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A Fallen Soilder - Rough draft begining of short story |
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A whimper came from Azula's muzzle. Her violet eyes peeking out of her black pelt. 'Why...' she thought to herself. She struggled to pick herself up from the dirty forest floor, blood dripped from her side. Her haunches twitched as pain spread up her spine.
A evil laugh ecoed from the shadows between the trees. The moon beamed down apon a long muzzle or sterling silver. Two eyes of gold sitting on either side, each full of wisdom and hate. "Stop struggleing you worm," the wolf snarled, his lips lifting into a fangy smile. Azula grimaced as she pulled herself up, gripping her sword tightly in her clawed hand. "Shut your trap Hans!" she snapped back at him. she gathered her strength and lunged at him, her silver sword crashing down onto metal. She looked up at her sword, it had clashed with a long iron staff with a sword on each end. "Nice try," Spat Hans before he countered her attack. Sweeping his shaft down and twisting it to the left, sending a blade into Azula's other side. She fell with a thud, her breath quickened. "Gah,.....you....." she struggled to speak, her hands holding her up from the ground. Hans steped froward, his blade to her throat. "It would have been easier if you had just gave up. The whole military is out for you, lucky for me that I found you first." He lifted his blade up and tapped the silver earing the hung from her ear. "That will have to go Azula. You are no longer a warrior of this land." Hans crouched to Azula's level, his gold armor clanking slightly. He reachec out and lifter her maw up, her eyes meeting his. "You were such a good 2nd. Luitenant Azula.... why did you betray us?" Azula growled, her fangs gleaming. "Colonel Hans, You know more then anyone that this countru is broken. I did what I had to do in order for the innocent to live on." Hans sighed, he stood once more. "Azula," He began to say. He grabbed her earing and ripped it out. "Know your place among the world. We lycans, we are above every being on this land. NO ONE stands agianst us. You are simply an obstacle in our path and I have to take you out." Hans raised his arm, his staff aimed and ready. With a smile, her thrusted his arm down. There was the sound of metal cutting flesh, a gasp, and then a scream of pain before the forest fell to silence.
.: Muwahahahha, a story about Lycans and the land they live in. Its supposed to be missleading because she really doesn't ide. I just this this is a good resting place. Post what you think so far. :.
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Maylean Call · Fri Jul 13, 2007 @ 08:45pm · 1 Comments |
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