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King Of The Castle [Newcastle] [War For Australia]
Sat Oct 19, 2013 12:35 pm
Artist: Hellsing ost Ruins - Song: The Japanese Alphabet Road With Chinese Bellflower's Sweet Smell - Word Count: 1036
The unmistakable silence that irreparable presence ... a true monster had stepped forth to the field of battle and needless to say this man wasn't one they would have ever seen before.
fingers shaking, spine tingling, the world around him was just a seamless shell. The cold rain was falling on his face, had he ever felt this before? it was unlike all else a feeling that seemed to creep bellow his very skin. Was it always like this? it never seemed so inherently evil, the black blood flowing through his veins. The ideal of death never truly being able to set in, was he truly meant to just walk this earthly domain forever? How could one live with the things he had done his mind was always so fresh with the horrors of death but never could the man force even a saddened look he was always so fucking happy about it, like the world was hiss oyster and no one could take it from him but then again how else should a demon act? no he never had the horns nor the all mighty little shit that the beasts that went by the name had but what he did have was terror, he wasn't a child walking into fire he was a man walking into the open flames and standing while he watched his flesh melt away while laughing. He was horrific, a beast .... a wolf.
Wolf stood the feel of sand blowing in this cold wind, the rain wetting it as the waves rolled in slowly washing over his feet. however it wasn't just the sand it carried back with it, no today the water was tinged a nice red. Pools of blood encompassing the area around Wolfie, this little downpour washing the blood from his hands. His hair sat over his face, the darkness covering anything else from sight, hunched a bit forward his arms dropped down wolf completely still the man was beyond anything one would've seen before. Bodies of soldiers civilians surrounded the mans feet as more and more were running from the wood works, multitudes of monstuas men stood all of them aiming to kill this man their swords drawn all awaiting some form movement.
Death... let me ask just how men have died by your hands? how many of you men are really murderers? how many men have had the cold steel within anthers heart and let them sit in agony awaiting a reaper to take them from this realm? no ... none of you are capable of watching a man be ripped away and seek the grave. None of you are capable of widowing a wife or orphaning children you all are to human. You forget that in a war the only man who wins is the one who comes out on the other side a smile on his face and his entire body stained with the crimson red of his enemies blood ....... you all are going to die and you cant even help it.
It was needles to say fear was an inspiring mistress, after all why else would a man walk out of the waves covered in coral and seaweed? and then why would they stroll so casually up to a couple on their honey moon at nobbies beach and tear the jugular of a woman's husband open, swallowing the flesh? And to top it off proceed to listen to his wife screaming and take her head in his hand and crush it to the point it popped like a zit under the weight of his hand? But through all this the most fear inspiring thing Wolf had done was to simply stand ...... he never even moved, not a single step from that spot, regardless of all the military personnel looking to destroy him he barely had to swish his hand to rip their bodies in two. within half an hour he had made an impact so great that right now everybody listening to this mans speech was to the level of wetting their pants.
One man however felt that he wouldn't be the one to fall, no he would rise up and strike down this foe who seemingly hadn't even been hit by any of the waves before his. He stood screaming as he ran forth looking to slice wolf in two. But in seconds a nightmare was to take place, behind this man the darkness rose like a dome around his comrades and withing a second it compressed down crushing the bones of everyone inside it then imploding sending blood and pieces of human flesh flying everywhere. The man couldn't stop starring his attention had been shifted, effectively in a few seconds without even moving Wolf had made his point and crushed every man here..... even him. the cold iron was all he could feel, it was sharp it went through without a second thought. Wolf had drawn his blade and ripped it through this poor souls throat, letting the blood gush out as the whites of his eyes signaled his death. This was to be the first step he made ... but it definitely wasn't to be his last.
Wolf walked forth carefully avoiding the rubble of wreaked vehicles from previous waves, bodies and grime littering the beach ... simply said this was a massacre. and now as wolf walked ever so steadily reaching the shore line of this city he had caused a massive panic people were being evacuated and the city put into lock down, wolf however was just beginning. He leaned upon a building stretching out against it, that is right before he let his dark matter seep into it and then cause a huge ass explosion not only leveling this enormous building but also making him a nice little beacon. as he rose his head up it wasn't the usual demonic grin lying behind his long red hair but simple a look of hate a look of plain and simple indifference. Wolf was waiting for something ..... anything.
Shall we let this war begin, or do i need to weed more of the fucking riff raff before i can receive a fucking real fight? come show me how to bare my fangs and i shall show you true fear, one only given by the mad hound.
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