Post by Aubry The Odd O.o on Jan 22, 2006 15:42:34 GMT -5
Hey, first off I'd like to say that I need somepeople to be Elves and some to be Dark Knights, that would make it soo much more fun as well as easier to work my character into it. Ok, without further ado....my intro!
The sound of padded feet ran as an undertone in the forest, the booming of thunder and the flash of lightning dominated. A wolf crept through the rain sodden forest, soft footsteps barely audible to the human ear. The wolf was normal, to an extent. It was a smoky grey in coloration two black as the raven stripes ran like slashes over its eyes. Speaking of the raven, two raven wings rose from its muscled back, feathers carefully preened and folded neatly on the wolf’s back. The wolf sniffed and bared its teeth. Someone was invading its forest. The wolf sniffed again and ran into the bush, bushy tail trailing behind it as it ran. A dreadful yelp echoed through the forest as a black arrow, fledged with a raven’s feather pierced its heart, it fell, dead.
Two black clad scouts walked over to the wolf, the taller of the two edged forward and nudged the wolf with the tip of his boot then kicked it savagely.
“It’s just a wolf.” He said dully and ran off to tell the general.
The remaining scout shook her head sadly and watched blood pool around the felled wolf before following the other scout hurriedly.
A jet black banner of troops ran through through the forest, all, bearing the seal of Derox (The nation that is), a black skull with a crimson dragon curling ‘round and through it, emerging from the left eye socket it flared its wings, leaving half the skull in deep shadows, there were at least five thousand of them, not including the numerous centaurs and the odd goblin. Above the walking troops flew five or six dragons, each was a different color, the lead dragon was black, shining scales reflecting the light in odd ways. Atop each dragon sat a rider, and on each dragon’s breast was the seal on black polished armor. Each spine was tipped with dragon-metal, a harder than diamond material that was extremely rare as well as priceless. The lead dragon spiraled downward and landed in the front of the troops, its crimson orbs glared at the pathetic humans as a figure clad in black leather jumped off the saddle, landing with the grace of an elf but with the brutality of a human. The figure wore a black cloak that trailed ominously behind it, the hood was up; two crimson orbs peered out their cold stare frightening even the most seasoned warriors. The scouts ran up to the figure and stood up straight, saluting their uperior. “The elves have taken to the forest; they are using the trees and the animals to spy upon us.” The taller of the two said, chest heaving from the run through the forest. The figure lowered its hood, revealing a pale face with crimson slit eyes staring coldly at the scout. The now apparently woman’s face was framed by long unruly raven locks, near the front was a crimson streak that darkened as it lengthened. The woman had cold, hard features that would scare most. Across her left eye was a slash mark, it was black in color and even covered her eyelid, it looked somewhat like a scar.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” She said coldly. The scout trembled slightly.
“That’s all I know General Araya…” He stuttered.
“Wrong answer.” The one called Araya hissed. The dragon The dragon growled and spit a glob of black acid at the scout; he screamed once and melted with a hiss and crackle as the acid took its toll. Araya snorted at the remains, “Get him out of my sight.” She said coldly, glaring at the now dead scout.
“And set up my tent.” She added. Soon, within two minutes her tent was up and her dragon was sitting protectively outside the flap that was tightly. Araya was glaring at a map of the forest, there were green beads scattered in the forest while hundreds of
crimson ones were gathered at its border. There were six dragon sculptures that moved with a life of their own
surrounding the forest, circling and diving, killing those filthy elves. The beads also moved, they moved slowly on the gargantuan map, the pace of one on two legs.
((That's it ^-^))
The sound of padded feet ran as an undertone in the forest, the booming of thunder and the flash of lightning dominated. A wolf crept through the rain sodden forest, soft footsteps barely audible to the human ear. The wolf was normal, to an extent. It was a smoky grey in coloration two black as the raven stripes ran like slashes over its eyes. Speaking of the raven, two raven wings rose from its muscled back, feathers carefully preened and folded neatly on the wolf’s back. The wolf sniffed and bared its teeth. Someone was invading its forest. The wolf sniffed again and ran into the bush, bushy tail trailing behind it as it ran. A dreadful yelp echoed through the forest as a black arrow, fledged with a raven’s feather pierced its heart, it fell, dead.
Two black clad scouts walked over to the wolf, the taller of the two edged forward and nudged the wolf with the tip of his boot then kicked it savagely.
“It’s just a wolf.” He said dully and ran off to tell the general.
The remaining scout shook her head sadly and watched blood pool around the felled wolf before following the other scout hurriedly.
A jet black banner of troops ran through through the forest, all, bearing the seal of Derox (The nation that is), a black skull with a crimson dragon curling ‘round and through it, emerging from the left eye socket it flared its wings, leaving half the skull in deep shadows, there were at least five thousand of them, not including the numerous centaurs and the odd goblin. Above the walking troops flew five or six dragons, each was a different color, the lead dragon was black, shining scales reflecting the light in odd ways. Atop each dragon sat a rider, and on each dragon’s breast was the seal on black polished armor. Each spine was tipped with dragon-metal, a harder than diamond material that was extremely rare as well as priceless. The lead dragon spiraled downward and landed in the front of the troops, its crimson orbs glared at the pathetic humans as a figure clad in black leather jumped off the saddle, landing with the grace of an elf but with the brutality of a human. The figure wore a black cloak that trailed ominously behind it, the hood was up; two crimson orbs peered out their cold stare frightening even the most seasoned warriors. The scouts ran up to the figure and stood up straight, saluting their uperior. “The elves have taken to the forest; they are using the trees and the animals to spy upon us.” The taller of the two said, chest heaving from the run through the forest. The figure lowered its hood, revealing a pale face with crimson slit eyes staring coldly at the scout. The now apparently woman’s face was framed by long unruly raven locks, near the front was a crimson streak that darkened as it lengthened. The woman had cold, hard features that would scare most. Across her left eye was a slash mark, it was black in color and even covered her eyelid, it looked somewhat like a scar.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” She said coldly. The scout trembled slightly.
“That’s all I know General Araya…” He stuttered.
“Wrong answer.” The one called Araya hissed. The dragon The dragon growled and spit a glob of black acid at the scout; he screamed once and melted with a hiss and crackle as the acid took its toll. Araya snorted at the remains, “Get him out of my sight.” She said coldly, glaring at the now dead scout.
“And set up my tent.” She added. Soon, within two minutes her tent was up and her dragon was sitting protectively outside the flap that was tightly. Araya was glaring at a map of the forest, there were green beads scattered in the forest while hundreds of
crimson ones were gathered at its border. There were six dragon sculptures that moved with a life of their own
surrounding the forest, circling and diving, killing those filthy elves. The beads also moved, they moved slowly on the gargantuan map, the pace of one on two legs.
((That's it ^-^))
