Post by †Mylinka† on Jul 22, 2009 22:52:03 GMT -5
Small streams of light flooded the forest. Night time had conquereed the daylight sky and had destroyed it once more. No one was awake except for two young men wandering the dark dephs of Malechia's forestry. One carried a sword and the other rode upon the back of a horse. The older male chuckled softly.
"So, do ye thanks we'll catch us some lovely elven women to take back home with us?"
"Aye, I do not know. I can only hope. They make such lovely maids." laughd the younger one.
"Maids? Why have hem for maids when they can bare such lovely children?" The older male laughed at the thought. " Ah, or they are beautiful thereselves."
"You sick old man. But such perfect idea. I cannot wait. " The younger male chortled as well. He found pleasure in just the very thought. However, he knew it was impossible. Elves no longer existed. They were destroyed many years ago. The old man must be drunk.
A small rustle in the woods pierced the cold air. Something was moving among the bushes. The younger man drew his sword swiftly from it's leather sheath. The older man notched an arrow in his bow.
"Who goes there?" the older man shouted. "ANSWER ME!!!"
Juist as the man brought the horse forward, a small rabbit came and scurried acorss the path. The horse did not move. The men only cursed under their breath. It was just a helpless rodent.
Continueing on their way they started to make their way deeper into the forest. Things went creepily dark as the younger man's torch went out.
"d**n it!" he muttered as he dropped the burnt piece of wood. A soft cackle came from the trees. A something fell. Slashing and ripping of flesh filled the air. lood sprayed across the ground and a head rolled into the pale moonlight. It was the head of the younger man.
THe older male yelled as he tried to retreat. "What kind of monster are ye?" he screaed.
There was no answer. Only soft footsteps and the gargling of blood in the older males throat. He fell to the ground and hacked up what he could of the blood in his mouth and then fell silently to the floor. A death rattle escaped him and he was dead.
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Morning had soon fell upon the city of Finrear. Talk made it's way around the town. The two soldiers they had sent into the forest were dead and no one knew how. They didn't even know if it were true or not. They could only suspect it. The had not returned and they had been gone for two days.
One woman made her way down the street. She was young and in fact not even a woman yet by all means. She was only sixteen and still thriving with hope and happiness. She laughed. 'Such fools. They did not deserve to live ASnyone who mettles in the affairs of another life form was not worthy to survive this cruel harsh world.' she thought.
Returning to her home, she silently went inside. She wqas a tall young girl. She stood around five feet and five inches tall. She had Dark wine red hair and hazel eyes. Her skin was slightly tan from a many days work. And her voice was soft and filled with a odd but strangly beautiful accent.
Turning as she entered the small home she gazed at her mother. "Mother?" she called as she went over to one of her smaller sibloings. "What will become of us?" She asked. " Father is next to go and slay the elves. Is he not?"
"So, do ye thanks we'll catch us some lovely elven women to take back home with us?"
"Aye, I do not know. I can only hope. They make such lovely maids." laughd the younger one.
"Maids? Why have hem for maids when they can bare such lovely children?" The older male laughed at the thought. " Ah, or they are beautiful thereselves."
"You sick old man. But such perfect idea. I cannot wait. " The younger male chortled as well. He found pleasure in just the very thought. However, he knew it was impossible. Elves no longer existed. They were destroyed many years ago. The old man must be drunk.
A small rustle in the woods pierced the cold air. Something was moving among the bushes. The younger man drew his sword swiftly from it's leather sheath. The older man notched an arrow in his bow.
"Who goes there?" the older man shouted. "ANSWER ME!!!"
Juist as the man brought the horse forward, a small rabbit came and scurried acorss the path. The horse did not move. The men only cursed under their breath. It was just a helpless rodent.
Continueing on their way they started to make their way deeper into the forest. Things went creepily dark as the younger man's torch went out.
"d**n it!" he muttered as he dropped the burnt piece of wood. A soft cackle came from the trees. A something fell. Slashing and ripping of flesh filled the air. lood sprayed across the ground and a head rolled into the pale moonlight. It was the head of the younger man.
THe older male yelled as he tried to retreat. "What kind of monster are ye?" he screaed.
There was no answer. Only soft footsteps and the gargling of blood in the older males throat. He fell to the ground and hacked up what he could of the blood in his mouth and then fell silently to the floor. A death rattle escaped him and he was dead.
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Morning had soon fell upon the city of Finrear. Talk made it's way around the town. The two soldiers they had sent into the forest were dead and no one knew how. They didn't even know if it were true or not. They could only suspect it. The had not returned and they had been gone for two days.
One woman made her way down the street. She was young and in fact not even a woman yet by all means. She was only sixteen and still thriving with hope and happiness. She laughed. 'Such fools. They did not deserve to live ASnyone who mettles in the affairs of another life form was not worthy to survive this cruel harsh world.' she thought.
Returning to her home, she silently went inside. She wqas a tall young girl. She stood around five feet and five inches tall. She had Dark wine red hair and hazel eyes. Her skin was slightly tan from a many days work. And her voice was soft and filled with a odd but strangly beautiful accent.
Turning as she entered the small home she gazed at her mother. "Mother?" she called as she went over to one of her smaller sibloings. "What will become of us?" She asked. " Father is next to go and slay the elves. Is he not?"