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 Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 2:56 pm
So, in another guild I'm in, there was a contest that was like create a story of your Halloween avatar. I thought, since a few members in here have hounded me on RPing or anything of the sort *not naming names..... stare * I decided to post my horrible story of my character. She doesn't have a name, but I names the blades. Zesiro means first of a twin, and Yamal means one of a twin in Irish. Have fun and I'll like to see what you all think of it. I don't care if what you say is good or bad. *shrugs**I have so many "scary" avatar pictures saved in my journal entry of previous avatars, I had trouble choosing. Also, this is my first piece of writing that I actually wrote for someone else.*
After each kill, I take my sweet time cleansing the blood of the fallen, taking the purities out of the thickening, lustful liquid. As I sit atop a defiled church top with my golden goblet filled with congealing blood, I sit in the moonlight soaking in the darkness, watching for my next victim. Koyagi, my as ever trusting as he could be demon goat, sits next to me, ready to pounce on a little child as they skitter by collecting treats and performing tricks this eve. As my hair flows in the wind, my eyes detect a herd of persky, hormonal foals that are playing with their crosses and knives and holy water, pretending to become a necromancer for just a night. Silly children, they do not know what would come of them if they were able to ever call up someone. That is why I am here, so protect my brethren, and spill the blood of foolish children who get in the way of my benefactors' rulings. Time has come to finish this 14 year old crimson juice and start afresh with the ghouls of humanity below.
Such as on a night like this, I unsheath both of my blades, Zesiro and Yamal, twin blades. I deftly jump from the roof and into the shadows of the night. I don't try to hide myself like I usually do when preparing to end a life. The little ones don't pay any attention to the crackle of twigs Koyagi makes while circling around them. The younger one, turns and sees me. Her pupils dilate, her mouth is agape, and all she can say is, "phantom." No one ever sees me even when looking directly at me. This girl has a strong power that They might deem useful. I swiftly use Zesiro and Yamal on the other 6 intruders of the night, and save the good blood from each. I swipe the young girl up, pounce up back onto the church steeple, and wait for dawn. The girl shivers, falls asleep of fright. The day has come and it is now my turn to descend down to the abyss, where They await for me.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 2:43 pm
Interesting story, Matron Yuki!
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