Aran's Story

Shriek! The sound of a ear piercing metallic Shrill seemed to bellow forth, piercing the Cold Night Air and causing a sudden silence, the Owls and various other Animals no longer singing their sounds as the sound of hoofs and a wooden wheels crackling against soft dirt and rock seeming to follow, the neighing of horses briefly followed as a Horse and Buggy seemed to be chaotically riding up the path, when the Horse turned right as to maintain the current route at a very dangerous pace the wagon seemed to groan as its right wheel lifted into the air. The figure of an Elderly Man clad in a brown cloak, eyes as wide as can be- sweat running down his face seemed to be sitting in the cart, whipping the reigns violently as to try and coax the horses into moving fast- the metallic shriek seeming to bellow forth once again, causing the Elderly Man to whip his head back. "No No No!" The Elderly Man shouted. It would seem the rest or peace MIkhail wished for wasn't going to occur this lovely afternoon. (Repost)

The Wagon would seem to tear across the path before the Man or Mikhail the moment he seemed to open his Bible or Grimoire, reciting a Verse from within its pages? As the Moment the Man had begun, the very moment the words 'Salvation' had been recited the Shriek would seem to bellow forth once more, the sound of metal ripping against metal, a sound more worse then the sound of a rake going across an old Chalk Board.

Within moments the sound of wood splitting seemed to drown out the noise as the shriek began to grow faint, the looming shadow of a tree seeming to quickly loom over Mikhail, though it seeming to shrink in size as a tree to the right of the cart- moments before it was about to go pass the 'Priest' of sorts had came toppling down upon it. The scream of the Elderly Man could be heard as the force of the tree crushed his brittle body, bones snapping as well as the bones of the horses, and the wood of the wagon shattering- splintering even. The Screams someone blood curdling- well this would ruin the poor Mans day?

Silence. It seemed the Man or 'Priest' didn't wish to investigate? To see what happened exactly, to what caused the noise or to why the tree fell? Even to if the Man in the Wagon was alright? Typical of a Terran Citizen, they didn't seem to show an ounce of remorse for those who where suffering nor wished to extend a helping hand to those who needed it most. However an uncanny silence did seem to follow moments after, merely the crackling of wood and bone as the massive toppled Oak Tree began to settle in place, blood pooling outward as the life of the Two Horses and Human where seemingly lost within those very moments.

The Shriek however returning. It was louder then it had been beforehand- the sound of a Horse Neighing mixed in with this uncanny noise- yet the sound of hooves could not be heard no. Nothing but silence after. However a looming shower and reddish glow seemed to slowly grow in size within the distance or direction the direction the Wagon had came from, it growing closer...and closer...a sense of dream slowly washing over the very area, the feeling of ones inanimate demise? Fog seeming to simply rise from the ground, slowly engulfing the area within its damp cold grasp.

It seemed the Man rose? Drawing a 'Weapon' or simply his Pistol which was named 'Cold'? Holding it to the ground as a manner of caution. It seemed he was scared out of his wits? The Shriek which now appeared seemed to be in every direction, though the sound of Heavy yet Slow Footsteps would briefly follow. Having little to no visibility wasn't going to be fun, made it more of a horrific type of theme? However a deep, metallic voice seemed to draw forth- tinges of boredom in its tone. "Well Well. It looks like the Great Immortal Elverich, Hero of Heroes, the Knight of Knights has finally met his end. Pitiful, I was expecting more from such a renowned figure.." There would be a pause. However the sickly sound of flesh tearing, bones snapping as if being pulled apart. "It seems your heart will do for now. I'd rather not have to pointlessly chase you again...its a shame your Spine is too damage to serve as my new Whip." However. It did seem a pause, a brief pause or moment of silence one that was uncanny? "I can see you...Your delicious fear....Perhaps this wasn't all a waste after all, your Spine might be perfect..." A somewhat snark chuckle seemed to follow. Oh now it was messing with him!

Salvation? Why was this loon shouting that word? A bellow of bored laughter seeming to echo forth as the Man's words which seem like a fruitless effort to survive amused it briefly. "Such a said creature... Do you expect mere words from a Book to save you? Hark all you wish but it shall not prevent something as absolute as Death." The Voice seemed to mack the Man, the sound of heavy footsteps seeming to draw closer as the Man walked forward- dread seeming to wash around Mikhail, attempting to clutch at him- swallow him whole and throw his mind into a panic? "Evil you say? So you are calling some so...Natural Evil? Death Child is far from evil, its something that happens to everything- one..should willingly embrace its wonder, not struggle against it." Its voice lulled. It was as if it was attempting the Mans conscious into accepting Death? This was an attempt but a very good one? As the Sirens Song was one that took a stone will to resist, even then it proved unnerving.

Yes. Let the song sink into the Mans mind, let it lull him into a nice peaceful slumber, Death shall be more easy and pleasant that way. However it did seem the Mans will or attempt at defying the song prevailed, though this meant death would be oh so much more unpleasant for him now wouldn't it? "Oh. Then you shall suffer a painful demise like that Old Fool had. No matter how strong ones will is, it cannot help you escape the demise of Death. However your constant attempt at pegging a Bringer of Death as Evil is beginning to annoy me." It was. A Dullahan didn't take kindly to being called evil, it was a Neutral faction that did what it was created to do...though this Dullahan completely went against that and brought Death on its own. However it would seem, Mikhail would or could feel the somewhat overwhelming presence of the creature standing before him, an aura of dread radiating off it like steam off boiling water. Whatever it was, it seemed to creep a metallic hand outward- seeming to reach for the Mans throat? Did it look like it intended on strangling him? Perhaps!

He moved? Well it seemed he somehow seen pass the thick Fog which normally was used in favor to making Murder so...much more easier, not initially cleaner but easier. The Creature was not amused by this, not in the slightest. "Because. I said so, I am a Bringer of Death- and when I say it is ones time then it is. I also fancy turning your Spine into my new Whip." The Heavy Footsteps would draw out once more, as if it merely walked towards him as he rolled away? It believed it could kill him within an instance, it had the power to do so...but it was far too sadistic to simply upright kill something...it preferred...playing with it first? Like a cat does its prey.

Laughed. Well it seemed the Man was actually going to 'try' and defend himself rather then upright tuck tail and run? So this Fog wasn't needed it seemed- after all the Man just initiated a Challenge. "Oh? So the Dog wants to actually Bite rather then Yap its silly little head off? Even accepting the fact that you might end up dying too...?" The Dullahan mused, its metallic voice seeming to 'hiss' as the sound of metal sliding against metal could be heard somewhat briefly. Though it seemed the Man had begun to load a Pistol and Sawed Off Shotgun? "Ah those pathetic toys Humans tote around so proudly...How about a wager? Even though you shall lose your life as a lowly creature such as yourself cannot defeat a Entity such as myself, perhaps giving you a feint hope of wining will make watching you squirm more amusing." Yes. The Dullahan's arrogance began to shine rather brightly for the brief moment, toying with its prey should suffice...? "If I win. I shall claim your Soul, and then Fasten your Spine into a new Whip. But if you win...which is doubtful...?" Letting the Man decide what it wanted or he wanted if he won now?

Oh? Did the Man take the first shot- in the middle of a Fog without letting it clear? It seemed he was somewhat arrogant himself, how could he see properly to fire two rounds which where meant to pierce armor- a buckshot at that. "Hasty aren't we? Not even letting me finish." The sound of a few of the pellets seeming to grind into reinforced iron could be heard as well as a loud thud- however it was uncertain if the creature fell? It was doubtful but what did Mikhail know, he hadn't let the creature clear the 'field of battle' after all. However it did seem a few of the shells had pierced themselves or penetrated the grieves or feet of the creature? Though it would deter it, it didn't believe great agility was needed to kill a Human. Briefly after a large elongated shadow like shadow would seem to quickly arch through the air- heading toward Mikhail...it looked like it had just used the fog to make way toward the tree and toss it at the Man? well the downed tree... if there was no fog bank the creature would of jumped back while jumping back the shots or a few shells have dug into its feet?

Ducked a Tree? Why was the Man still trying, clearly he was outmatched in Physical Strength which was obvious from that display early. The ground shaking violently as the tree slammed into the ground, two other but causing the one it had nailed head on to bend forward, wood snapping or cracking. Though it seemed the Man holstered his Shut Gun, drawing his pistol to fire five rounds at the direction in which a metallic sound came from? Was it from hence it jumped or at the location it landed? Where they armor piercing or simply rounds? Regardless the shots where quick and couldn't be that accurate when there was no 'clear target' the shots whizzing pass the creature but two crack into its chest plate, dodging a bullet wasn't likely even for a Dullahan. "Is that all you have you pathetic whelp? As I grow bored of this little Game." It wasn't also happy that it had been struck a few times, and regardless of its foot being injured believed itself capable of being somewhat mobile? However it would seem the Fog would seem to swirl violently, retracting as if a fan was sucking it away? Or some manner of powerful wind. It winding around the area of which the two connects had rang out, the figure clad in twisted dark gray armor becoming visible as the fog seemed to be drawn into the various cracks of its armor or 'joints'.

Though. The fog seeming to escape briefly after, seeming to be black- and swirling around the creatures visage. However it did not even bother speaking, as it slammed its injured foot down- pausing briefly before its heavily armored figure went barreling at the man like an enraged bull, the visor seeming to burn red with rage? It fully intended on slamming into the man- breaking a few ribs and then slamming him into the tree which had slammed into the two other? It was intent but not a connect.

Was he stupid? The Man could of simply avoided that, the charge having been slowed do to the 'injury' however upon connecting with the Man it was the equivalent of being mashed by a Pick Up which so happened to be going forty or thirty at the time, the Mans body being 'smashed' into the tree, the wood behind him splintering, and even shattering as the center of the downed tree seemed to quite literally snap in half as a result of the beast slamming him into it? The Creatures visor continuing to burn with the heat of new found furry, the seems in the armor seeming to radiate with this same anger, the heat feeling oh too real- the creature looked like it wanted to rip his arm off. However without saying a word, its left arm would raise back- clawed hand or open palm seeming to thrust toward the Mans face as if it wanted to grab his head and smash it into the tree he was rammed into. What was he going to do? How did he intend on wining? Death shouldn't be an option?

Grinning Evilly? Why would a Priest do such especially when facing Death in the face? However it seemed he had a Pocket Knife? It seemed he either ran the blade through the hand which came toward him as to halt its movement- shocking enough the blade actually pierced the reinforced iron which further angered the creature it seemed- however he did draw blood which trickled out through the cracks in the open palm, and down the blade- even onto the Mans hand? However despite having a blade lodged into its palm it still attempted to push the hand forward with the same intent from previous, could his own strength surpass its own inhuman level of strength? And what was the Knife supposed to do aside from halt the creature? However it began to further its strength into the Man, the tree that had been nailed by the downed one slowly beginning to crack under force force.

How? How did the Human force a TREE of all thing to buckle backwards when it looked inclined on falling forward. Let alone drive the blade further into the Creatures hand as fruitless attempt to anger something that has long since been angered beyond most recognition. What was even more bewildering was how the Man tumbled? Perhaps backwards as there was nothing for the creature to press the Man into but surely he would of in all logic been injured further- however the Berserk creature was...caught off guard by this, with its injured foot it couldn't stand or get itself up quick enough before it found the Man driving at it like some manner of animal- tearing the knife out of the creatures armored hand and trying to drive the dagger into its chest repeatedly. It looks like its arrogance and inability to take the Man seriously resulted in this? However it did attempt to stop the Mans action by grabbing the dagger holding arm as to try and keep it from stabbing the dagger into the creatures chest.

The Man fell over? When he could of finished it...off or gave a damn good effort at trying to do such? Though it did break...a few of his bones, even his arm apparently? It must of happened when the creature rammed into the Man or when it grabbed his arm to keep him from stabbing at its chest with that...odd dagger which seemed to somehow penetrate armor? Regardless it did seem things turned to the Dullahan's favor, in the aspect the man didn't wither through the pain- simply rolled over like a dying dog and showed its tender belly asking to be killed?

That wasn't acceptable! He challenged the creature, and so it was a fight until one died or the other was defeated? Now the Man was on his knees, while the creature upped itself...this had to be the single most humiliating fight it had dealt with...it wasn't one sided..and seemed more like a pointless struggle then brawn on brawn? Lets not forget this took more effort then intended, if the Dullahan wanted to get stabbed, shot and injured it would of fought a Non Human? "What..Do you think you are doing you Whelp? This isn't over. Stand on your feet, pick up your weapon and fight." Well it did seem its rage calmed...not completely? But it didn't feel like attacking a challenger when they didn't seem like they where going to fight back.

What was this? What sort of...this was just sad, honestly the Man barely could even lift the damn thing. Was all that talk just hot air? Even his charge had no real direction, it didn't matter regardless of where it struck the gruff behind the attack wasn't worthy of being countered, a backhand wouldn't even suffice in such a moment...merely let the enraged man drive it into either the creatures gut, or chest? Let the Man see his efforts be in vein, killing something that was already dead or considered dead wasn't that easy. "Pathetic. Is that all you have Whelp? Because you seem less worthy of Death, your Spine would be worthless too me." As a Weaklings Spine was not one to take pride in as a weapon? It would be a weak weapon?

Angry? Was the Role switching now, the Dullahan felt like it could think more clearly now...hell the Man snapping his arm back into place just to try and get another blow didn't amuse it at all. Did he think he could sneak in a roll? Clearly it wasn't stupid and would attempt to bring its foot down on her gut to keep him from doing that...or down on his back. "I'm done. You lost, clearly you aren't getting the picture. Your attempts are utterly pointless whelp, stab at me all you want but it will do you no good. A Simple tool such as that will do you no good no matter if it can pierce armor." Especially when he was so..angry and well blinded by it?

Stared down at the Man as if looking down upon him it seemed. "Disgusting...Begging me to Rip out your Spine? Why would I want the Spine of a weaker being? I overestimated you. Keep your spine, I'll find a different one." It didn't seem to care now. Why was the Man getting mad? It spared his life even if it insulted hm in the process. "I can give a damn about some Bargain. I only did it so you felt like you had a small glimmer of hope toward victory."

Angry? What a stupid Human he was, not getting the Memo of being given the right to live, of course it would belittle him he had lost and it was the victor now. Though it seemed even though the Victor was clear the Man still attempt to try, even pulling out a shotgun and aiming it toward the creatures armor chest. "What an ungrateful-" And then the Shotgun blasted off, the rounds scattering upward- piercing the armor, ripping through the metal though despite being slowed by it hitting the flesh underneath. The force from the shot being at close ranged resulted in the scatter being bunched, the holes or hole large- even causing the armor clad being to 'kicked' backwards, the force causing its 'helmet' or entire head to become dislodged from its shoulders. Lets not forget the blood splatter as the shots went out the other side! The armored body falling onto the ground as the head went tumbling. It could of kicked that gun away if it wanted to? But seen no point in it, lets make a point out of how pointless this..became...? Though from his view he could of won? Or..killed it.

Wait now! That was a bit much, he made his point by shooting it point blank! But shooting the body repeatedly was rather pointless? Waste of Ammo, it was as if the Man had went insane or was already insane to begin with. Though shooting the head was simply not welcome, it played dead so he would stop and it could simply go about its business, forgetting about this? But running over toward the head...just no, the torso's arm lashed out..to try and grab the Mans leg before he could attempt get near the head? "What do you think you are doing whelp? You are becoming less worthy by the second, your very presence is already starting to sicken me. No honor is accepting defeat nor any when your foe clearly doesn't wish to fight back. I spared your life you ungrateful worm." The voice seemed to come from the helmet, though it was less metallic as a result of not being muffled by the entire suite, hell long tendrils of black and white hair seemed to roll out of the bottom of it?

Well now. The Man was dumber then he seemed to be! Much dumber now? "You attacked me first, I merely toyed with you and then you took a shot at me. The Old Man was supposed to die according to Deaths will, if it wasn't me that killed him then it surely would of been another Dullahan or even Death, he should be remotely grateful I didn't destroy his Soul like Death would of as punishment for obtained an immortal body. Also I did not even mention such, act like it happened, act like it didn't. Its none of my concern, you grew boring when your fire went out like a wet match." The Creature would state some very valid points, it taunted him attempted to hurt him but none of that occurred? He only got hurt when he shot at it first, and if one could remember the shots did strike- the creature retaliated by tossing the downed tree at him, and so forth on his next shot. "Where do you think you are going Whelp? If it will keep you from throwing a further fit, you Won so what would you like your reward to be?" It laid there...though now it wasn't certain if it could even get up?