Post by Bazantar on Oct 6, 2012 6:45:38 GMT -5
(more mood music, because dbz's team faulconer soundtrack did a great job with that sort of stuff)
A gentle wind picked up over the still, corpse-littered ground, the small pools of blood rippling slightly under it’s gentle caress and a single shred of torn clothing brushing it’s way along the main road. Flames continued to slowly eat their way through the ruins of the once peaceful and serine Whelk Village, homes viciously destroyed and the earth ripped apart as if the claws of some mighty beast had racked across the ravaged area.
Quite whispers still echoed though the lands aura as the torn piece of maroon fabric travelled on the air currents, reliving those last moments;
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Like the echoes of a memory, the area itself seemed to be imprinted by the horrors that it had witnessed.
The torn piece of jacket caught on a fallen warrior’s body, sticking to the rich, purple blood, his eyes staring blankly towards the sky, his soul long since passed.
The breeze picked up and in a sudden flutter the cloth once again blew loose, continuing through the street, past the very home where their blood still painted the burning walls.
Several moments later a group of warrior namekians arrived to be confronted by the grizzly scene, a second group flying in from a different direction not two seconds later. These were warriors from the two nearby villages, who had sensed a terrible presence and the suffering of their neighbours, who had come as quickly as they could. Beholding the scene before them some had gone pale with shock, others bowed their heads with darkening features, or clenched their fists and gritted their teeth in grim, trembling horror. The leader from the first group to land, however, simply stared, his features hardening like granite.
Before they could fully take in the terrible scene before them, a scream echoed faintly across their consciousness, yet more suffering was at hand. The smoke began to rise from the direction of Pulmon Villiage. Without even a spit second to waste on profanity or gasps, the group burst forward, flighting at blinding intensity back towards the second small town.
They were dead within ten minutes.
((to be continued. And will then be followed up with an open thread))
A gentle wind picked up over the still, corpse-littered ground, the small pools of blood rippling slightly under it’s gentle caress and a single shred of torn clothing brushing it’s way along the main road. Flames continued to slowly eat their way through the ruins of the once peaceful and serine Whelk Village, homes viciously destroyed and the earth ripped apart as if the claws of some mighty beast had racked across the ravaged area.
Quite whispers still echoed though the lands aura as the torn piece of maroon fabric travelled on the air currents, reliving those last moments;
the desperate shouts as the warriors of this village jumped to action, trying in vain to protect their home and people…. and failing.[/color]
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Like the echoes of a memory, the area itself seemed to be imprinted by the horrors that it had witnessed.
There by the bloodstained rocks - The demonic hoard descending from the nightmarish mist,[/color]
Here at the wreckage of the small family home - cruel beams of energy ripping through the backs of parents fleeing with their children,
And over in the area before the central building- dark blades slashing through the bodies of innocents young and old, the elder stepping forward, begging, aghast at the horrors before his eyes.
The torn piece of jacket caught on a fallen warrior’s body, sticking to the rich, purple blood, his eyes staring blankly towards the sky, his soul long since passed.
Even if the defenders had been expecting such horrors to befall their village, even if they had been prepared to the fullest of their abilities, it would have done no good. Before their brave protectors had even fallen the hoard was already circling around to commence their indiscriminate slaughter.[/color]
With a cruel laugh from one of the red-skinned mazoku the village elder, the peaceful, loving, Elder Whelk had been killed, his head slashed from his shoulders before the eyes of the terrified children who hid behind him.
The breeze picked up and in a sudden flutter the cloth once again blew loose, continuing through the street, past the very home where their blood still painted the burning walls.
Using mighty breaths of fire the Porunkal’s pyros had set the town ablaze, balls of red or purple ki exploding as the small village was torn apart, the dying screams of it’s population still ringing through their ears as the twisted monsters savoured every moment of their horrific deeds. Another group mercilessly chased down those who had escaped the town's boundary, ensuring that none would escape their wrath.[/color]
Even before the destruction had been completed, the dark mist had returned, the demon clan disappearing back into it's incorporeal, writhing, black mass one by one. As quickly as it had begun, the attack had concluded.
Several moments later a group of warrior namekians arrived to be confronted by the grizzly scene, a second group flying in from a different direction not two seconds later. These were warriors from the two nearby villages, who had sensed a terrible presence and the suffering of their neighbours, who had come as quickly as they could. Beholding the scene before them some had gone pale with shock, others bowed their heads with darkening features, or clenched their fists and gritted their teeth in grim, trembling horror. The leader from the first group to land, however, simply stared, his features hardening like granite.
Before they could fully take in the terrible scene before them, a scream echoed faintly across their consciousness, yet more suffering was at hand. The smoke began to rise from the direction of Pulmon Villiage. Without even a spit second to waste on profanity or gasps, the group burst forward, flighting at blinding intensity back towards the second small town.
They were dead within ten minutes.
((to be continued. And will then be followed up with an open thread))
