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Post by Kikuyoshi on Sept 27, 2005 11:12:05 GMT -6
He feeds on fear
He feeds on pain
He rules again
If for all he cares
He will guide
The faith again
Our light in the darkness
Is to small to see
There's always a sparkle of hope
If you just believe
He told the tale so many times
About the dream not meant to be
In a world of the free
He plays with your mind
As faith for the future faded fast
He grows strong with their displeasure
It sets him free
Deceiver of hearts
Deceiver of fools
He rules with fear
Deceiver of hopes
Deceiver of fools
He rules again
He feeds on fear
Poisons the truth
To gain their faith
To lead the way
To a world of decay
He rules your heart
He will sell your soul to the grave
Without a hesitation to make
He belongs to the dark
Please awake
And see the truth
He can only be
If you believe what he tells you
Remember who you are
What you stand for
And there will always be a way
In my heart there is a place
In my heart there is a trace
Of a small fire burning
A sheltering ray shines through this night
Although it 's small, it's bright
But darkness is lurking
He will sell your soul to bitterness and cold
Oh fear him
Deceiver of hearts
Deceiver of fools
He rules with fear
Deceiver of hopes
Deceiver of fools
Shall he rule again?
A brilliant eruption of light streamed through the Sky, coating the air in a thick humidity unnatural of these parts. Dark, villainous clouds exploded in the heavens, drowning out every last bit of sunshine around and through the Shinkou Ookami lands. As another jolt of unnatural blood red lightning coursed through the veins of the clouds overhead, they seemed to jolt and thus released a rather horrifying version of rain.
Blood stained the ground everywhere and for every drip drop of this tainted rain, a minion was birthed, their agony of being given life voiced in their non hesitant screams of pain and doom as they rose from the earth. Bodies of pure white they looked like small, innocent human children, save for where there eyes should be, they had nothing but empty, dark pits...to which constantly they cried tears of blood. They felt nothing, and knew nothing, going only on the instinct Ghost had planted within them....
To kill, and destroy.
This group however chose to follow no one set leader and were thus left vulnerable to attack...their only strength being in sheer vast numbers. And thus, in this rather large crowd, they moved slowly, killing and tearing into anything and everything that seemed alive...and at times, ripping into each other.
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Post by Warlock on Sept 27, 2005 14:59:19 GMT -6
As the blood-hued lightning flashed across the sky, lighting the lands for a mere instant with a hellish glow, a slender white wolfess crept ever so cautiously closer to those evil creatures. There was only the briefest moment of hesitation as she realised how numerous they were, but merely being outnumbered would not stop her. Her beloved packlands were under attack, and she was determined to do her part to defeat their enemy.
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Post by Monkey Monk on Sept 27, 2005 16:12:39 GMT -6
It was then that a blood curtling cry of battle rose into the air. A black and red wolven stepped from the shadows, facing the group of minions. Around his neck was a chain of fangs and strapped to his back was a sword, blade exposed.
From behind the first wolven came another. This one had the same fur pattern but was of much lighter frame. His tail and wings crackled and gave of light. For they were of flame, an eternal flame of his life. His gaze was calm an unmoving at the massive numbers.
Finally a third creature came from behind the first two. His fur was black with an odd pattern of red and white swirls. The light from the fire covered wolven showed ropey scars on the left side of his face and silver studs in his ears. As he gazed upon the enemies he licked his chops and grinned eagerly.
These three mascus were Deathblood, Infernus, and Muerte. The three warriors stood side by side and tensed at the oncoming battle. Deathblood looked at the two other's at his side, his chain of fangs clinking with his movements. "You guys ready?"
Infernus, the one with the flames that burned so brightly grinned and flexed his muscles. "Yeehaw! Let's round us up some cattle and bring them all the way home to hell!"
With a blood thirsty cackle, Muerte looked hungrily at the minions. "I am ready for another blood bath senor. This will indeed bring me much pleasure."
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Post by Kikuyoshi on Sept 28, 2005 12:59:37 GMT -6
The blood rain that fell dare not have lessened, for as each second passed, more and more seemed to be birthed, while the ones that already lingered, now turned their attention to the newest wolven figures.
Eyeball less sockets glared in the dark of the diseased day, claws gleaming under the blackened sky. It didn't take long for the first of them to begin the attack...for with no one to lead them at the moment, these minions were to do as they damn well pleased...and blood was about the only thing on their minds at the moment.
More and more charged the wolves, feeling nothing but the raging hunger for death and blood.
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Post by Monkey Monk on Sept 28, 2005 14:58:40 GMT -6
The three warriors were quickly swamped in enemies. To any onlooker, the light that had been the trio seemed to be extinguished for many a moment. But then that fire came back, dim at first, but soon strong as ever. Blood and roars of war flew through the air. These creatures were experienced warriors. Their battles many. All of them had fought in far distant lands against the strangest of beings. Yet these things were like nothing from before. To the onlooker it looked as if they would surely die.
Whilst that onlooker would have lost the sight of Infernus' flame, the three wolvens were already going into a battle form. At first they did not know how to kill these odd things, but that did not last long. Once they had gripped the idea, the three mascus formed a sort of triangle so that their back's were protected. Fangs ripped through flesh, claws tore at eyeless sockets, and flames erupted into groups of those nightmaric beings. The enemies numbers were countless but these wolvens fought as if they had nothing to loose, which was the truth.
"Yeehaw! This is great!" Was the first words to break from the already scratched and bruised males. Those vocals had come from Infernus.
"It would seem their creator choose quantity over quality.." That would be Deathblood. His fangs snapped shut like the iron jaws of a bear trap. That chain of fangs protected his neck well.
And finally Muerte spoke up. His ancient blood lust being stirred up with the rain of blood, the mascu was back to his old self. "Indeed. I haven't had such an quicker to fell foe since back when my master's conquered the Aztecs. But these guys are tough little buggers. So many..."
It was so these warriors fought those mindless minions. Their own blood was mixed with that of their felled enemies. This battle was going to be a tough one, and it wouldn't end until long after the rain ended.
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Post by Warlock on Sept 30, 2005 16:16:16 GMT -6
A low growl rumbled in the wolfess's throat, and she sprang at the nearest creature, her long white fangs sinking into its flesh. She shuddered with revulsion as she tasted its vile blood. These creatures, these minions of evil shouldn't even exist, she realised.
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Post by Kikuyoshi on Oct 5, 2005 23:58:19 GMT -6
In the midst of battle, the silhouette of two figures rose from out of what seemed to be nothing but pure darkness, their form only a tiny bit shorter than the minions that sprawled about them. Mere children...yet they held a striking resemblance to the creatures that these wolves fought, for although they had a bit of skin tone, their hair and clothing was still cast in a disturbing ivory. Although these two did have eyes, they may as well not have, for both pupils were glazed over in a frosty hue suggesting that the both of them were blind.
No sooner had the two emerged, than did a rather haunting song leave their lips, the words in unison but in different pitches.
"He feeds on fear, He feeds on pain...He ruuules agaaaain. If for all he cares, he wiiiill guide, the faaaith agaaaain. Our light in the daaaarkness, Is too small to seeeeee, There's always a spaaaarkle of hope, if you just belieeeeeve."
The song seemed to aggravate the minions in a positive manner, for the hoards of them seemed to grow and become fiercer, claws outstretching...hurting, scraping...drawing blood. Everywhere the eye reached death was occurring, be it by wolves attacking minions, minions attacking wolves, or minions attacking minions. And thus the bloody battle continued, the rain seeming to drizzle on forever.
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Post by Monkey Monk on Oct 6, 2005 17:05:34 GMT -6
The three wolvens quickly took note of the ferocity increase. The minions were more vicious in fighting now, more difficult to kill. More blood of wolven make was spilled on the ground. Things were not going well. Before long the chilling song reached their ear.
"Hot dang that song is creepy."
"And these beasts are getting tougher or I'm getting weaker."
"Would you two shutup!? It's hard enough to kill these bastards without you guys distracting me."
Deathblood growled ferociously as he sliced at a nearby foe. If they didn't think of something soon then they would be overwhelmed with these foes. The warrior thought quickly, eyes darting around. Soon he spotted the two singing beings at a distance. Their eyes stood out among the sockets that surrounded them.
"You guys see that?"
Infernus and Muerte looked to where Deathblood had motioned. Their eyes looked grimly at the two odd ones.
"Looks like generals of some sort."
"hehe they sure make a cute couple don't they."
The three warriors thus began to press towards the singing beings, suffering blows and dealing their own. Yet Deathblood broke off from the group, disapearing into the masses.
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