Post by Corvus on Apr 1, 2006 21:49:44 GMT -5
"I`ll tear your fucking heart out!!"
Thats what he was intending to say, but in his current state all that issued from the wolf-boy was a gutteral growl of immense hatred and anger. With equal vigor and passion his opponent slammed their blade against his own, while sparks flew in the movies and were often considered unrealistic, something else flew up from this impact, shards of fragmented metal, breaking apart their swords with each blow so eager they were in sinking the weapon into the opponent. They didn`t stand on any arranged battlefield, or some critically important, or holy area... it was a simple street, a bazaar in fact when the two had finally saw each other again. The local villagers either watching dumbfounded or running as fast as they could manage away from this scene in case others joined in and it raged out of control. But no one had the guts to step in, warriors and mages knew one important thing, one should never interfere with such unbridled hated.
Another clash of blades, each one finding little shards of metal imbedding within some part of their body, panting for breath and taking a moment to glare at their opponent and add 'just won`t die' to the list of things they hated about them. The wolf-boy could have easily been deemed the most unusual looking out of the pair, such creatures were not native to the world of Sarub, his fore-arms, hands, feet and shins covered in a thick black, scruffy fur... where nails would be were just extremely sharp claws for tearing prey, in his mouth where very prominent fangs. Thrashing behind him was a fairly long wolf tail, sections of its black fur matted in blood, the underside of it being a very rich, pure white. His hair took on a similiar look, innately spikey it seemed, streaks of white in certain hair spikes, the long ponytail falling between his shoulder blades each time he stopped his movements.
On his right arm was an armoured gauntlet, at the moment battered and some deep gashes in the surface, clutched tightly in his left hand was a sword of massive size, at least five and a half feet, his races natural strength and endurance being the only reason this thing could be used in a conventional duel. It had once been a smooth surfaced and keen blade, but thick chunks had been torn from its surface, blood marring several areas along its length. He wasn`t clad in anything too special, despite this odd creature, just a white t-shirt and brown cloth pants though they had been torn at the mid-shin level.
Growling deeply in his throat the wolf let loose a soul-shaking howl and charged forth, bringing his blade again to his opponent, another clash of sheer anger that wounded their swords further.
The other half of this endeavour of hatred was a little more normal looking compared to his opponent, but some things were still unusual. Short slightly spiked brown hair, the fringe falling around the level of his brow, then gaining an inch in length at the sides and going slightly longer at the back a very trim, cared for hair-cut. Wrapped tightly around his head was a head-band of crimson, bumps running along its surface holding back the long ears of this being in an attempt to blend in better, something his other half had given up on long ago. Covering his torso was a rather torn white t-shirt and padded jacket on top of that, currently missing its entire left sleeve but from the lack of blood or amputation it was clear this was from an earlier encounter they had.
Clasp in his hands was a very well dull might be the word but a more fitting one would be plain, just a plain long-sword any knight of the realm might use in defendings one land or taking down a tyrant. But in this case it was a sharp implement to plunge from one end of his opponent to the other and catch as much of the squidgy stuff inside as possible.
Their names were Corvus MacCallum and Sokket Grei, four or five months ago and they had been as brothers, forever at each others side for support and suggestions. They had met when being educated and since then had been almost inseperable, this wasn`t to mean they didn`t have quarrels, such moments as Corvus making a romantic proposal to Sokkets kid sister put them both under plenty of strain but rampant betrayal had never entered into it until just a few weeks ago.
Standing in a ruined grand hall-way, its tapestries either shorn or torn down, golden candle-holders dented and laying hap-hazardly along the ground, then the corpses, some of the finest warriors to grace Baron Fortesques garrison, their injuries altogether not possible of a human, claw marks and teared flesh from where fangs had contacted mixing with the huge slash marks from a giant blade.This is where the two had formed that greatest of rifts that has had them baying for each others blood since.
Both dressed similary to the present day though weapons were in much condition,staring from opposing sides of the hallway,panting heavily for breath from constant attacks upon each other but blood had yet to be shed...it was almost silent save for the grinding of a chandalier.
"How could you.."
"Don`t you fucking dare start,I`m not going to hear a lecture from the mongrel of Sarub!"
Cor never even bothered replying in english,instead he lowered himself down..fangs bared and claws slowly reaching outwards from his finger-tips,he wanted flesh,he wanted Aldarian flesh and he was going to get it.As he pounced towards his prey the massive slammer sword clutched tightly in his left hand scraped along the ground,carving a thin trail right along the masonry towards the target.In a rushed swing came the giant blade,carving through nothing but air as Sokket lept back,but while he had expected to have a clear shot at his opponents defenceless back Corvus proved he was capable of changing tactics,the blade continued to fly out to the side before smashing horribly against a wall,scattering chunks of stone and steel into the air along with powdered concrete.With that weight out of the road the wolf was free to pick up his speed and charged towards the long-earred alien claws swinging wildly,catching leather,plate steel and flesh in uneven amounts but managing to score a nice quartet of lines right across his enemies chest.
Sokket desperately tried to get shot of his opponent,the blade connecting with its side impacting on Cors ribs,he wasn`t thrown aside but his momentum had been killed,the two staring at each other as they regained both balance,breath and concentration.
"...you...you were always so FUCKING SELF-RIGHTEOUS!"
"And you were nothing but a time waster!...I had a future before all this!"
Thats what he was intending to say, but in his current state all that issued from the wolf-boy was a gutteral growl of immense hatred and anger. With equal vigor and passion his opponent slammed their blade against his own, while sparks flew in the movies and were often considered unrealistic, something else flew up from this impact, shards of fragmented metal, breaking apart their swords with each blow so eager they were in sinking the weapon into the opponent. They didn`t stand on any arranged battlefield, or some critically important, or holy area... it was a simple street, a bazaar in fact when the two had finally saw each other again. The local villagers either watching dumbfounded or running as fast as they could manage away from this scene in case others joined in and it raged out of control. But no one had the guts to step in, warriors and mages knew one important thing, one should never interfere with such unbridled hated.
Another clash of blades, each one finding little shards of metal imbedding within some part of their body, panting for breath and taking a moment to glare at their opponent and add 'just won`t die' to the list of things they hated about them. The wolf-boy could have easily been deemed the most unusual looking out of the pair, such creatures were not native to the world of Sarub, his fore-arms, hands, feet and shins covered in a thick black, scruffy fur... where nails would be were just extremely sharp claws for tearing prey, in his mouth where very prominent fangs. Thrashing behind him was a fairly long wolf tail, sections of its black fur matted in blood, the underside of it being a very rich, pure white. His hair took on a similiar look, innately spikey it seemed, streaks of white in certain hair spikes, the long ponytail falling between his shoulder blades each time he stopped his movements.
On his right arm was an armoured gauntlet, at the moment battered and some deep gashes in the surface, clutched tightly in his left hand was a sword of massive size, at least five and a half feet, his races natural strength and endurance being the only reason this thing could be used in a conventional duel. It had once been a smooth surfaced and keen blade, but thick chunks had been torn from its surface, blood marring several areas along its length. He wasn`t clad in anything too special, despite this odd creature, just a white t-shirt and brown cloth pants though they had been torn at the mid-shin level.
Growling deeply in his throat the wolf let loose a soul-shaking howl and charged forth, bringing his blade again to his opponent, another clash of sheer anger that wounded their swords further.
The other half of this endeavour of hatred was a little more normal looking compared to his opponent, but some things were still unusual. Short slightly spiked brown hair, the fringe falling around the level of his brow, then gaining an inch in length at the sides and going slightly longer at the back a very trim, cared for hair-cut. Wrapped tightly around his head was a head-band of crimson, bumps running along its surface holding back the long ears of this being in an attempt to blend in better, something his other half had given up on long ago. Covering his torso was a rather torn white t-shirt and padded jacket on top of that, currently missing its entire left sleeve but from the lack of blood or amputation it was clear this was from an earlier encounter they had.
Clasp in his hands was a very well dull might be the word but a more fitting one would be plain, just a plain long-sword any knight of the realm might use in defendings one land or taking down a tyrant. But in this case it was a sharp implement to plunge from one end of his opponent to the other and catch as much of the squidgy stuff inside as possible.
Their names were Corvus MacCallum and Sokket Grei, four or five months ago and they had been as brothers, forever at each others side for support and suggestions. They had met when being educated and since then had been almost inseperable, this wasn`t to mean they didn`t have quarrels, such moments as Corvus making a romantic proposal to Sokkets kid sister put them both under plenty of strain but rampant betrayal had never entered into it until just a few weeks ago.
Standing in a ruined grand hall-way, its tapestries either shorn or torn down, golden candle-holders dented and laying hap-hazardly along the ground, then the corpses, some of the finest warriors to grace Baron Fortesques garrison, their injuries altogether not possible of a human, claw marks and teared flesh from where fangs had contacted mixing with the huge slash marks from a giant blade.This is where the two had formed that greatest of rifts that has had them baying for each others blood since.
Both dressed similary to the present day though weapons were in much condition,staring from opposing sides of the hallway,panting heavily for breath from constant attacks upon each other but blood had yet to be shed...it was almost silent save for the grinding of a chandalier.
"How could you.."
"Don`t you fucking dare start,I`m not going to hear a lecture from the mongrel of Sarub!"
Cor never even bothered replying in english,instead he lowered himself down..fangs bared and claws slowly reaching outwards from his finger-tips,he wanted flesh,he wanted Aldarian flesh and he was going to get it.As he pounced towards his prey the massive slammer sword clutched tightly in his left hand scraped along the ground,carving a thin trail right along the masonry towards the target.In a rushed swing came the giant blade,carving through nothing but air as Sokket lept back,but while he had expected to have a clear shot at his opponents defenceless back Corvus proved he was capable of changing tactics,the blade continued to fly out to the side before smashing horribly against a wall,scattering chunks of stone and steel into the air along with powdered concrete.With that weight out of the road the wolf was free to pick up his speed and charged towards the long-earred alien claws swinging wildly,catching leather,plate steel and flesh in uneven amounts but managing to score a nice quartet of lines right across his enemies chest.
Sokket desperately tried to get shot of his opponent,the blade connecting with its side impacting on Cors ribs,he wasn`t thrown aside but his momentum had been killed,the two staring at each other as they regained both balance,breath and concentration.
"...you...you were always so FUCKING SELF-RIGHTEOUS!"
"And you were nothing but a time waster!...I had a future before all this!"
