Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2020 1:23:55 GMT -5
There was a certain weight he could not describe, pulling down against his feet. Like standing just as the tide begins pulling away from you. Each movement labored as if he resisted every strike that pierced and carved through hapless flesh.
Lighting struck just as his steel pierced through flesh. Rush of warmth running up his arm as the crimson bath all but consumed him as he pulled his blade free with a swift forward kick against his lifeless foe.
It was odd...this battle. Faces blended together and his steps became heavier and heavier...his movements slower and slower as moving under water.
Suddenly the air was still, lightning flashed across the blackened sky without the following boom of thunder. Devrum stopped, his body slowly beginning to ease as he took it the world, the battle surrounding him.
Silence...he could see the battle unfolding but could not hear the ballad of steel and flesh. Instead all he could hear was a sudden rush of water like a stream opening up into something much greater.
He turned just in time to greet the source. A towering wave of blood. Endless. Ferocious...moving to fast to avoid until it rushed over him. Consuming him...than...blackness.
Devrum woke with a stutter of breath before sitting up. His eyes instinctively darting around taking in his surroundings before he realized he was home. The vision he had was no different than the night before...it was becoming more frequent.
He was a warrior who basked in the fear that came with his name...who painted himself in the blood of the fallen and wore ears, fingers, teeth around his neck to live up to the moniker of the demon his enemies believed him to be.
In truth, he was a warrior. Born and raised to be as efficient and deadly as any steel forged and shaped to perfection. He was a killer of the highest pedigree...but a demon he was not. He was a man. Mortal as any other,a man who once relished the dance of death but now grew weary of it. Unspoken of course.
He'd slide out of bed and gather his things. Simple by design. Loose blue sleeveless shirt that draped over his athletic, seasoned frame. Grey pants and leather boots. His sword swayed at his side, steel spear with decorative brass leaf draped over his shoulder as he braved the storm this night and made for the hills of the southern shores.
There he stood atop, staring over the crashing waves as rain beat against his frame. There was plenty to fear and admire about the ravenous waters below. Devrum allowed his eyes to dance over the white ruffled foam the lined the waters.
Echoes of battles past heard in the distance in this brief moment of reflection. Had another braved the elements as well they would find the warrior in a rare thoughtful light.
Lighting struck just as his steel pierced through flesh. Rush of warmth running up his arm as the crimson bath all but consumed him as he pulled his blade free with a swift forward kick against his lifeless foe.
It was odd...this battle. Faces blended together and his steps became heavier and heavier...his movements slower and slower as moving under water.
Suddenly the air was still, lightning flashed across the blackened sky without the following boom of thunder. Devrum stopped, his body slowly beginning to ease as he took it the world, the battle surrounding him.
Silence...he could see the battle unfolding but could not hear the ballad of steel and flesh. Instead all he could hear was a sudden rush of water like a stream opening up into something much greater.
He turned just in time to greet the source. A towering wave of blood. Endless. Ferocious...moving to fast to avoid until it rushed over him. Consuming him...than...blackness.
Devrum woke with a stutter of breath before sitting up. His eyes instinctively darting around taking in his surroundings before he realized he was home. The vision he had was no different than the night before...it was becoming more frequent.
He was a warrior who basked in the fear that came with his name...who painted himself in the blood of the fallen and wore ears, fingers, teeth around his neck to live up to the moniker of the demon his enemies believed him to be.
In truth, he was a warrior. Born and raised to be as efficient and deadly as any steel forged and shaped to perfection. He was a killer of the highest pedigree...but a demon he was not. He was a man. Mortal as any other,a man who once relished the dance of death but now grew weary of it. Unspoken of course.
He'd slide out of bed and gather his things. Simple by design. Loose blue sleeveless shirt that draped over his athletic, seasoned frame. Grey pants and leather boots. His sword swayed at his side, steel spear with decorative brass leaf draped over his shoulder as he braved the storm this night and made for the hills of the southern shores.
There he stood atop, staring over the crashing waves as rain beat against his frame. There was plenty to fear and admire about the ravenous waters below. Devrum allowed his eyes to dance over the white ruffled foam the lined the waters.
Echoes of battles past heard in the distance in this brief moment of reflection. Had another braved the elements as well they would find the warrior in a rare thoughtful light.
