Daemons Of The Past

[The Media Wizard 2958]

It was a damp and cold day in Kingston. Out in the nearby forest, Scicle stalked about the landscape, trudging around the treeline in search of something interesting.

 

 

As he walked along the frosted soil, he heard a noise from the bushes to his right. He quickly gripped the handle of his Short-Sword, drawing it in one fluid motion as he turned to the noise, his face in a sneer as he growled at the being that made the noise.

 

Scicle stood a good five seconds before the rusting began once more, drawing closer until - a rabbit. The small and fuzzy rabbit looked up at Scicle with a blank expression before hopping off into the brush once more. Scicle chuckled lightly as he stood tall, lowering his blade slightly.

 

Too quick for Scicle to react, the sound of something soaring from the brush behind him sounded as Scicle felt the large, slimy and hairy legs of a Giant Spider knock him forward, him stumbling before turning on his heel and facing the large Undead creature. The Spider lowered it's stance, it's legs moving in anticipation.

 

As soon as the spider jumped off it's long legs at Scicle, the Kha had already jumped to meet it half way, bringing his Short-Sword in an overhead arch, implanting it firmly into the Spider's head as both dropped to the ground, the Spider twitching wildly. Scicle twisted the blade in the monster's head as the Spider's limbs thrashed about.

 

 

As Scicle blinked, he suddenly found himself in a damp, yet surprisingly well lit cave. He looked about to see he was surrounded by a group of Humans, their weapons drawn. He acted quickly, swinging his sword around, slashing one of the Humans straight across the face, brains and blood flying out of the perfect cut through their cranium.

 

 

Scicle whipped around and rushed the second before they could respond, stabbing his blade upwards as it made a clean cut through their chest. Scicle heaved up as he picked the poor Human up, wails of pain and anguish filling his ears.

 

 

Jerking back and twisting, Scicle slid through the blade back out of the man's chest, the Human's body falling to the ground in a crumpled mess of blood and guts. As the Kha looked upon the last Human, he could not clearly make out their face like the others.

 

The Human reached for their dagger, but they were met with the same fate as their other friends; Scicle's sword went directly through their gut as he lifted them up into the air with a roar of triumph.

 

 

Suddenly, the Human's face became clearer, looking straight into Scicle's eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. Scicle stopped and starred at her a moment, his eyes in complete and total shock as he uttered the words:

 

"... Kittun...?"

 

 

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S'Scicle sat up quickly in his bed, his breathing heavy and fast as he looked about his room, noting he was in fact in the Jungles and in his home. He closed his eyes tight, realizing now that all that had happened was a dream.

 

S'Miggles the Ocelot slowly creeped towards Scicle and laid beside him to comfort him as he sat there, thinking until the sun rose on the next day...

[Shadeleaf 1022]

((Oh my god he killed, Withar.... ;.; This... this is beautiful...))

[Yoff 328]

-snip, it was a dream.-

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.