Jump to content
Eternal Lands Official Forums
Sign in to follow this  
Sheesh

Halloween just around the corner

Recommended Posts

Crus won the cloak, 2nd place went to philbert13 who won a steel plate, 3rd place went to Acelon who won a tit shield.

 

I will post the stories shortly.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Heya

 

Got lots of pms, seems people want to read the winning story, so i'll post it :P, I hope Sheesh won't mind :)..

 

--------

 

... He stood on the roof edge, rain mixed with blood kept falling off his chin.

The Pain he feels deep inside will fade, the blood he drank was of a cursed man, cursed with illness, whos time would come sooner or later.

Fate however, decided it will be on this very night.........

 

Old house in the middle of nowhere, man filled with memories, with eyes full of tears, thinking of time before, time ahead....

Storm is coming, he gets up from his bed to open the window, he always liked the smell of rain, his bed smells of sweat and disease and rain makes him feel more alive, makes the blood in his veins flow faster, ironic isn't it....

What he sees in the distance from his window, resembles him - death and decay.

The fields that used to look like gold in sunset covered with sunflowers, now are gray and black.

He gazes trying to see the thin line where land meets the sky, dark ghostly image he thought he saw dissapeard.

It's dark, candle is not lit up anymore, his constant fear of dying became stronger, he can't hear the footsteps but he feels them..

Wet cold hand on his chest, raindrop on his cheek and a cold breath, second before teeth bite his neck, was all he felt.

His time has come, picture of his wife and son, mixed with grief and shame were the last things on his mind.

 

... While the beast feasts, the blood flows down his throat like sweetest French wine, he doesn't care of age, he doesn't mind the sickness of his prey, thirst was too strong, he needs to feed...

He stands on the roof edge, patiently waiting for blood to be devoured, sound of rain falling on his big circled hat calms him down, he takes it off, letting rain wash blood of his face...

"Fools and their gods..." he thought to himself while looking at the ruins of an old village church, moving fingers over a white feather attached to his belt, trying to evoke the scent of Angel's blood in his mouth.

It is time for him to move on, cloak soaked wet reveals sword on his back, as he walks away, clouds and darkness follow him....

 

------------- the end --------------

:)

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now
Sign in to follow this  

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.

×