Post by KuraiOorora on Nov 28, 2009 23:15:39 GMT -5
Note: This is not a sequel to my previous story.
As the glint from the morning sun slowly rised above their positions, one lone being in the clouds was apart from the rest. His sheathe torn, his robe tangled with vineage from the morning mist... yet the most profound sight that was upon him was his mask, made from the dew of nature's dusk. It looked like glistening marble, perfectly smoothed and curved into two sharp points at the bottom...
There was but only one flaw in this piece of perfection: A rather fair sized crack that slashed from the gaping hole that defined the eye like a scar from a creature's claw. This crack, dark and intimidating, was not born from physical manners. Rather... the crack was developed from within, from the one's self-loathing that bore the scar to his figurine...
As the one who bore the crack slowly appeared out from the condensed water in the air, behind him appeared an army made of nothing but water and energy. These soldiers, resembling that of their leader but with less drapes and armor, all held in their hands swords of which seemed to of cumulated from thin air. They shone in the morning light, casting a greenish glow across the sky...
"Stand straight..." The commander in front of the rest ordered, and a single shuffle in unision ruffled the clouds.
"Raise your swords" He ordered, and they obeyed.
"Right flank" He demanded, and wind forces that of a hurricane swept to the East.
"Arms ready..."
"...........charge..." He commanded in the slightest whisper.
A shriek led in sync pierced the horizon as numerous soldiers glided across the clouds. Vine after vine, glint after shining glint. With their imposing and awe-inspiring leader in front, they swept across the land, causing massive rainfalls and misty gusts to engulf the vastness below. As they headed for the reddish remininsce in the sky, little were they aware of what was waiting for them...
As the glint from the morning sun slowly rised above their positions, one lone being in the clouds was apart from the rest. His sheathe torn, his robe tangled with vineage from the morning mist... yet the most profound sight that was upon him was his mask, made from the dew of nature's dusk. It looked like glistening marble, perfectly smoothed and curved into two sharp points at the bottom...
There was but only one flaw in this piece of perfection: A rather fair sized crack that slashed from the gaping hole that defined the eye like a scar from a creature's claw. This crack, dark and intimidating, was not born from physical manners. Rather... the crack was developed from within, from the one's self-loathing that bore the scar to his figurine...
As the one who bore the crack slowly appeared out from the condensed water in the air, behind him appeared an army made of nothing but water and energy. These soldiers, resembling that of their leader but with less drapes and armor, all held in their hands swords of which seemed to of cumulated from thin air. They shone in the morning light, casting a greenish glow across the sky...
"Stand straight..." The commander in front of the rest ordered, and a single shuffle in unision ruffled the clouds.
"Raise your swords" He ordered, and they obeyed.
"Right flank" He demanded, and wind forces that of a hurricane swept to the East.
"Arms ready..."
"...........charge..." He commanded in the slightest whisper.
A shriek led in sync pierced the horizon as numerous soldiers glided across the clouds. Vine after vine, glint after shining glint. With their imposing and awe-inspiring leader in front, they swept across the land, causing massive rainfalls and misty gusts to engulf the vastness below. As they headed for the reddish remininsce in the sky, little were they aware of what was waiting for them...