Post by Sur Realis on Apr 16, 2008 22:49:44 GMT -6
A/N Warning: Somewhat gross in detail ~ Might not sit well on uneasy stomachs.
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They say that love is the most powerful emotion.
He ran past the Talon right in front of him, foolishly taking the hit in blunt, but he didn't notice it. He charged the couple yards, eating the distance, chasing the Gigasaur. He didn't get far before a couple of Talons jumped in his path, cutting his sprint short. With a smooth, experienced motion the broadsword swung out from his side, hitting the three dinosaurs on the side, knocking them away. They weren't dead, but his goal wasn't to kill them, not now.
From love roots the most intense of happiness.
He continued his charge, dashing towards the gargantuan dinosaur, armor clanking each time his foot hit the ground. He dragged his sword along the ground, holding it with one hand rather than both. His eyes burned with passion, with fury, with need of vengeance. Around him the furious battle ensued, his six friends battling the 32 dinosaurs that ambushed them only moments ago, but it was only trivial to what the Gigasaur had done.
From love roots the most intense of sorrows.
The Gigasaur saw him coming, and let out a roar, a battle cry, full of blood lust. An Aetosaur jumped in front of him, blocking him from his goal, preparing to attack him. Out of habit, his broadsword came up again, now being held by both hands, as he swung it down upon the rusty colored monster, and a hideous crack could be heard by those nearby.
Life without love is a life not worth living.
The Gigasaur, knowing no fear, charged after him, closing the distance between the two. He stepped on the now dead Aetosaur, his weight crunching on the crushed skull, then making a thud when landing on the hard shell. Without thinking, he jumped off the Aetosaur, making a dramatic leap, bringing the heavy sword over his head. He lunged at the large blue Chaotic, bringing the sword down, over his head, and into the flesh of his foe. It roared in pain, not yet dead, and made for a bite at the comparably small man; he landed on the ground with a smooth motion, bringing his sword back around, using it to guard himself of the ferociously swift onslaught.
He rolled out of the way, leading the Gigasaur to stumble; he brought his sword around and swung it, smacking the dinosaur in the face, and let out a frenzy of cuts hitting the monster, ending with a strike slicing down the dinosaur's body, causing it to fall over onto the ground with a quaking thud, dead.
Life without you is a life not worth living.
He cut open the stomach of his dead enemy, revealing it's unpleasant entrails, and pulled out a body from the stomach. Her brown hair, slicked back from the sticky fluids of the monster, fell back onto the ground, accumulating dirt while it sprawled across the grass. Her eyes were closed, hiding what he knew were crystal blue eyes, and her chest moved none. Panic welled up in him, and he ripped off the chest plate of the woman, leaving only a basic cloth shirt – he put his ear to her mouth, listening for a breath, for any signs of life, watching for a rising chest of the rhythm of animation.
For him, time stopped. It was too late for the girl, he was too slow. All noises on the battlefield ceased, and all that was left was the black void of his revelation, and of the fervent emotions welling up in him. All he knew was the anger, the rage, the guilt. Then it was black...
You can't be dead... can you?
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They say that love is the most powerful emotion.
He ran past the Talon right in front of him, foolishly taking the hit in blunt, but he didn't notice it. He charged the couple yards, eating the distance, chasing the Gigasaur. He didn't get far before a couple of Talons jumped in his path, cutting his sprint short. With a smooth, experienced motion the broadsword swung out from his side, hitting the three dinosaurs on the side, knocking them away. They weren't dead, but his goal wasn't to kill them, not now.
From love roots the most intense of happiness.
He continued his charge, dashing towards the gargantuan dinosaur, armor clanking each time his foot hit the ground. He dragged his sword along the ground, holding it with one hand rather than both. His eyes burned with passion, with fury, with need of vengeance. Around him the furious battle ensued, his six friends battling the 32 dinosaurs that ambushed them only moments ago, but it was only trivial to what the Gigasaur had done.
From love roots the most intense of sorrows.
The Gigasaur saw him coming, and let out a roar, a battle cry, full of blood lust. An Aetosaur jumped in front of him, blocking him from his goal, preparing to attack him. Out of habit, his broadsword came up again, now being held by both hands, as he swung it down upon the rusty colored monster, and a hideous crack could be heard by those nearby.
Life without love is a life not worth living.
The Gigasaur, knowing no fear, charged after him, closing the distance between the two. He stepped on the now dead Aetosaur, his weight crunching on the crushed skull, then making a thud when landing on the hard shell. Without thinking, he jumped off the Aetosaur, making a dramatic leap, bringing the heavy sword over his head. He lunged at the large blue Chaotic, bringing the sword down, over his head, and into the flesh of his foe. It roared in pain, not yet dead, and made for a bite at the comparably small man; he landed on the ground with a smooth motion, bringing his sword back around, using it to guard himself of the ferociously swift onslaught.
He rolled out of the way, leading the Gigasaur to stumble; he brought his sword around and swung it, smacking the dinosaur in the face, and let out a frenzy of cuts hitting the monster, ending with a strike slicing down the dinosaur's body, causing it to fall over onto the ground with a quaking thud, dead.
Life without you is a life not worth living.
He cut open the stomach of his dead enemy, revealing it's unpleasant entrails, and pulled out a body from the stomach. Her brown hair, slicked back from the sticky fluids of the monster, fell back onto the ground, accumulating dirt while it sprawled across the grass. Her eyes were closed, hiding what he knew were crystal blue eyes, and her chest moved none. Panic welled up in him, and he ripped off the chest plate of the woman, leaving only a basic cloth shirt – he put his ear to her mouth, listening for a breath, for any signs of life, watching for a rising chest of the rhythm of animation.
For him, time stopped. It was too late for the girl, he was too slow. All noises on the battlefield ceased, and all that was left was the black void of his revelation, and of the fervent emotions welling up in him. All he knew was the anger, the rage, the guilt. Then it was black...
You can't be dead... can you?