Chapter 1 part 2…

Wrote a little more today, not much sadly but still more of the story. I’m currently ill and have been since January so although there may be a long gap between parts, and even if those parts are small I hope you enjoy. I’ll link to part 1 and include a small part of the previous part in each new content post for the story.

If you have any questions send an ask through my tumblr.

That all said without further ado… part 2 of my unnamed story, hope you enjoy and please as me before posting anywhere else. Thank you :).

WARNING BEFORE READING THERE IS VIOLENCE (FIGHTING/GORE/ETC.) AND STRONG LANGUAGE (POSSIBLY IN FUTURE).

Raising his swords, he jumped, spinning toward the creature. His blades hit nothing, thrown off balance, he hits the floor.  A husk of a human, glowing yellow eyes that pierced his mind. Long talons for fingers, shining in the dim lantern light. It was that moment that it decided to strike.

It landed on top of him, his blades the only thing keeping the creature from ripping him apart. The creature screeched in his face, gloopy saliva splattering his face, accompanied by the stench of rotting flesh. Its thin, cheeks shallow, the skin on its arms seemed to mould itself around human like bones.

“Pretty pretty pretty…” It squealed in twisted delight, “You’ll be like me one day. Although you don’t even know what I am do you?” It’s high pitched laugh echoed around the street. Quickly withdrawing, it then turns and rushes in, one of its long hands gripping his neck and slamming him down on the roof. The creature moved its head over his, its free hand pulling his hood away from his face. Panic streaming through his mind, this was it he was done. It laughed hysterically as it began stroking his face gently with one of its claws. Read more

Know it’s been awhile…

Hey,
I am doing this because I enjoy writing, if you enjoy what I write then awesome, if not then that is cool. Anyway gonna try write weekly.  Current story doesn’t have a name as I’ve only just started it. Please ask me before re-posting, whether it be tumblr or anywhere else.I’ve rewritten the start of my previous story so little bits here and there have changed.  Hope you enjoy and if you have any questions or suggestions I’m all ears.
Warning before reading there is violence (fighting/gore/etc.) and possibly strong language (in future).

A whisper, silent and quick, the breeze blowing, blissful in the steaming heat of the city. As the breeze rushed past him the stench of sewage became entwined with the image of the dancing dust, rising and falling with the air that carried it. His feet were sodden, muddy water was seeping in through the holes in his boots. Leaning against the wall of the tavern, a run-down yet jolly joint, small and made of rickety old wood, green with rot and a small steam of water falling from the earthy sky down the titled roof. A small smile spread over his face as two, rugged, drunk men leaning on each other sang their way down the street. The cheerful glow of the tavern far behind them. The rain the only thing dampening the cheers of the merry folk. The streets where bare, dark and foreboding, the only light, the green lanterns dotted throughout the city.

The lanterns were dim, the street cold. Pulling his hood lower he shifted himself further into the shadows. He could sense something drawing in. His hands slowly reaching towards his scabbards hidden within his cloak. As he unsheathed his blades, he moved slowly best to muffle the sound of scraping metal as he withdrew them. Small blue fire flies seemed to illuminate the runes written along the left blade, tracing from hilt to tip, running down the centre of its curved edge. The runes brought a mystical life, made of obsidian, the runes seemed to glow all that much brighter.

In his other hand a crimson blade, it looked to be made of glass. Crouching low shadows, like a statue he waited, It was drawing nearer, it had to be using the shadows much like he was himself. He waited, his heart beating faster, mind racing. A flash of movement, a glint of light. Sweat dripping, shiver spreading up his spine. He could sense it drawing closure, hear its feet scuttling along the titles.  It could smell him, the fear radiating from each droplet of sweat the beaded on his body. The creature was playing with him jumping from building to building, shadow to shadow.

She was the night, the stalker, the hunter, this man in the darkness, shivering, was her pray. Yet… Something about his stance the unnatural stillness… Sneaking, stalking the supposed hunter, he had the nerve, the gull to believe that he could defeat her. But she knew better, new the tricks his people used. It is all a game to her, but she saw something in him, something interesting but she did not know what it was or why.

It was drawing closer. He’d got the creatures attention. Next was to draw them in. That was when he rolled into the ally way to his left, in and out quick as a flash. Whilst his illusion, his… ‘clone’ still crouched in the shadows of the taverns wall. The taverns lights went out, the windows shut and the last of the merry drunkards began their stumble home in the darkness.

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Start of a new idea – As of yet untitled…

A whisper, silent and quick, the breeze blowing, blissful in the steaming heat of the under-city. As the breeze rushed past him the stench of sewage became entwined with the image of the dancing dust, rising and falling with the air that carried it. His feet were sodden, murky puddle water had seeped in through his boots as he leaned against the wall of the tavern. A run-down yet jolly joint, small and made of rickety old wood, green with moss from the continual steam of water falling from their earthy sky. Half a smile grew as he saw two, rugged, drunk men leaning on each other whilst singing their way down the street, out and away from the warm cheery glow of the pub. The rain the only thing dampening the cheers of the merry folk inside from the rest of the dark under city. The streets where bare, dark and foreboding, the only light ever seen was that of the mint green lanterns dotted along alleyways and main streets. Almost complete darkness, if not for the distant glow of light from the entrances to the over city. Pulling his hood lower he shifted himself further into the shadows.

He could sense one drawing in. In one hand hand he readied an obsidian dagger. Small blue fire flies seemed to illuminate the runes from within the blade. These runes stretched from hilt to tip, following the toothed, curved edge. In his other hand he had a crimson blade, so thin and translucent, it looked as if it where made of glass. Crouching low in the shadows, he waited, poised like a wild cat ready to ponce. It was drawing nearer, it had to be using the shadows much like he was himself. He waited, his heart beating faster, mind racing. A flash of movement, a glint of steel. Sweat dripping, shiver spreading down his spine.

It could smell him, the fear radiating from each droplet of sweat the beaded on his body. The creature was playing with him jumping from shadow to shadow. He was the night, the stalker, the hunter, this boy in the darkness, shivering was his pray. Yet… Something about his stance the unnatural stillness… Sneaking, stalking the supposed hunter, why had he come here what was his purpose in their territory.

He was drawing closer. He’d got the creatures attention. Next was to draw them in. That was when he rolled into an ally way, in and out quick as a flash. Whilst his illusion, his… ‘Clone’ was on the move, he scaled the building. Bending the lumina around him, he was able to manipulate the light so that he would be invisible to the naked eye. But that did not cover him for the sounds he made. Treading as lightly as he could he became the shadows, weaving his way toward the creature that was making its way toward the lively, run down pub.