My World, Not Yours

[Equinox 245]

Another late night, and rather terrifying story I wrote, ITS NOT CANON. Aaaah.

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Do you hear that?
The sounds of destruction?

 

A woman adorn in black and white leathers, buttoned up from wrist to throat. With glistening white hair, and piercing pale blue eyes. Who wields a blade distorted by reality, crafted of legendary aengul eyes, the craftsmanship done in such a manner that any blacksmith in the mortal plain could not claim creation. When she appears anger, all who have lived fear her very existence. Her blade extends at will, shattering and whipping through the stones and quartz that held whole palaces in structural balance. A blatant feat commended as simply; Godly...

 

There is something divine about this creature, something so wicked and distorted from the reality of her victims. It is understandable many would call her simply blessed with power, yet she came to be as a form of someone's wrong doing. A vindicator to all, a creature so warmly proceeded as to being a goddess. Those that ask the question of her arrival are met with a serpent of a size that dwarfs that of even the depth's devourer. A uwaba-mi, only a million times larger in size...

 

Spanning half a kilometer in length, and 10 or so meters from its most shorter point, and 17 meters to it's highest. The beast that follows this maiden of death is adorn with black scales, stronger then the scales of even the most utmost echelon of Dragaar. Not even the maiden's own blade can pierce or even hinder the creature in any shape. This monster darts from the sky as the woman appears. Smashing into anything and everything with ease, for a creature of that size could even shatter the bedrock under the grassy knoll.

 

Is it truly our world, and not theirs?

 

 

The reality of the situation is dire. Whole nations crumble underneath the whim of this woman and her pet. A sensational feat that dwarfed legends from the past, and even those that come from the future. There needs to be a name given to this event. A sign to understand who she is, and why she has come. No one dared to name her something as weak and fragile as a mortal's name. No elf, no human, no uruk, no dwarf. These names did not fit her, they did not fit what she created, and what she destroyed. The whole world stood mute at her appearance, at her ability, at her legacy. She was born of different vice, different strengths.

 

There were few of this world that had the ability to name her, Ghouls, Wraiths, Dragaar, and Drakaar alike. One peculiar Drakaar took up the task, and weighed the fate of everything the world held sacred. To name a behemoth of another dimension.

Her name was Sophie, and she was a good girl.

 

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Again, its like.. 3 in the morning, and I should be sleeping, but noooo, I wanna write. @w@

#Aboutasclimaticasmysexlife

[HedgeHug 2049]

love it, as allways!

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because I know you like it

 

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