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 Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 2:16 pm
Several Decades ago, hidden from the public eye, a fight between the Vampires and the Lycan. The bloodshed was so massive, that it's stories were written in the blood of both Lycan and Vampires that fell in it's terrifying battles. Fearing that this battle would cause an even greater uproar between the two races, and the races of other islands, the blood written stories were burned and their ashes buried. Unfortunately, the scars of war remained in the warriors that survived the battle. Today, we shall follow one of those warriors, a Lycan named Crosfanix, in hopes to both learn from his choices and prevent such mayhem to appear in this world again.
(An short story based on the warfare that happened between the Lycan and the Vampire, I'll be playing the role of both sides, so others don't have to, so go get yourself some popcorn...maybe a soda, cause this will be one heck of a battle!)
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 2:45 pm
Chapter 1: The Rising Moon
Have you ever been hunting before? I'm not talking about one of those run of the mill hunt for rabbit hunts either. I mean one of those big game hunts, let me draw the picture for you. It's early in the morning, just missing the midnight mark by a several minutes, the mildew has just grown accustom to the grass, and a mist lightly rains the dark and dreary sky. The mist growing bright with the introduction of the full moon in the sky, and for some reason, the eyes perceive the moon to be twice as big with all the adrenaline your body is feeling from the electricity in the air. In the distance there's an owl beckoning it's constant 'who's', the rest of the forest is covered in silence.
The time is perfect for the hunting, suddenly, the sound of the owl is halted as it senses a different presence and cautiously flies away. Soon the atmosphere of silence is welcomed with the hasted sound of footsteps treading through the forest, shadows begin to sway from the rustling bushes and fast moving figures. Soon, the movements stop and the quiet ambiance returns to the dark and hazy forest. Noses tilt to the air, grasping the number of scents that are within the winds, and voices can be heard.
"We're getting close..." Colonel Azmuth announces to his Wolfpack, me within it. The whole pack nodded in acknowledgment and awaited further orders. I, being a person of unfortunate curiosity felt inclined to ask.
"How far till we reach the enemy lines, Colonel?" I asked.
"You ought to know, you have a nose, don't you soldier?" Azmuth sighed in irritation. "...maybe if you spent less time wondering I wouldn't have to baby you through everything." Azmuth said with a disappointed tone to him. All I could do is lay my head down in a sense of shame.
"Stay close..." Azmuth raised his arm,"Move out!" Azmuth said, throwing his arms forward. In a wave of speed, the battalion leaped into the air, leaving nothing, but wind behind them as the group made their way deeper into he forest. My nose began to tickle from the smell that the vampires were giving off, it made me feel foolish to have asked such a thing to Azmuth, I hope I can repay myself for asking something so stupid in the battle up ahead.
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