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Revenge and Just Desserts (Part 8)-An EQ fanfic |
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<Humans, only one of you deserves to have his ears cut off and his flesh stripped from his bones tonight. I grant you the chance to run and never come back to these woods again.> How low and grainy his musical voice sounded. It was like he was speaking with sand in his throat, but Xaryan’s hunt was coming to an end. It mattered not to him whether they stayed or went…all that mattered now was a life for a life. <As for you, Streak, I know your name. And I know the evil deeds you have committed, your life is mine to take!>
Giant owls came swooping down, separating the leader from his minions. They clanked their beaks and banged their claws against each other, in a fierce display of annoyance. All the food of the night had been chased far away by this confrontation, and the flying predators were eager to see the stand-off end. Seeing their chance to run, the other five-fingers ran with nary a glance at their former leader. Alone and almost defenseless, Streak straightened his back. His eyes were on fire; though he may have been backed into a corner, he would not give in without a fight. He stood defiantly overtop the fire, a large stick in his hands.
<I do not fear you or your powers demon. I will rid the land of your kind. It is you who fears me, for I do not hide like a whimpering pup in the shadows! Come out and face me!> Streak twisted around, trying to see into the shadows. He dipped his stick into the fire and shoved it into the darkness but all he saw where beasts staring back at him. <Face me, fight me! Show me that demons know how to fight instead of using twisted magic!>
Slowly, Xaryan walked into the clearing, Deception and Ghostcaller by his side. He trembled with weeks of pent-up anger and sorrow over the death of one so small, so unable to defend herself from brutal attacks. His dark hair glowed from the red light giving off by the slowly dying fire and his eyes had a feral look to them, the look of one capable of unspeakable acts. He stared angrily at the human before him, walking straight up to the campfire. <You are a cold-blooded killer. You are the coward to attack the innocent. I can't wait tan the skin that I peel from you flesh and bones.>
The human lounged at Xaryan, barely noticed that he dropped his stick back into the flames. Xaryan dance to one side and pulled out a dagger he had hidden in his shirt. He grinned as Streak ate dirt, landing clumsily where he had been. The stone blade was jagged and broken, suggesting that any cuts that would be made would be most painful indeed. Streak scrambled to his feet, spitting blood out and onto the hard ground. He stared at the dagger and how the bone hilt glinted in the light. Again he lunged for Xaryan, this time aiming for his feet instead of his body. The elf kicked his attacker's face but could not free himself from the strong grip.
<Ha! I got you now. You are not a spirit or a demon, just a furless beast, easily killed and tossed aside.> He laughed triumphantly. Knocking the dagger from Xaryan's hand, Streak lifted him high over his head.
 Naree · Sun May 08, 2005 @ 07:44am · 0 Comments |
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