Post by Aaron Williams on Jul 24, 2007 23:12:13 GMT -5
...but there shall come a time when the woodly woods and the sweeping tides shall turn against those they once sought to protect...
Laviz's entire body tensed. A lukewarm mist dampened his face, but it was not his blood that stained his hair and blurred his vision. A few feet ahead Kiara struggled in vain to replace the organs now rapidly escaping from her abdomen. Laviz's head spun for a moment, as Kiara's body hit the ground, shivering.
"Get a hold of yourself!" A strong hand stopped Laviz from toppling backward, but his weapon hit the grass with a soft thud. Gwaine pushed Laviz back into an upright position, retrieving his spear, "You are no good to Jasmine Woods unconscious, now get back into formation!"
Another loud BANG[/i] split the air. The air to the left of Laviz's ear cracked, telling him that he narrowly avoided loosing his head. Others were not as lucky, though. Arms, legs, and even small effects of the face were torn asunder. He did not want look, the wrenching sounds were enough to tell Laviz exactly what was going on behind him.
Amidst the cries of the recent amputees another voice rang out. "The gates! They have destroyed the gates!", the voice was soft, but clearly audible from the front lines. Decades passed in silence, only the occasional moan of those leaving this world escaped from the Wingly line, then...
Thunder rose up from the ground, and hundreds of mounted abominations appeared through the mist. Laviz's lips curled into a smile, their dark magic has run out, he thought, we may be able to defeat them! A sharp, jerking pain drug Laviz to the ground before he could regain composure. A miniature arrow had bore itself into his shoulder, rendering his left arm immobile.
Laviz watched in horror as his comrades suffered the same fate...or worse. Meyr's eye was skewered, and Ttaiban's throat was tore open. Those who had survived the first volley turned to run, but a fresh batch of minaturette arrows caught them in the back, forcing them down to the ground.
A sickeningly hollow thump resounded in Laviz's head. His brain began to swim, as the sounds of the thundering hooves faded into the background. where his nose had once been now sat a small metal barb, shimmering with blood. Laviz could feel every splinter the foot long wooden shaft had left as it traveled up through his jaw, skewered his mouth, and came to rest just inside his nasal cavity. He inadvertently tilted his head down to prevent blood from streaming into his eyes as he quickly began to loose consciousness.
Laviz felt detached from his body, and he smiled slightly. At least this way he couldn't feel the hoofs as they ground his body into the morning dew.
The Great Betrayal, Book of Winglies, 1 B.S.
Laviz's entire body tensed. A lukewarm mist dampened his face, but it was not his blood that stained his hair and blurred his vision. A few feet ahead Kiara struggled in vain to replace the organs now rapidly escaping from her abdomen. Laviz's head spun for a moment, as Kiara's body hit the ground, shivering.
"Get a hold of yourself!" A strong hand stopped Laviz from toppling backward, but his weapon hit the grass with a soft thud. Gwaine pushed Laviz back into an upright position, retrieving his spear, "You are no good to Jasmine Woods unconscious, now get back into formation!"
Another loud BANG[/i] split the air. The air to the left of Laviz's ear cracked, telling him that he narrowly avoided loosing his head. Others were not as lucky, though. Arms, legs, and even small effects of the face were torn asunder. He did not want look, the wrenching sounds were enough to tell Laviz exactly what was going on behind him.
Amidst the cries of the recent amputees another voice rang out. "The gates! They have destroyed the gates!", the voice was soft, but clearly audible from the front lines. Decades passed in silence, only the occasional moan of those leaving this world escaped from the Wingly line, then...
Thunder rose up from the ground, and hundreds of mounted abominations appeared through the mist. Laviz's lips curled into a smile, their dark magic has run out, he thought, we may be able to defeat them! A sharp, jerking pain drug Laviz to the ground before he could regain composure. A miniature arrow had bore itself into his shoulder, rendering his left arm immobile.
Laviz watched in horror as his comrades suffered the same fate...or worse. Meyr's eye was skewered, and Ttaiban's throat was tore open. Those who had survived the first volley turned to run, but a fresh batch of minaturette arrows caught them in the back, forcing them down to the ground.
A sickeningly hollow thump resounded in Laviz's head. His brain began to swim, as the sounds of the thundering hooves faded into the background. where his nose had once been now sat a small metal barb, shimmering with blood. Laviz could feel every splinter the foot long wooden shaft had left as it traveled up through his jaw, skewered his mouth, and came to rest just inside his nasal cavity. He inadvertently tilted his head down to prevent blood from streaming into his eyes as he quickly began to loose consciousness.
Laviz felt detached from his body, and he smiled slightly. At least this way he couldn't feel the hoofs as they ground his body into the morning dew.