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7/23/2010 17:16:11

Eukara Vox
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The warrior wiped her blade with an oiled cloth, her eyes distant as she prepared for the onslaught ahead. The moment had come, though she was alone this time. The others... they had all fallen to the army that awaited her. Each one had tried and disappeared among the horde of enemies that stood, dense and stoic. It would not be easy.

The gods had watched as each hero fell, none moved by the plight of the mortals below. The scavengers watched too, from their hidden places far above the battle field. They licked their lips in greedy anticipation. The last warrior standing was about to take up the fight.

The warrior stood and pulled her blade, resting it on her forehead and said a prayer to the god that had protected her thus far. She was all there was between civilization and the oncoming horde. If she failed, all of earth would fall with her. Breathing deeply, inhaling the air around her, she opened her eyes and looked at the enemy. There they stood, in mock fear. But, they knew not who it was that would be in their midst today.

For the enemy cared not for those who challenged them. They always won. They took over the land, using up the places that people wanted for cropland to put down roots to build more war engines. Suffocating the people that had already established a home, the army slowly drove away the calm, sweet residences of bygone days. They built huge towering structures, whose faces turned with the daystar to absorb all the energy given by the holy light source. That energy, in turn, helped build their siege machines.

She stepped forward, blade held aloft and issued the challenge. The daystar's light glinted off the blade, momentarily blinding the scavengers. They cried out in anger, as their desire to watch the carnage was strong. The army stood, glaring at her as the wind blew softly through them. A few of them moved, adjusting their stance.

The warrior cried out and charged. Her weapon, now hungry for battle, roared as the army pushed forward. Alive, the blade sang out as the first of the army fell, blood washing over the silvery metal. She plowed through, creating a path of fallen enemies, their bodies broken and dying. The scavengers sang a song of jubilation, their hungry eyes watching as she left death in her wake.

Slow, she pushed through the the throng of soldiers, standing against. Though they fought back, it was soon apparent that they stood no chance against her might and determination. They all fell beneath her, the smaller more agile assassins, the stoic warriors of giant proportions and the well-planted mages that concealed the true nature of certain warriors who clung to her legs and arms in an effort to slow her progress.

The din of battle attracted more scavengers, their black eyes watching, their mouth salivating. Even as she fought, they tempted fate by dropping down on the messy field of fallen bodies. The ransacked the bodies, looking for choice baubles and flesh, to satiate their many hungers.

Slowly, the battlefield shrank. She swung her mighty blade left and right, cutting down ever soldier who threw himself at her. Amidst the fallen, she spotted one that had gone before her. His golden armor, still gleaming in the daystar, peeked out from under the debris of bodies. She pulled him away, wiping off his breastplate, so that even in sacrificial death, he would be remembered with reverence.

Sweat ran down her face as the daystar beat down on her. Fatigue began to set in as the sweat ran into her eyes, stinging them. She paused, wiping the moisture from her eyes, only to nearly miss the chance to cut down a sentinel. He stood before her, self-assured, determined to stop her progress.

She lashed out with her blade, but it didn't make a dent in the fighter's armor. He fell back slightly, as if a hard wind hit him, but nothing more. Determined, she gathered all her strength and threw her body into him, catching by surprise. He stumbled, arms flailing, as he attempted to use those around him to steady his stance. But, the hit was too much and he fell. The warrior, her own armor a mess, scrambled up and swung her blade. She severed his achilles' tendon, then eyes him with cold resolve.

It was as if the moment was everything she needed. Her blade found his neck, slicing easily through with some burst of otherworldy strength. She stood beside his bulk and laughed. Her skin slick in sweat, she looked at what was left of the once great army.

The few who remained quivered, but so scared, they could not move. She cut them down without a thought of mercy, for they showed none themselves.

Suddenly, it was quiet.

The ground was littered with the fallen. The warrior wiped her blade on a nearby body, then replaced it on her belt. She turned her back on the battlefield as the scavengers poured forth. They were no longer concerned with her. They were free to take whatever they could eat and find.

She paused.

The wind blew, cooling her skin, yet carried a song. It was a dirge... a dirge for the enemy. She acknowledged that the warriors may have had family and friends and stood in respect as they mourned. The song carried through the trees that lined the battlefield. After a few moments, she continued her journey. The scavenger's joined the song, to her dismay. But their song harmonized with the dirge.

For... where there is death, there also is life.

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7/24/2010 12:25:26

superjars
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He invited them to come and share in this joyous occasion. Each and every one of those he invited today he had met at some time or another at the pool party his friend had thrown the other week. He himself had not joined in the frivolity he had seen in the pool that day, nor the relaxation that the after-party steam room had held, but this time it would be different. He was inviting them all to a dance this time, and he would make the effort to get out of his comfort zone and dance with each and every one.

The night of the dance came and guests arrived all at once. He was not prepared for such a rush and at first, all was chaos. The music began as soon as they arrived, but he was not ready for the night. He retreated away, left them to mingle and quickly took a breath to calm himself. He could do this; it was his party, after all and it would do no good for the host to be absent from the place. He picked one of them out of the mess and asked them kindly for a dance. And dance they did. Over, under, up and through, they danced through each move, practiced and sure. He spun her around and lifted her high and all the while, he could feel a sense of joy as this piece of chaos soon became a beacon of order.

The music stopped, he turned his head, he felt her slip from his grasp. And when he came back, she was gone, back to her home; her dance was over. He chose another, this time more aggressive than the first. This one was straight forward and the waltz that was played was perfect for the occasion. They danced to the side and then front and back, in step, in rhythm, in time. And at the end, he bowed to her and she gracefully bowed back to him. And when he rose to meet her eyes, she had returned home as well.

For the next he found someone airy and free, to dance and swing and twirl. The music played, a big band song, and both of them twisted for joy. He flung her in the air and caught her again with ease, the night seeming like it would never end. In the end, he pulled her through his legs, and up into his arms. She grinned and posed, then flew into the air: she had returned to her home.

He looked around as he caught his breath after that last one and noticed that there were only two left. Tall and thin and full of spice, he knew just what to do. He motioned to the DJ and the music thumped and whirred. A beat came down to rock their souls and bring them to the floor. They grooved, they shook, they dropped it like it was hot. They moved together and alone until they were all twisted with each other, moving to the beats. The music hit, then all went silent; these two final ones went home.

He looked around and heaved a sigh; his job was now complete. He had danced with all, then sent them home 'til next time that they meet.

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7/25/2010 21:04:34

Angel of Grief
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The princess shifted her weight (a dainty eighty-three pounds, thank you very much) from her left foot over to her right foot. She was becoming impatient; she had things to do, places to see. The line in front of her, although lengthy at some point earlier on, was beginning to thin, and soon it would be her turn. Her turn to ask one thing of the man before her; the man who held the tickets to whatever she desired most.

Finally, there were no obstructions between her and her goal; she was finally there. The eyes of the man before her shifted lazilly towards her, and their eyes met. His cloak shifted slowly about him, and despite the frigid weather, he showed no signs of it. This was her chance, her chance to do the task she came here for.

She told him her desire, and he replied with a quick response:

"It will cost you."

She handed the gold to him, and he gave her the way to what she desired most. Estatic, she ran off to see her parents, the King and Queen, where they stood a distance behind where a new line was forming for the man.

She spared a look around her, and marveled at all of the dazzling colors. Blue, green, red, spots of white, and every color in between were flashing in sync. They seemed to beckon her, nudge her, tell her to accomplish what she came here to do.

So she went.

The princess mounted her steed, and then they were off. Up and down, faster and faster, she rode the horse to an unknown destination. But she didn't care, she got what she wanted. A smile played at her lips, and the horse sped faster, whipping her amber hair behind her head. Her smile was contaigous, and the King and Queen- although forgotten by the Princess- smiled.

Gracefully, the horse continued on it's path, though it went slower and slower. Finally, much to the princess' dissappointment, the steed came to a halt. The childish music, which she thought was only in her head, stopped along with it.

Although disgruntled, the Princess obliged to leave her steed. She had paid to ride it, and she did; her time was done. The princess ran back to her parents (a distance much shorter than she expected, she thought she would be miles away by now), and gave them a heartwarming embrace.

"I did it Mommy and Daddy, I did it! I rode the big horse by myself!"

To this, her Mother replied,

"Why yes, yes you did honey. Now come along now, the carriage is waiting."

Once inside, the princess struggled to stay awake, but failed; she was worn out. She rested her head on her Mother's shoulder, and slept.

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7/27/2010 14:07:03

stromy
Member

The small child had a look of frustration on his face.

This was something that every child learned to do eventually. He looked down at his feet, unsure quite how to make them obey. He knew what he wanted, but it was still a struggle for him to do it. Each different part of his body seemed to think that it best knew how to do it. His arms struggled mightily to hoist him up, while his legs tried to be a calming presence.

Like in his previous attempts, he eventually found himself on his knees. To the toddler, this was a long and frustrating process, but his parents looked on encouragingly. They could see the rhythm to the chaos. Unlike the toddler, the parents knew what it was like to succeed. They understood how each individual part functioned so that the toddler could succeed. This did not help the toddler any.

He swayed back and forth as he attempted to leave the safety of his knees. The world above was chaotic. If he did not focus on his task, he could easily hurt himself. He made sure to look at his feet carefully. There were times before that bad positioning had caused him to fail. While this had set him back, he knew that he had to get back up and try again. He pushed himself off of his knees with his hands. Not too quickly, but not slowly either. Too slow, and he would fall backwards, too quickly and he would fall forwards.

He grinned triumphantly as he steadied himself on his feet. He knew that he had only just begun this battle. He noted wryly that his hands once again swung chaotically at his sides. This experience was too new for him to be able to recognize the pattern in the chaos.

He knew that his next move was crucial. For him, it was a matter of making his legs do what he wanted. His parents knew that it was not quite as simple as that. What the toddler needed was to find his place in the chaos and to use the chaos to his advantage. It would take the toddler years to realize this though.

With a sudden lurch forwards, the toddler placed one foot in front of the other. The wild swaying of his arms served him well. Their swinging helped to balance the toddler's unsettled weight. His knee wobbled awkwardly under this new sensation, but, to the joy of the toddler, held. This unfortunately left the toddler in an odd predicament. He had not expected this new position to be so uncomfortable. It was a struggle for him to stay balanced. So, acting mostly on instinct, he took another step.

Once again, his knees swayed under the experience; once again his knees held. Excited, the toddler looked towards the almost forgotten goal of the juice box that loomed in front of him. It was only a few more steps for him to reach it. The toddler had to restrain himself from moving too quickly towards it. Past failures had told him this much. So, slowly, he repeated the process that had brought him this far. A few agonizing seconds later, the toddler was at his goal.

He sat down and triumphantly drank his juice. His parents laughed and congratulated him. But, the toddler paid them little heed. His focus had turned to the toy that he had left when he had ventured to the juice box. In frustration, he realized that he would need to repeat the process that had taken him so long to figure out.

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7/28/2010 17:11:05

DragonYugi
Member

The tired young man collapsed to the ground. He was full of sweat and his hands where full of bruises.

After a few hours of sleeping on the cold floor, the young man woke up. He stood up looked straight forward and said with a confident voice: "I will try again!"

He grabbed an item that looked like a mace. It was big and bulky. At the end, the mace had a semi-circle.

The man kissed the strange tool and grabbed a diving suit, some underwater goggles and an oxygen tube.

What was he doing? Going swimming? I didn't knew. I kept watching him from outside the closed door, through the keyhole. I couldn't really understand where he was either. The keyhole was small and I could only see him and the wall behind him. Nothing to indicate what that room was.

The man then swiftly jumped to his right. I couldn't see where he jumped but I heard a splashing noise then some more splashing noises accompanied by groans, yellings, swearing and metal sounds.

After that, it was silence. At this point a guy came to me and told me to stay away from this room. "The Peepoo is haunted" he told me. Who or what is Peepoo? And what was the man doing? I didn't stay to find out. I went home to enjoy my sandwich. These hotels creep me out.

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7/29/2010 16:23:30

Goldstein
Member

The young author sat, frustrated. He ran his long pale fingers through his thick, dark hair and sighed a heavy, defeated sigh. "What, what on Earth could I write about? Quite the peculiar challenge, this is." The author tapped his lips with his pointer finger, deep in thought. "What...what to pen this fine day?"

Suddenly, ninjas burst through his second-story window. The author leaped up, not at all unsettled. His inkwell pen held tight in his grip, he stared down the intruders. "Hello, friends. Your intentions?"

The leader ninja skulked forward, his suit a starling dark red. "Goldstein..." he hissed, "how dare you spread lies of our honored clan. You must assuredly be punished for your heinous sins."

Goldstein stepped forward, a slight smile dancing on his mouth. "Lies? Lies, you say? And who are better liars than the esteemed Yazuka tribe, eh? Be-still your tongue, knave, and you may be able to keep your oh-so precious honor."

The ninja narrowed his eyes and drew his weapons, two daggers with long chains streaming from the bottom of the hilts. Spiked balls swayed at the ends of these chains, menacingly. "Oh," Goldstein said, amused. "How intimidating."

The ninja nodded, and his brethren leaped past him, their various weapons drawn. Goldstein ducked and weaved, his pen flashing in the stark light. Poor fellows cried out in pain as the cruel, sharp tip of the weapon sliced and arced through their bodies, the villainous ink seeping through their veins. A smile flickered over Goldstein's pallor face-despite being a civilized, quiet man, a bit of blood lust and combat still warmed his heart.

Goldstein yanked his pen from the neck of some unfortunate victim and lunged forward. The leader gasped as the ink surged through his corpse. He dropped his weapons, and they fell to the floor with a grim clatter. "Good-bye, villain," whispered Goldstein as he drew his inkwell from the cadaver.

Satisfied, Goldstein clapped his hands together and moved back to his desk, kicking a dead ninja out of the way. He cracked his fingers, and pen in hand, he stooped over a piece of parchment, writing fiercely. No challenge would stop him!

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8/1/2010 8:44:13

Hallie Slidepath
Robot Unicorn Overlord

Drums, drums in the dark...

The Princess glances around the empty cave; far above a crack towards the outside world is letting the sun seep in, as a messenger from another dimension; a brighter and more peaceful world. She sighs, and feels the pressure of the task ahead looming over her, being both a shadow of the past and a messenger of the future.

How long could she possible keep doing this? Being in the same place, doing the same thing over and over... it's insanity. That doesn't mean that she can stop, or even wants to. Life's about being happy, and nothing makes her more happy than this kind of work.

She's moving so fast, yet trapped on the same spot.

Her weapon is breaking through everything; enemies, dimensions, the world itself. Only her own limits are the boundries of this journey, this quest. Only her own limits can tame the adventures ahead.

Stopping short in her tracks, her weapon falling towards the cave floor and landing with a ringing sound that fills the room with an unpleasant echoing, she sighs. This must be defeat, there's no other way to see it. She can't continue, there's something in the way, something impossible to see, yet there to stop her. Something she can not possibly defeat.

Yes, this is deffinitely the end this time.

She stares ahead of her in disappointment, and then she rises; it's definitely time for a tea-break.

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9/10/2010 14:33:34

.Discipline
Member

The hero was slowly lowered down into the metallic cavern, dreading what was to come as from all sides metallic plates slammed shut, trapping him in it's heated grasp as he began to scream, his flesh being seared and becoming crispy as he remained encarcarated in the hot iron cage.

Suddenly, his salvation, the grids parted and he flew triumphantly into the air with a pop, screaming as he was snatched in mid jump by a humungous claw, which threw him harshly onto a cold white surface. Withdrawing, the hand grasped a gigantic knife covered in some kind of acid, by his reckoning...

'You cannot penetrate my toastanium armor!' he screamed as he prepared for his final battle for sweet, crusty life.

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10/11/2011 21:49:50

Crystal Lion
Member

Stuck? Very stuck indeed, the explorer would have said if he could speak. He had been searching for treasure to take back to his village. You see, his village in the forest wanted something special from the ruined castle on the outskirts. They had sent him, a mute, to search for the treasure. It had taken him a day and a night to scale the wall, and explore the first massive room he saw.

He crawled across the enormous stone slabs, glancing around. From what the other scouts in his village said, the giants living in the ruined castle always went to sleep just as his people awoke. Giddy with excitement, the explorer had gone too near to one of the large silvery pits in the stone and had fallen in.

Now, he was completely trapped. He could not even climb out of the silvery pit, for its walls were too slippery for him to get a foothold. From the light shining through the windows of the castle, it was day, and the giants would be up soon. He dreaded the thought of what the giants might do to him if they noticed him. There was nowhere to hide, after all.

Then, a waterfall splashed into the pit. The explorer said his prayers silently just as the waterfall stopped. He saw an enormous face with black ringlets and a plastic thing over her eyes. The giant who the face belonged to walked off, and the explorer sighed in relief.

It was a long, long wait, but eventually, the giant returned, looked at the explorer, and went off again, shouting for 'dad.'

Another giant came to the pit, took out something white from the cave below, and covered the explorer with it. The explorer feared for his life, but was too exhausted to struggle. The giant tossed the explorer out of the enormous window, and the explorer landed with a plop on the stone plain surrounding the castle.

When the explorer came to his senses, he cheered in his heart at his freedom. Then he slowly made his way back to his village in the forest. He might not have gotten any treasure from the ruined castle, but he certainly had a story to write for his fellow villagers.

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10/11/2011 22:46:08

Razen
Member

"Hmm..." Vilus said to himself, the air, and Narath, "...why is it so difficult to find an interesting topic of which to write about now?"

"...why not write down our conversations?" Narath tried to answered.

"How interesting would THAT be?" Vilus retorted rhetorically.

"Hmm...why not give more about the Ghost Knights? Galith Miar? Gahyl? Elkrei? Illimister or Illiran Illifar? Arilith Miar? Aristal? Kahumot? Sytril?" Narath was spurting out multitudes of ideas, even ones he disagreed with, because he hates to see Vilus not able to write whenever he really wants to.

"The ghost knights are rather...recluses to their history, I suppose, and considering what they cause-" The Soul Construct was interrupted.

"Don't you dare mention that event before me!" Narath exclaimed at his assistant.

Vilus sighed, and continued, "As I was saying, their history is rather small when it comes to the written words, and they'd be quite interesting to write about." After finishing stating that, he unraveled a blank scroll, and began writing with his quill.

Nihilus, the usurper of the grouping, now known as the Ghost Knights, is firstly a member of a specific family. His family was renowned for-

He stopped writing for a second, and went to go visit Nihilus himself.

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5/1/2012 22:18:44

Starstruck
Member

Whirling the chain in wide circles, its links clinking together in an atonal jingle, I confronted the slavering wolf-beast in its lair. As the tiny she-wolf was unwilling to come with me, I was forced to use force, and dragged the snarling, tricolor canine by the neck. Lassoing the crafty beast with the chain and affixing it securely to her collar, I pulled the surprisingly strong wolf-beast outside and into the dim, moonlit night. She made no effort to escape, but rather jumped on me and tried to coerce me into returning to her lair. But no such solution was to be had - I firmly refused to retrace our path. Glumly at first, then with mounting rage, she voided first her bladder and then her bowels in an attempt to get me to return.

Fortunately for both of us, her second sticky solution was just the material I needed, and I scooped up the steaming manure in a special plastic container. When we returned from the nightly trip, the wolf-beast firmly exhausted, I deposited the deposit in a specially designed receptacle and retired to my chambers. The wolf-beast curled up contentedly in her lair and slumbered dreamlessly.

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12/2/2012 23:56:28

Crystal Sunshyne
Member

"Winter," the warrior whispered, and the word on her breath hung in the frosty air.

For a long time she waited, patiently studying the stillness of the landscape as she planned her move. There were no mountains, no trees, no signs of life -- just white, endless white, fields of untouched snow as far as the four flat horizons. The snow remained untainted by a single footprint or a single drop of colour, but the warrior knew her enemy was hidden in the emptiness.

Finally she had an idea. This time she knew her scheme would work. She drew her greatest weapon; though it was small, it was said to be stronger than the heaviest, sharpest, or swiftest swords. Slowly, cautiously, she inched the point of her weapon toward the battlefield as she prepared to...

Attack!

With a ferocious battle cry she slew the silence. Her weapon slashed through the winter air with terrifying precision, and the snow was stained black. As the emotion and the plot of her battle took over, the real world disappeared and time lost all meaning. She became completely absorbed in the pattern of her weapon's deadly dance.

This warrior fought from the heart, but even her most heartfelt first attacks were not enough to win her war. She took a few steps back and reordered her thoughts. Then she threw herself back into battle, constantly correcting herself until her technique was as refined as she could make it.

When she thought she was finished, the warrior paused and studied the blood patterned across the trampled white fields. Not a single drop of it was hers. She wiped her weapon on the snow -- one final streak of black that said "The End". Her victory was written all over this battlefield. She knew her work was done.

The warrior sheathed her mightier-than-a-sword with a satisfied smile.

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12/6/2012 6:22:19

The Demon Mage
Member

Weary eyes opened, getting accustomed to the light as the hero of this story leapt up from his place of slumber, ready to tackle on his fate, which was, most likely, worse than death to some, while wonderful to others. Eth stretched, his bones getting used to movement. A new day, a new battle. The motto of the An clan. He walked foward, towards the armoury to start the daily ritual. It annoyed him to no end, these rituals. His muscles would get agitated by just thinking about them. It just annoyed him. War and death did that to you. Eth arrived, the sleek black walls greeting him as voices whispered in his head. 'Don't do thissssss, it's not worth it... Nothing is worth thisssss.' He denied his conscience's advice as always.

He could not fail... His loved ones were encourging him on. That was all the incentive he needed to carry on.

Two swords hanged on an elegantly carved piece of wood. Nay, not two swords, Two war-machines. They destroyed thousands of helpless beings. Yes, evil beings, but helpless nonetheless. Billions had been ravaged by these two dark weapons. Eth barely could use them, only using them when he assured himself that they were being used for the greater good. He picked up the one with the red-guard, giving him goosebumps just by holding it. He groaned and began the Art of the Morning Bird, spattering his essence over the beautiful and deadly curved blade of the sword. Two turquoise eyes peered at the peak, hairs standing up high and tall on the back of his neck.

He thrust the blade. back and forth, the spiritual energies bouncing from the blade out into the evils of the world. The monstrous dark energies that inhabited his body and his aura started having their structures deformed, turning into a raspy looking white soapy gas. Eth let out a gurgling sound and vomitted, ending the first trial and destroying the unholy evils of the inner body, mind and soul. D

Getting up and straightening himself, he summoned a vial and drank the liquid inside it, calming his burning throat, and thus began the second trial. Portals appeared all around him, spraying him with thin drops of Moglin Saliva, cleansing his outer body, relaxing the first layer of his skin. On a whim, it stopped. His destroyed clothes had been, well, destroyed during the saliva rain. His hairs absorbed the strange liquid and his naked body rise into the air, armour from a corner started donning him, finishing the Art of the Morning Bird, ending the two trials of the Early Crow.

He let his preparation sword drop, air currents making it float towards its place of holding. Fully prepared, he rushed out of his fortress, waving to his guards as he ran towards the yellow portal that would take him to do battle with Lords of Science. Eth's body was covered in the portal's loving light, taking him to the battlefield.

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It had been a historical battle, the greatest yet. Their latest battlefield had been a large grassy plain and they had been losing badly ever since the battle had started. Crys of pain had been going off every few seconds, their numbers being subtracted, one by one, group by group. This battle had been Eth's greatest test yet. He was covered in blood, sweat and tears, which he had been not able to hold back. Pain sure was overwhelming. The entire thing had been a surprise. They had been given plenty of time to prepare once everyone had arrived through the portals, yet most of them hadn't. Either they were too lazy or too cocky to do otherwise. Eth was one of the wise few that WERE prepared and because of it, he had done well.

However, soon enough, he too was brought down. You say 'How?' perhaps? He had not accounted for a few factors in his plan which his semi-intelligent mind had thought of during the fight. It was too late to change his way. One strike, and voila! Eth was no more...

He had failed.

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4/2/2013 16:05:25

Gianna Glow
Member

Stalking through the dark tunnels, I search for the wild creature with as much stealth as I possess. I am determined to discover and capture the elusive beast with my own bare hands. I find a small hole in one of the tunnels, just big enough for my prey to creep into, so I decide to investigate. Entering the hole, I discover a small clearing with a floor covered in fallen leaves so thick I can’t even see the ground. I groan quietly as I begin meticulously searching to see if my prey has buried itself under the leaves. Leaves go everywhere as I move them from place to place, attempting to at least find the ground. I finally conclude that my prey must not be here as I finish flipping the leaves from place to place. I sigh and head back to the tunnels to continue the hunt. I search five more leaf-covered clearings and one bog filled with mists, but my prey still eludes me. I retreat from the dark tunnels, defeated. Just then, I hear the pounding of paws on hard ground as the wild creature flees like a bat out of hell from a small hole I had overlooked in my search. Before I can follow, the creature is gone. Once again, my hunt must resume. However, I decide that patience is better and decide to try again another day. My prey will not escape me forever.

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