Jentos 6809 Share Posted January 11, 2022 Spoiler There was a horrible noise - tearing through the world. Screaming to the very stars that hang above, a thing drove it's frame from the sandy, blood-stained beaches of South-bridge. Broken, battered, smashed against the rocks by the wave and driven into the murky depths by a hating sea - the nameless thing had emerged upon the soil of the east with glittering eyes. Skin tight upon bone, and mascarading as a monstrosity, it's eyes grew bloodshot from the smell of wretched carnage, from the aftermath of battle. It's entire body convulsed as it limped strangely, with an alien-like walk towards the dead wretches, those without friends, without family, without comrades to bury them. The thing went where the crows and the dogs had not - and with frenetic, inner hunger it went and tore. The sweet smell. The rivulets of blood. The very horror that was the destruction of the mortal shell - the symbol behind that act excited the thing so much that its bowels loosened and heart wrenched. It's heart beat like dread drums of war - faster and faster. Extasy lit in it - in that fabrication. Envy for the false-flesh grew. And with every corpse on which it nawed, on every bone it broke to drink the marrow, and every rib-cage it smashed to feast on the heart, the stomach was yet widening - yet growing with every bite. So that sustenance, it could never know. It spoke un-knowable things - in a voice shattered and wild from the fel of a monster. It acted as it did under the auspices of the World. Gave itself to inherent hunger - to the adage of time itself. It gave itself, forever, and ever, to its holy mission. It tore at the sinews of man and swallowed. And tasted sin. Swallowed more and more - devoured, piling sin upon sin in its stomach until it grew twisted. What might have once been an angel stood as a horror upon the shore, standing on great hind-legs, and stared wordlessly at the stars above. It loved them. It stared on and on and it's own heart knew passion - it's very acts spoke them, spew forth ritual and allegory with its every movement in accordance with the whispers in the winds, the auspices of the graves, and the secrets from the stars and the trees. It was privy to the World. And it stared upon it, with cataracts of gold. 19 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Callistus 963 Share Posted January 11, 2022 A lone eye pries upon the shore from afar, praying that their bloodbath was merely an advent to an end. He mourned this fall, and awaited that soon-coming dawn. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Sug 2554 Share Posted January 11, 2022 (edited) [!] Cold was the night that a lone horseman strode through the battlefield, his eyes looking over those 'saved' mortal souls who had been bestowed the slumber of the One, granted unification with the divine earth underfoot, some slain by his blade and others by those of his comrades. Yet, within stride of steed did pause the lordling, so carved into faith by ritualistic means, whilst pale blue orbs reached gaze outwards into the night as the sounds of the dead mourned and the rabid struggling torture of the evening waned into silence. The man had sinned this day, he had sinned a few days prior, yet within his heart he knew he would sin again, however this night held feeling of accomplishment, of retribution even...He was wretched now as he walked through the darkness of the battlefield surveying and feeling the carnage left by man beneath his boots. Edited January 11, 2022 by _Sug 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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