Post by Jeremy Belpois on Oct 3, 2012 15:03:54 GMT -5
HELLO, HELLO, HELLO! I am slightly manic today! Such a brilliant mood! Anyway, I thought that since I was feeling so good and bold, I'd share something I wrote for my Creative Writing Class. It's based off of Soul Calibur, and is PREEEETTY long. Sooooo, brace yourself
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Is this what they call the calm before the storm? There was no battle in sight. For the small, masked woman, this was a rare event. Each day and each night since she left the farm, she has had to fight for survival. In the day, she had to slay the malfested demon spawn who sought destruction. At night, she had to fend off assassins who wanted to eliminate her for being the malfested creature she was. But tonight, all was calm. The group of five sat in a circle around the campfire, watching the flames carelessly move with the wind, crackling loud. It gave off a warmth that Krys Talla barely felt. Through her mask, she could not feel much. She would not know the warmth of fire or the sun on her pale face. Not now, and not ever.
There was one other person with a mask. He went by Svend. For a skilled warrior of the sword, he wore little for armor. In fact, almost nothing. He wore black pants that went to his ankle, covered by his boots, that shone off silver in the moonlight. His torso had no clothing, but some bandages that covered up to his mid-stomach, a dark stained red just under his bottom-left rib from a wound he suffered a few days back. His mask was that of a doctor's, like a bird's face. Krys always found this mask amusing. Especially the way it was pure white, the glass eye coverings a lovely shade of teal that would make the skies envious. The hair upon his head was concealed by a light tan cap that fell over his ears, white wool surrounding the edges and warming his head. His chest was coated in tribal tattoos of the same color. He sat hunched over on his log, fingers crossed. Krys could not see his eyes, but she knew that he was staring at her. With what intention, she has yet to find out.
The samurai Sorin had gotten up, with a small wave before heading into his tent. Krys enjoyed the gold that sparkled from his armor, and was almost saddened as he vanished from view. The beautiful black-haired woman, who called herself Kikyo, had decided to rise and follow suit to her tent. She wore a white yukata, perfect for sleeping, travel, and even combat. The radiant red cherry blossom print along the waist added a nice color to the blank canvas that was her outfit, and complimented the red tint in her eyes. She smiled softly at the remaining three, letting her small figure display a small bit of beauty, before disappearing into her tent. That left Krys, Svend, and Liona alone by the crackling fire.
The next wind that hit was almost undetectable, but still chilled right to the bone. Krys hugged herself into Liona's arm. As a warrior lady, she rarely stepped out of her armor. But this was potentially the last night any of these people would be alive. And none knew that more than Krys. Liona let down her long auburn hair that flows magnificently down to her waist. It was uncommon to see her hair down, nevermind the casual clothing she wore tonight. The moon shining through the cloudless night sky seemed to hit directly on her tonight, making the shining blue of her eyes sparkle as she looked down on her small friend with a gentle smile. Her slender hands make it to Krys's short hair, running through like a mother would her daughter. “Rest up well tonight, hun. You're going to need it, you know.” Her voice was almost low for a woman, but her tall height and stature fit the voice.
Svend seemed to twitch as he saw Liona acting motherly. She turns her head curiously, and Krys peeks out curiously from behind her mask. “Why...?” He asks in a low, deep voice. He rarely spoke, but when he did, his tone was flat. This time, he sounded almost angry.
“'Why' what, Svend?” Liona replies in a soft voice, almost a whisper.
Svend stared for a moment before lifting his arms in rage. “What do you mean, 'why, what'?! Look at her!” He points at Krys now. “Look at her eye! She is malfested, Liona! She's a sick, demon spawn!”
Liona's brows nearly met with the angry glare she shot at Svend. “Excuse me? Do you realize what you just said?” Krys turns her head into Liona's arm again, her smooth mask turning away from the other masked man. “Krys has saved you... how many times now, Svend? I think she's proven that she's on our side!”
“NO! Don't you get it?!” Svend's voice was raised mighty high now. It echoed in the forest, Sorin and Kikyo could be heard stirring in their tents. “She's... she's gotta be lying! Or just trying to gain our trust to stab us in the backs! She's malfested scum!”
A small whimper came from the small girl as she clutched onto Liona's shirt tightly. “Oh, is she now? I've known her for almost all of her life! I think I know that she's honest in her intentions!”
“Oh, laa-dee-daa, Liona! People change, you know that? She changed. She's malfested! A demon! She wants blood; it's the way of the malfested! She's putting on an act, I just know it!”
“Oh really? She could have easily killed you or I, or Sorin or Kikyo, three weeks ago when we met! If she really wanted to, she would have! Argue that, Svend!”
“She wants the Blade, Liona. She wants the Cursed Sword! That has to be it! We led her to it!” He seemed to have this planned out ahead of time. He wavered none in his words.
A soft sob could be heard from Krys as she clutched on as tight as she could without tearing Liona's clothing. “I don't know where this is coming from, Svend. And honestly, I don't want to know. But you're being so closed-minded! If a human can become malfested, why can a malfested not be like a human? For every rule, there is an exception!”
“And that exception is not her!” He was panting heavily. They both were now. Kikyo was peeking out from the crease in her tent entrance as Sorin grumbled about 'that idiot going off.' “I can't trust her. She's not human!” He rises up quickly and just as quickly draws his rapier. It nicked the edge of Krys's mask, revealing a thin line of old, tanned wood.
“Are you--” Liona started up, but Krys covered her mouth with her tiny palm before jumping up to face Svend. In height, she was a little over a foot shorter than him. Mask stared into mask a moment, Svend's hand shaking as it hesitated to slash at her.
“Listen up, Svend.” Her voice started soft, but clearly angry. “I... I might not be human anymore. And you don't trust me because of it... I get it. Fine!” Her volume increased now. “But I'm doing this for me, for my land, for my people! Not for you! I couldn't care less about what you think!” His face could not be seen, but Svend was dumbstruck from the girl actually speaking up.
“Tomorrow, I'm putting my life on the line! We're going to fight the holder of the Cursed Sword. And tomorrow, we're going to win! If I have to die in that battle, then fine! So be it! The only reason I stuck around with your racist little band of 'warriors' is to be with Liona, and to save the land myself! So if you plan on killing me tonight, then I'll kill you! I have a job to do! If you leave me be, then you can fight with us tomorrow instead of falling here. Are we clear?!” The orange of her iris glowed like fire on the black sclera.
“I... I...” Svend stuttered, unable to find words. Krys knew she had won. The orange dimmed down to a gray that she could not control as her eyes rolled into her head. Liona rushed over and caught her before she hit the ground. After a small inspection of her pulse and heart rate, Liona stared Svend in the eye of his mask. Her glare was like swords to his chest.
“Are you happy now? You made this poor girl scream at you until she fainted. You disgust me.” She chastised him with a low, aggrivated voice. Picking her friend up between her arms, she turns around to bring her to her tent. Kikyo's head quickly popped back into hers before she was noticed. “I hope you're proud of yourself, Svend Orestes. Making a small girl scream like that. I'd be willing to bet that she was crying...” Of course, nobody saw under her mask. That was the point. So nobody could see the girl's expression.
“...” Svend was silent, and slumped back onto his log. He could only feel bad somehow. He meant what he said. He meant every word. But he couldn't figure out why he suddenly regretted speaking out like that.
Liona entered the younger woman's tent and, as carefully as she could, placed her in her bed. Like when they were on the farm, she tucked her in and stared for just a moment at the sleeping girl. Even with her malfested form, she still thought this small girl was the most beautiful creature in the world. A real sister. She smiled, proud that her friend had stood up for herself finally. Her lips softly met the top of Krys's head before she turned around and left her tent.
And Liona never heard the silent applause and laughter that Krys gave herself. “Truly, that was an excellent performance...” She mutters before letting her eyes close for real.
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Hope you enjoyed it! It was long, wasn't it? ._.
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Is this what they call the calm before the storm? There was no battle in sight. For the small, masked woman, this was a rare event. Each day and each night since she left the farm, she has had to fight for survival. In the day, she had to slay the malfested demon spawn who sought destruction. At night, she had to fend off assassins who wanted to eliminate her for being the malfested creature she was. But tonight, all was calm. The group of five sat in a circle around the campfire, watching the flames carelessly move with the wind, crackling loud. It gave off a warmth that Krys Talla barely felt. Through her mask, she could not feel much. She would not know the warmth of fire or the sun on her pale face. Not now, and not ever.
There was one other person with a mask. He went by Svend. For a skilled warrior of the sword, he wore little for armor. In fact, almost nothing. He wore black pants that went to his ankle, covered by his boots, that shone off silver in the moonlight. His torso had no clothing, but some bandages that covered up to his mid-stomach, a dark stained red just under his bottom-left rib from a wound he suffered a few days back. His mask was that of a doctor's, like a bird's face. Krys always found this mask amusing. Especially the way it was pure white, the glass eye coverings a lovely shade of teal that would make the skies envious. The hair upon his head was concealed by a light tan cap that fell over his ears, white wool surrounding the edges and warming his head. His chest was coated in tribal tattoos of the same color. He sat hunched over on his log, fingers crossed. Krys could not see his eyes, but she knew that he was staring at her. With what intention, she has yet to find out.
The samurai Sorin had gotten up, with a small wave before heading into his tent. Krys enjoyed the gold that sparkled from his armor, and was almost saddened as he vanished from view. The beautiful black-haired woman, who called herself Kikyo, had decided to rise and follow suit to her tent. She wore a white yukata, perfect for sleeping, travel, and even combat. The radiant red cherry blossom print along the waist added a nice color to the blank canvas that was her outfit, and complimented the red tint in her eyes. She smiled softly at the remaining three, letting her small figure display a small bit of beauty, before disappearing into her tent. That left Krys, Svend, and Liona alone by the crackling fire.
The next wind that hit was almost undetectable, but still chilled right to the bone. Krys hugged herself into Liona's arm. As a warrior lady, she rarely stepped out of her armor. But this was potentially the last night any of these people would be alive. And none knew that more than Krys. Liona let down her long auburn hair that flows magnificently down to her waist. It was uncommon to see her hair down, nevermind the casual clothing she wore tonight. The moon shining through the cloudless night sky seemed to hit directly on her tonight, making the shining blue of her eyes sparkle as she looked down on her small friend with a gentle smile. Her slender hands make it to Krys's short hair, running through like a mother would her daughter. “Rest up well tonight, hun. You're going to need it, you know.” Her voice was almost low for a woman, but her tall height and stature fit the voice.
Svend seemed to twitch as he saw Liona acting motherly. She turns her head curiously, and Krys peeks out curiously from behind her mask. “Why...?” He asks in a low, deep voice. He rarely spoke, but when he did, his tone was flat. This time, he sounded almost angry.
“'Why' what, Svend?” Liona replies in a soft voice, almost a whisper.
Svend stared for a moment before lifting his arms in rage. “What do you mean, 'why, what'?! Look at her!” He points at Krys now. “Look at her eye! She is malfested, Liona! She's a sick, demon spawn!”
Liona's brows nearly met with the angry glare she shot at Svend. “Excuse me? Do you realize what you just said?” Krys turns her head into Liona's arm again, her smooth mask turning away from the other masked man. “Krys has saved you... how many times now, Svend? I think she's proven that she's on our side!”
“NO! Don't you get it?!” Svend's voice was raised mighty high now. It echoed in the forest, Sorin and Kikyo could be heard stirring in their tents. “She's... she's gotta be lying! Or just trying to gain our trust to stab us in the backs! She's malfested scum!”
A small whimper came from the small girl as she clutched onto Liona's shirt tightly. “Oh, is she now? I've known her for almost all of her life! I think I know that she's honest in her intentions!”
“Oh, laa-dee-daa, Liona! People change, you know that? She changed. She's malfested! A demon! She wants blood; it's the way of the malfested! She's putting on an act, I just know it!”
“Oh really? She could have easily killed you or I, or Sorin or Kikyo, three weeks ago when we met! If she really wanted to, she would have! Argue that, Svend!”
“She wants the Blade, Liona. She wants the Cursed Sword! That has to be it! We led her to it!” He seemed to have this planned out ahead of time. He wavered none in his words.
A soft sob could be heard from Krys as she clutched on as tight as she could without tearing Liona's clothing. “I don't know where this is coming from, Svend. And honestly, I don't want to know. But you're being so closed-minded! If a human can become malfested, why can a malfested not be like a human? For every rule, there is an exception!”
“And that exception is not her!” He was panting heavily. They both were now. Kikyo was peeking out from the crease in her tent entrance as Sorin grumbled about 'that idiot going off.' “I can't trust her. She's not human!” He rises up quickly and just as quickly draws his rapier. It nicked the edge of Krys's mask, revealing a thin line of old, tanned wood.
“Are you--” Liona started up, but Krys covered her mouth with her tiny palm before jumping up to face Svend. In height, she was a little over a foot shorter than him. Mask stared into mask a moment, Svend's hand shaking as it hesitated to slash at her.
“Listen up, Svend.” Her voice started soft, but clearly angry. “I... I might not be human anymore. And you don't trust me because of it... I get it. Fine!” Her volume increased now. “But I'm doing this for me, for my land, for my people! Not for you! I couldn't care less about what you think!” His face could not be seen, but Svend was dumbstruck from the girl actually speaking up.
“Tomorrow, I'm putting my life on the line! We're going to fight the holder of the Cursed Sword. And tomorrow, we're going to win! If I have to die in that battle, then fine! So be it! The only reason I stuck around with your racist little band of 'warriors' is to be with Liona, and to save the land myself! So if you plan on killing me tonight, then I'll kill you! I have a job to do! If you leave me be, then you can fight with us tomorrow instead of falling here. Are we clear?!” The orange of her iris glowed like fire on the black sclera.
“I... I...” Svend stuttered, unable to find words. Krys knew she had won. The orange dimmed down to a gray that she could not control as her eyes rolled into her head. Liona rushed over and caught her before she hit the ground. After a small inspection of her pulse and heart rate, Liona stared Svend in the eye of his mask. Her glare was like swords to his chest.
“Are you happy now? You made this poor girl scream at you until she fainted. You disgust me.” She chastised him with a low, aggrivated voice. Picking her friend up between her arms, she turns around to bring her to her tent. Kikyo's head quickly popped back into hers before she was noticed. “I hope you're proud of yourself, Svend Orestes. Making a small girl scream like that. I'd be willing to bet that she was crying...” Of course, nobody saw under her mask. That was the point. So nobody could see the girl's expression.
“...” Svend was silent, and slumped back onto his log. He could only feel bad somehow. He meant what he said. He meant every word. But he couldn't figure out why he suddenly regretted speaking out like that.
Liona entered the younger woman's tent and, as carefully as she could, placed her in her bed. Like when they were on the farm, she tucked her in and stared for just a moment at the sleeping girl. Even with her malfested form, she still thought this small girl was the most beautiful creature in the world. A real sister. She smiled, proud that her friend had stood up for herself finally. Her lips softly met the top of Krys's head before she turned around and left her tent.
And Liona never heard the silent applause and laughter that Krys gave herself. “Truly, that was an excellent performance...” She mutters before letting her eyes close for real.
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Hope you enjoyed it! It was long, wasn't it? ._.