The wind howled as he stood on the hill. Lifeless bodies laying around him. Small insect like objects seem to be squirming around in their open wounds, but a closer look shows them to be blood brought to near life itself.
The cause of the insects stood with a protagonist's outlook on the story unfolding in front of him. He wouldn't, the good guys never lose. A grin spread across his face as his open wounds were neatly patched up with what appeared to be clotted blood... Yet the scabs had a peculiar shine as if they had been polished roughly and some others seemed to be small spikes protruding from the wounds.
One enemy stood in the clearing, looking at the odd lumps all over the place. It blinked and realized that tragedy had struck its comrades. The creature stood hunched over, its fur standing on end as it bared its teeth and snarled at the invader. Claws gleaming in the night with a sharpness not uncommon of a werewolf. It charged...
He took off running down the hill, stepping over the dead bodies without any grace. He stumbled from exhaustion but kept his target in sight and the distance slowly disappearing as he ran. Ignoring the fact that his feet were being stubbed by rib cages and open mouths every chance they had, he took a leap at the lycan.
A glow appeared from his hand and the wolven creature seemed to freeze but keep moving. Blood began to mat the creature already as it took a swipe at him. Gashing at the muscles in the abdomen, the claws fell to the ground with him.
The lycan howled and straightened his posture as the attacker was writhing on the floor in pain. The light began to pour over the horizon and the form of the dammed dog was evaporating. A naked man standing there, muscles rippling as he stepped over the hill. His green eyes ran over the battlefield that used to be his den and then froze nearly in fear, mostly in rage.
The assailant stood in the sunlight, the blood seeping back into his skin and the gashes on his stomach began to patch up layer by layer but a dark red polished material. His movement was impaired greatly but no longer would it be a threat to him. The 4'5" form named Oni let out a roar to rival any great leaders'.
The lycan, now posing as some sort of human, began a flying kick in the direction of Oni...
Oni's eyes closed and his whole body seemed to enjoy a yawn and stretch before giving one hard jerk on the axe and lopping the demon's neck off of the spine.
Oni collapsed right where he had slain the leader, no more energy to fight or even move... Blackness.
Don't Ask, Don't Yell
Don't Ask, Don't Yell
Twisted and churning, bubbling and boiling, this is the way we cook our halflings.
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Eilonwy Solstice
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I’ve been pondering this over . . .
I’ve been pondering this over, Oni-uindo . . . would you care to finish it? Or is it ended?
Sometimes the only thing to be done is to feel one’s way through the darkness.
Slowly lifting himself off the ground, his eyes wandered over the field. Nothing stood except giant slivers of blood jutting from the ground. Shredded bodies lie near the many slivers that were permanently marked victory and defeat until Mother Earth wished to take them back..
Resting on his knees, his head bowed and hands on his thighs, the small plate like armor of hardened blood fell from his flesh, leaving superficial wounds to sting in the cool breeze. The smell of lupine fur and drool wafted into his nose as he took one deep breath and let it out in a yell of victory that soon bled into a hysterical laugh.
He rose to his feet and walked towards the last enemy that had fallen and removed his axe from the body. He used his other hand to imitate a puppet talking and gave a shrood look to the bodies as he mouthed off the conversation that started all of this.
Flashback: Day Before the Battle-
Oni stood his ground as he noticed he had walked into a den of scruff looking men. His ears twitched and he sniffed the air, smelling wild dog and noticing that even though these men didn't have weapons, they seemed ready for war with their clothing choices. Ralph Lauren definitely didn't make the odd plastic looking dark green tactical vests or memory fabric jeans that showed every rippling muscle on their legs...
"Well g'day to you all. What do we have here?" Oni said as he stood up properly and held out a hand. His double-edged axe swung on a cord attached to a black leather bracer on his arm as he held it out for a hearty handshake.
The men gave off growls of anger and one stepped forward with a smug grin on his face. He held his hand out and stepped down on one knee to meet Oni face to short standing face. He let out a laugh and spoke. "Well what we have here is a problem that will be solved along with lunch..."
With the last word spoken, Oni snapped his fingers and the cord let its grasp go of the bracer and fell tip first into the man's foot. The others soon joined in on the attempt to "shake" the little one's hand.
Resting on his knees, his head bowed and hands on his thighs, the small plate like armor of hardened blood fell from his flesh, leaving superficial wounds to sting in the cool breeze. The smell of lupine fur and drool wafted into his nose as he took one deep breath and let it out in a yell of victory that soon bled into a hysterical laugh.
He rose to his feet and walked towards the last enemy that had fallen and removed his axe from the body. He used his other hand to imitate a puppet talking and gave a shrood look to the bodies as he mouthed off the conversation that started all of this.
Flashback: Day Before the Battle-
Oni stood his ground as he noticed he had walked into a den of scruff looking men. His ears twitched and he sniffed the air, smelling wild dog and noticing that even though these men didn't have weapons, they seemed ready for war with their clothing choices. Ralph Lauren definitely didn't make the odd plastic looking dark green tactical vests or memory fabric jeans that showed every rippling muscle on their legs...
"Well g'day to you all. What do we have here?" Oni said as he stood up properly and held out a hand. His double-edged axe swung on a cord attached to a black leather bracer on his arm as he held it out for a hearty handshake.
The men gave off growls of anger and one stepped forward with a smug grin on his face. He held his hand out and stepped down on one knee to meet Oni face to short standing face. He let out a laugh and spoke. "Well what we have here is a problem that will be solved along with lunch..."
With the last word spoken, Oni snapped his fingers and the cord let its grasp go of the bracer and fell tip first into the man's foot. The others soon joined in on the attempt to "shake" the little one's hand.
Twisted and churning, bubbling and boiling, this is the way we cook our halflings.
Fur began to sprout from the men. Their skin turning pale and the thick fur showing itself even finer every second they took to change. Claws began at the fingers, fangs at the jaw, and the odd armor seemed to meld into their skin.
Oni's eyes switched from each one quickly and then began to attack even though they were changing. Fear wouldn't control him and give them an opportunity. His axe was snatched swiftly and he let it down on the knee cap of a lycan in mid change. The blade cleaved through as he put all his weight into the slice and shoved it into the wolfy's foot. The silver in his axe shone brightly against the torches in the den.
His feet quickly carried him outside and into an open field. The opening to the dugout structure in the dirt was sadly big enough to let out the lycans almost all at once...
Oni put his eyes on a hill and aimed for that to be his final spot no matter what.
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Oni's eyes switched from each one quickly and then began to attack even though they were changing. Fear wouldn't control him and give them an opportunity. His axe was snatched swiftly and he let it down on the knee cap of a lycan in mid change. The blade cleaved through as he put all his weight into the slice and shoved it into the wolfy's foot. The silver in his axe shone brightly against the torches in the den.
His feet quickly carried him outside and into an open field. The opening to the dugout structure in the dirt was sadly big enough to let out the lycans almost all at once...
Oni put his eyes on a hill and aimed for that to be his final spot no matter what.
-End
Twisted and churning, bubbling and boiling, this is the way we cook our halflings.
