the ground as more cracking emmitted out, echoing throughout the darkening cave. She stared, bewildered, horrified as the 'glass' like surface around the being seemed to shatter, sending shards of light across the cave.

She remained frozen to the spot as the ground around her began to shake vigiruosly, shards of rock and debris falling from the walls and ceiling of this ghastly tomb, The form of the being beginning to glow brightly, the bonds around her arms that had kept them linked around her shoulders, shattering.

A bright light erupted outwards blinding her, she brought her hands up flailing slightly as she pulled her hands to her face as to conceal them from the light; The lgiht shone brightly, rising up across the cave, shining through her hands.

Mere moments later she brought her hands away from her face and staggered backwards half in terror, half in mere horrification as she stared upon the sight before her orbs, the beast...The weapon had awoken, it was looking right at her and all she could do was watch on in mere fear.

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A Fight Rages - Continued

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Dark_Descendant on Thu Nov 09, 2006 9:23 am

A Beast Awakens
The beast's gaze traced across the walls which had decayed greatly, across the ceiling and across the ground towards the ash that had fallen upon it, her female - like structure stood tall, hands extending outwards to her sides.

Her skin itself seemed to be made of some sort of ice-like solid or something with glass properties, although of course, she was not as 'fragile' as such a thing and she was not totally 'transparent', if it was such a thing as glass it would have a green pigment to it.

She frowned for a moment, pupiless gaze shifting around, seeming to make her blind, but in many ways this seemed to give her more of a terrifying edge. Although she lacked the aid of pupils she indeed seemed to still be able to see as clearly, maybe better than everyone and everything else.

She allowed a devious smirk to play upon her green pigmented lips as her gaze shifted towards the structure of TheDescendant, orbs shifting from the feet of this female, up her structure to her face, the smirk never leaving her face as she watched her structure her pupiless gaze some ways seeming to portray her as a morbid being...

The very sight of such a being was enough to send chills of fear through any being; her gaze seemed to boar into the cranium of The Descendant thus filling her with a dreariness....A feeling of despair, a feeling of the utmost fear and dread. Although she had indeed slumbered for so long, trapped in time she had not lost her gaze, a dull..Emotionless stare that was enough to send the mind of anyone into a barathrum...Into a state of mere chaos.

She smirked once more bringing a hand up slowly, ominuously, fingers extending outwards towards the form of The Descendant in a pointing motion, she allowed a grin to spread across her lips once more as she pointed towards her as if to achknowledge that she could indeed see her.

Words flowed into the head of The Descendant, causing her to stumble backwards, clutching at her cranium in mere bewilderment as images flashed before her mind, like a slide show of clips running through her brin imprinting themselves in her memory.

Images of chaos, men fighting, forest on fire...A range of tools of destruction and their effects began to flash before her eyes, as if showing her the past of men...The future of mankind. She stared wideyed seemingly towards the ground but of course only being able to see the pictures before her own gaze.

A series of words began to flow into her mind, causing her to shift her orbs toward the beast, her lips remained still but the words flowing through her mind seeming to somehow come from the creature itself, her words cruel and yet seemingly to have truth in them.

"Man has been endowed with reason, with the power to create, so that he can add to what he's been given. But up to now he hasn't been a creator, only a destroyer. Forests keep disappearing, rivers dry up, wild life's become extinct, and the climate's ruined and the land grows poorer and uglier every day." The words circled around her mind, before dispersing, imprinting themselves in her memory but followed by more words.

"The thinker dies, but his thoughts are beyond the reach of destruction. Men are mortal; but ideas are immortal. The fear of death often proves mortal, and sets people on methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them. Humans and others have blemished this earth, they must be put to their end so the world can be reborn. Think about this, for if that last day does not occasion an entire extinction, but a change of abode only, what can be more desirable? And if it, on the other hand, destroys and absolutely puts an end to you all, what can be preferable to having a deep sleep fall upon you in the midst of the fatigues of life and, being thus overtaken, to sleep to eternity?"

The words seemed to seep into her mind, before dispersing once more, the images before her eyes seeming to disappear into nothingness, allowing her to now see the cave clearly once more without it being masked by the fog of the images.

She stared wideyed at the beast before her, the look of bewilderment soon being replaced with one of despise. She growled towards her, unsheathing her daitio from the sheathe at her side she swings the gleaming blade around, dashing towards the form of the beast, otherthrown by anger.

"You daughter of Satan!" She growled as she leaped towards her, frame propelling through the air as she lunged towards the standing structure. "They always say, if only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being, but who is willing to destroy their own heart?! I am! I would indeed slice this blade right through my chest if it inevitably meant impaling your darkened heart upon this blade!"

She made contact with the form of the beast, smirking lightly as her blade impacted the chest region of her foe, impaling her chest, seeming to slice right through her 'glass-like' skin with the utmost...Easiest swoop of her daito, the kissaki pointing outwards as she did this motion.

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