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It started the same way, he would close his eyes and open them to see the blood red fields.
He stood on the jagged edge of a blackened cliff that stood like a wing of stone from the earth, and he looked out on to them. Ash rained from the sky, spiraling in the odd twilight which illuminated the world beyond. Three gigantic eagles fought in the distance, their dark eyes locked on each other and bloodied, their feathers fell to join the burgundy flowers that eerily collected little of the sooty ash.
He would turn at that moment, a sudden noise or movement catching his attention and always there would be that ruby eyed bird. It was so dark he was incapable of comprehending it, the feathers that seemed to deify light rolling down from the tip of it's beak.
They would lock eyes, and he would take a step back, the edge of the cliff crumbling. His heart would stop as his foot slipped a bit, knowing full well what was to come next if he lost grip, a tumble down the razor sharp rocks.
But last night, when he turned to face the ruby eyed rooster, it was not there. In it's place stood a young cockerel of copper-gold, it held out it's wing and smiled gently, sadly. He looked so familiar, something about his eyes, something....
The new bird seemed to be trying to say something, the deafening ring of the ocean and fire in the distance drowning him out.
Looking around in desperation he tried to hear as the in him dread grew to choking, it was then he saw the rageful eyes of the eagles turned on him.
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The young rooster leaned gently against the gnarly bark of the old oak tree that stood, alone by the river, like it's wooden guardian. The sun was setting rapidly, just the usual yellow to gray, there would be no spectacular light show in the sky tonight and he gave it but a brief glance before returning his eyes to the black hen.
"It started some time ago, when I was barely a chick and my clan still had power. I lost my brother to a rogue from some dead almost-forgotten clan. Darkember, or that is what he went by at least, he was not alone. Another traveled beside him, her name was Moon, and since I have have had several more encounters with her"
He paused for a moment, then began again, the look of lost memory found misting over his eyes.
"I guess it was our fault, now that I look at it from here. But... I was young then, he was my brother and my clan could do no wrong in my eyes.
My brother was older than me by several months, already a paw and well on his way to a warrior's name. He went with our father, I of course begged to go but was refused, being about the height of a mouse and all.
Mother and Firestride were against him going, said he was to young to fight, and by all rights he was.
Well, it was the next week before they came back. Bloodied and battered my brother, Firepaw, stumbled into the med-den, a smile plastered to his face. He had made his first kill and survived, father was pleased.
After that he changed, not as in mutant transformation" Ash snorted, rolling his eyes, "Grew more serious, more like our father. I was always more of a mother's boy and she treated me as such. She was not of Darkwar originally and before she came here, she had never seen the war, blood or the constant fighting to which our clan owed it's name. I believe the name of her clan was Meadowsong, or something around that sense at least. It was a love at first sight thing for her and father, he was on patrol when he stumbled upon an herb patch. Within it, he told me, he saw a star; my mother gathering weeds of some sort for her clan. She stopped and looked up at him, and rather than screaming and running for home, she asked him his name.
Lovely story, right?
Anyways, back to mine, I do hope your still intrested, but I don't care to spare the time and ask.
A month or so of almost peace passed before once again our clan was locked in war, yet again. A patrol had found the location of one of our father's mortal enemies. I cannot recall the name at the moment, give me a bit, it should come back to me........ Hmmmmm, well, I guess not.....
We should have just left them, they were dying anyways! The last we met, before I was even an egg, we had beat them down to dust. But they were strong, far fewer men than us and they held out for longer, fought harder and killed more than we had even thought possible.
Do you know what happens when you kick a cornered beast that already knows it's end is near?
They fought like fire, no reason to take precautions, no reason to hold anything back...
It was a bloody disaster, I won't go into detail, but that was the war in which Ember took my brother's life. We won of course, when don't we?
Things weren't quite the same after that, not due to the death of my brother, while my father silently grieved, he would not let such a small thing affect the goings of Darkwar. Whitefire was coming, a scout stumbled into camp the night after my brother's funeral, he told us of their plans and died moments after. That started our running, we originally planned to hold our ground, you see, the last we knew of them they were still about our size. We underestimated, something my father prided himself on never doing, they had control of our camp that very night. Me and my mother were smuggled out before, my father captured and tortured. Poisonthorn freed him, poisoned the whole water supply with a slow working drug, they lost quite a bit and were at ends when she took her chance and broke him out. Perhaps the only noble thing she accomplished in her short life, I never liked those who worked with poisons, never could really trust one, you know what I mean?
But from then on you know, our run, final defeat and the return of Darkwar, we have a war to win.
It is written, I know we shall fail, but our part is irreplaceable and we shall go down in history and not be forgotten till the end of all time, a better fate than most can dream of.."
He smiled softly, taking one of his primaries and tracing the scar that streaked across his face, "your turn to tell, love, I'm just dying to hear more about you"
Since no one else seems to be posting, I'll just keep editing, collecting! I write now and again, just fer the pointlessness of it. The stories above are not connected, although not entirely unrelated. Both are characters I have Rp'd in the past, one which I doubt any of you will recognize until too late, that is if I decide to bother going on.
And yes, I have brought back the code in my writing!
*Manic laughter*
I haven't seen anyone else with their writing cap on in a while, Boo? Have you ever written a story on here? I vaguely remember one...
Crazy.... Yes.. I would like to see a long story from you...
Duck, toads....
Anyone else?
Some of you might have written a few, I keep up with the Rp's now and again but miss much most of the time, so I've taken to stories abit!
Thinking again of bringing in a part time character, Ducky does!
I am down to very little time on now, really have to start pushing forward in outside activities and school....
Well, join in!! It gets lonely talking to myself. I would post, but I'll wait a bit to see if any of you visit this thread first, just stop by and say hi!
He stood on the jagged edge of a blackened cliff that stood like a wing of stone from the earth, and he looked out on to them. Ash rained from the sky, spiraling in the odd twilight which illuminated the world beyond. Three gigantic eagles fought in the distance, their dark eyes locked on each other and bloodied, their feathers fell to join the burgundy flowers that eerily collected little of the sooty ash.
He would turn at that moment, a sudden noise or movement catching his attention and always there would be that ruby eyed bird. It was so dark he was incapable of comprehending it, the feathers that seemed to deify light rolling down from the tip of it's beak.
They would lock eyes, and he would take a step back, the edge of the cliff crumbling. His heart would stop as his foot slipped a bit, knowing full well what was to come next if he lost grip, a tumble down the razor sharp rocks.
But last night, when he turned to face the ruby eyed rooster, it was not there. In it's place stood a young cockerel of copper-gold, it held out it's wing and smiled gently, sadly. He looked so familiar, something about his eyes, something....
The new bird seemed to be trying to say something, the deafening ring of the ocean and fire in the distance drowning him out.
Looking around in desperation he tried to hear as the in him dread grew to choking, it was then he saw the rageful eyes of the eagles turned on him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The young rooster leaned gently against the gnarly bark of the old oak tree that stood, alone by the river, like it's wooden guardian. The sun was setting rapidly, just the usual yellow to gray, there would be no spectacular light show in the sky tonight and he gave it but a brief glance before returning his eyes to the black hen.
"It started some time ago, when I was barely a chick and my clan still had power. I lost my brother to a rogue from some dead almost-forgotten clan. Darkember, or that is what he went by at least, he was not alone. Another traveled beside him, her name was Moon, and since I have have had several more encounters with her"
He paused for a moment, then began again, the look of lost memory found misting over his eyes.
"I guess it was our fault, now that I look at it from here. But... I was young then, he was my brother and my clan could do no wrong in my eyes.
My brother was older than me by several months, already a paw and well on his way to a warrior's name. He went with our father, I of course begged to go but was refused, being about the height of a mouse and all.
Mother and Firestride were against him going, said he was to young to fight, and by all rights he was.
Well, it was the next week before they came back. Bloodied and battered my brother, Firepaw, stumbled into the med-den, a smile plastered to his face. He had made his first kill and survived, father was pleased.
After that he changed, not as in mutant transformation" Ash snorted, rolling his eyes, "Grew more serious, more like our father. I was always more of a mother's boy and she treated me as such. She was not of Darkwar originally and before she came here, she had never seen the war, blood or the constant fighting to which our clan owed it's name. I believe the name of her clan was Meadowsong, or something around that sense at least. It was a love at first sight thing for her and father, he was on patrol when he stumbled upon an herb patch. Within it, he told me, he saw a star; my mother gathering weeds of some sort for her clan. She stopped and looked up at him, and rather than screaming and running for home, she asked him his name.
Lovely story, right?
Anyways, back to mine, I do hope your still intrested, but I don't care to spare the time and ask.
A month or so of almost peace passed before once again our clan was locked in war, yet again. A patrol had found the location of one of our father's mortal enemies. I cannot recall the name at the moment, give me a bit, it should come back to me........ Hmmmmm, well, I guess not.....
We should have just left them, they were dying anyways! The last we met, before I was even an egg, we had beat them down to dust. But they were strong, far fewer men than us and they held out for longer, fought harder and killed more than we had even thought possible.
Do you know what happens when you kick a cornered beast that already knows it's end is near?
They fought like fire, no reason to take precautions, no reason to hold anything back...
It was a bloody disaster, I won't go into detail, but that was the war in which Ember took my brother's life. We won of course, when don't we?
Things weren't quite the same after that, not due to the death of my brother, while my father silently grieved, he would not let such a small thing affect the goings of Darkwar. Whitefire was coming, a scout stumbled into camp the night after my brother's funeral, he told us of their plans and died moments after. That started our running, we originally planned to hold our ground, you see, the last we knew of them they were still about our size. We underestimated, something my father prided himself on never doing, they had control of our camp that very night. Me and my mother were smuggled out before, my father captured and tortured. Poisonthorn freed him, poisoned the whole water supply with a slow working drug, they lost quite a bit and were at ends when she took her chance and broke him out. Perhaps the only noble thing she accomplished in her short life, I never liked those who worked with poisons, never could really trust one, you know what I mean?
But from then on you know, our run, final defeat and the return of Darkwar, we have a war to win.
It is written, I know we shall fail, but our part is irreplaceable and we shall go down in history and not be forgotten till the end of all time, a better fate than most can dream of.."
He smiled softly, taking one of his primaries and tracing the scar that streaked across his face, "your turn to tell, love, I'm just dying to hear more about you"
Since no one else seems to be posting, I'll just keep editing, collecting! I write now and again, just fer the pointlessness of it. The stories above are not connected, although not entirely unrelated. Both are characters I have Rp'd in the past, one which I doubt any of you will recognize until too late, that is if I decide to bother going on.
And yes, I have brought back the code in my writing!
I haven't seen anyone else with their writing cap on in a while, Boo? Have you ever written a story on here? I vaguely remember one...
Crazy.... Yes.. I would like to see a long story from you...
Duck, toads....
Anyone else?
Some of you might have written a few, I keep up with the Rp's now and again but miss much most of the time, so I've taken to stories abit!
Thinking again of bringing in a part time character, Ducky does!
I am down to very little time on now, really have to start pushing forward in outside activities and school....
Well, join in!! It gets lonely talking to myself. I would post, but I'll wait a bit to see if any of you visit this thread first, just stop by and say hi!
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