| Subject: Great Maw of Death |
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Wyrd
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Date Posted: 11/ 1/04 10:01:34am Mon
In reply to:
karyuudo seraph
's message, "...sister...." on 11/ 1/04 1:32:42am Mon
Many already lay dead on the grounds of Hogoromo. Blood smeared the ground and the usually pristine walls, breaking the clean scene of Hogoromo. Ichor of men oozed around, forgotten as those still living fought on, revenge crazed minds exurting their fury on these winged ones.
But they didn't count on Seraph, nor had they expected Aphrodite. And they had prayed against Wyrd.
And they had lost.
He was a great beast in a realm of ants. They came at him with their spears and swords, only to find teeth and claws as their only rewards.
Aphrodite managed to hold her own for a while, but her inexperience with fighting gave her many slashes and stabs to her smaller, less intimidating form. But a wolf is a wolf, no matter what you put on it. She still fought, through the pain, and through her own blood, rending men in half when her short lived and powered magics wore out. She would protect Tyrsis...
Wyrd's terror, however wasn't for protection, but for fury, rage, and revenge. They assaulted his queen, and for that they would forfeit their lives. His rage was so hot that occationally it manifested into a real fire about his paw, incinerating any human without reach, and left them to run screaming, aflame until they dropped into a smoldering heap of charred flesh and bone. Ash would be their only slumber.
With two juggernauts of rage and power now on the field and in play, it wasn't long before the humans were decimated, and those that had the right mind to flee early were the only survivors.
Wyrd stood amidst the dead and dying, his claws and fur clovered in their ichor and blood. His gold set of eyes was closed, the red set open wide and blazing. His fangs were still born like a feral wolf, the sword like teeth glistening with saliva and blood, and seeking more.
Forgotten were wounded, and some lay dead. Many still had their weapons clentched in hand, looking on as Seraph and Wyrd had done most of the battling for them. Some had humans captive, for some out of mind thought of trying them before the queen. Or perhaps turning the tables, and making them slaves.
But all humans left still alive in the city would suffer only one fate. Should the eyes of Wyrd find them, the only trial they would face would be by the behemoth's claws.
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