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 Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 10:00 pm
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They say there lay a small path, no longer then 15 feet, in the northern forest. That like tonight, on the Harvest moon, on this empty path, the count will suddenly appear. The count whom had saved humanity after having defeated the horrible merciless Goranzo, whom had brought all of humanity to its knees into only 2 years. Not only did he defeat Goranzo but he created safe zones around city boundaries to protect what was left of humanity from the monsters and abominations of Dr. Gradzer, forcing them to stay in the forests or die by Black fire if they dare cross the line. Only human and machine can pass in and out the safe zone.
They say that there, near that path every few Harvest moons, the Count appears. Dressed in his usual attire, black from head to toe. His long black hooded coat never changing; always hiding even too his lower jaw. Just pacing back and forth. Its said that there, while in the presence of the Count one can make any wish come true... any wish.
But who listens to an old tale like that still?
Despite the old tale, there is one, one who had ventured out to the northern forest! One who seeks his/her wish to come true.
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Haven ventured far into the forest of the north, even though the night is dark, the harvest red moon still penetrates the darkness of the forest. As if premonition of a hybrids attack, it seemed as if the moon provided its guest with a red flash light to guide his/her way. Illuminating the forest with a devilish glow, even as the guest trudged the long distance, such eery atmosphere would not deturre them.
It was then, in the distance, the forests guest would see a sudden change in the growth and lack of plants. In front of them, large long trees reached so far up to the sky it was a wonder how the moon was penetrating what leafs were reaching towards her(the moon). With the lack of bush and saplings, it would feel as if a fawn stood before an open field at hunting season. The trees were so tall and thick that there was no room for other plants to grow, that each tree had seemingly moved away from each other just so that they could grow with out having to merge with another.
Moss had grown like wild fire, covering the ground without a single patch of earth left to see. The air here was damp, the ground still fluffy with last weeks rain. Looking further out, the forest seemed to continue ever forwards, endlessly. Like a maze with no exit, it seemed hopeless to continue forwards. After all, there hadn't been any signs of hybrids yet, entering such a wide place would risk true exposure... But so, even with hopeless atmosphere, the guests continues on.
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Hours? Was it minutes? Or was this some trick? Having walked endlessly, was there even one thought of hope left?
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Trudging onwards, the Harvest moon still as bright as ever, one would wonder if they were dreaming. Even more so, as suddenly up a head, a true clearing appeared. Long lush grass swayed in the breeze caught in the small clearing, no larger then 40 feet. There, in the middle of the circular clearing, there some one stood.
Standing tall at 9 feet, a figure of a man. A long cloak like coat seemed to fit his shape perfectly. His arms long, his fingers even longer, both covered by the same looking fabric. At ground level, the stranger wore black boots as well, fitting the path he stood in rather perfectly for their size. The path he stood in no longer then 15 feet long, in a strait line, he stood silently. Hiding what was above his shoulders a truly long black hood.
"I've...can-... to"
The words came so softly that the light wind seemed to carry them off. The hood lowered suddenly as the man seemed to hang his head, then raised it, and turned slowly to face the stranger whom had come so far, just to seek some legend, all ready half true. |
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 9:41 am
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The dangers of the forest were not enough to deter Raydren. There were things promised in that forest, things which could give him back the childhood he wished he had. With the rumor of magic and wishes, Ray could not be persuaded to do anything but carry on. For years he planned and plotted, finally making up his mind and deciding no night would be better than tonight for the trip he wished to make. He would never be more prepared for whatever dangers lie within the forest, and any thought otherwise would only keep him from knowing whether all those tales were true. How could he live never knowing whether or not Grandfather's stories were more than just that?
That was why he trekked through the darkened forest, shuffling around any fallen debris. The closeness of the trees seemed to amplify any sound, bringing all of them right to his ears. With only a knife as his companion, one which he held so tightly his hand was beginning to go numb, Raydren carried on, hoping the hoots and howls he heard were only that of the wildlife and nothing more. The knife was less than impressive, and would do him no good against any of the monsters he had been taught to fear, but the comfort of it was enough to get him through the darkness.
From the city the forest appeared dense, thick and foreboding. As Ray carried on, though, it only d seemed neverending. Eventually the trees did begin to space out, giving him more room to breath. It also allowed the moon to brighten his path and the slight breeze to dance along the back of his neck. He pulled his cloak tighter around himself to keep it out. His clothing was dull in color, oaken brown to match his surroundings and preventing himself from standing out too well. His cloak was a dark blue, something he had been given a year earlier as a gift, and one of the few nice things he owned. Only his blonde hair betrayed him, lighter in the moonlight than he would have liked it to be. Subconsciously he ran his hand through it, feeling the ends brush against the base of his neck. He hoped his non-threatening appearance was enough to keep him off the radar of anything within the forest.
After what seemed like hours but was actually closer to half of one, the forest opened up, spilling into a small clearing. There was nothing of any importance there, and really, nothing at all. Only the moonlight occupied the wide, empty space, and yet this is where Raydren stopped. He was not sure if this is where he would finally meet his destiny, but it was as good a place as any. His sapphire eyes, still young and full of wishes brought about by bedtime stories, surveyed the area. Something among the trees at the far end stirred, stepping into the clearing and into sight. It was almost as the thing Ray had been hunting had hunted him as well.
At first the size of the new figure intimidated Ray, catching his words in his throat. He breathed deeply, allowing the fear to sink and giving life to his courage. “Who are you?” he asked, not knowing what else to say.
((Sorry I took so long to reply. I work Tuesday through Friday, so not much chance you'll hear from me those days.)) |
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:13 pm
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-Who are you?- the words seem to resound for the man in black, for he raised a leg, stepping out from the dark dirt that made the path, stepping onto the mossy ground. Like a lion placing its first paw out from its enclosure, the man paused before fully stepping out of the small path. "I believe-" His voice louder, booming-ly in such a case; were one would listen intensely for the steps of possible predators on the prowl in the area. "I am but a ghost here."
Walking now, he came to loom over Raydren, standing now but only a few feet in front of him. The hood seemed to act like glue, despite over-looming Raydren, the shadow provided by the hood gave away no features of the man who now stood before him. "But no one comes this far to see a ghost any more..." The hood shifted, as if he were now looking to the sky, though the hood remained long and had yet to reveal anything of the man. "Its the harvest moon here." The man turned, stepping back onto the path.
Stopping in the middle, he stood with his back to Raydren, turning slowly he began to walk to the right end of the path and would then travel to the other end. As he walked, his heavy boots clumped acrossed the patted earth. If there was time to note, the path was much larger then the shoes that walked it. After reaching the left end, the man turned only his head back towards Raydren. He remained silent, unmoving, as if waiting for some response but before giving time he spoke once more.
"I am who you think of me. What does this man want with 'this' of the past?"
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