Post by Sorrum on Jan 26, 2020 16:41:40 GMT -5
Meanwhile..
The sun crept below the horizon, casting houses shadows across streets in the port town of Tora, which sat in the north eastern part of Vane. It was a small port, possbily the smallest in all of the Elf Kingdom, with only two fishing businesses in town with two boats each, the single dock was burdened with the duty of the town's main export to the nearest city.
However, the small and busy settlement was quiet. No man or woman walked down the street, no sailors tended the boats, no donkey, oxen, horse or livestock made a noise. Doors were left open, windows were broken, holes in walls. There was no sound of children playing, bards singing. Even the crack of a slavemaster's whip didn't register, however their blood on the ground stained the town with violence.
He forgot what his name was or if he had one before. The number on his shoulder, he could make out a 7 or a 9. He hadn't been a house taught human, only how to work in the yard and count in his head. He thought he had a good thing going with his masters, only suffering the brand in his youth when he'd try to break free to the country. When he heard the cries of the the children at the schoolhouse he hid in the shed where the tools were kept; didn't want his master think it was his doing, upsetting the elf children. However, the screaming would continue throughout the town, he heard, explosions, lightning, icicles, all the magic that masters used. Its what made them strong. People like him, humans, could do it too, but it wasn't the same. That's why they were the masters.
He was scared, and had been hiding in the shed all day. The magic was terrifying, but it was the screams that got to him. Like the masters kept getting hurt and dying. Was it a fight? He heard about the humans fighting the masters when he was young, but it'd been a long time ago. His face was gray and his hands weak now. He didn't remember it and never saw em. Not in Tora. He looked through the cracks in the shed, but couldn't see anything. No one. But he heard something. Like chewing. He was hungry too, but that sounded like a dog eating, somewhere.
He shook and opened the door slowly to the shed, looking around for anyone, or anything. He thought that he'd be safe in the house. He took a few steps cautiously, hearing the chewing, then went faster as it growled and snapped again. He got up to the door and jiggled the handle, opening it and going inside. He was in the houses kitchen where the family would wash up his cuts from time to time. It was the safest place he felt. He looked around, spotting last night's produce and helped himself to some of the leftovers.
As he chewed he tried to forget about what had happened, but still the quiet of the town loomed. Nobody else was inside the house he found. He looked out the window and saw the other houses smashed up. There was blood puddles but nobody. Something red was dropping on the window. More blood. He looked up, this man, above the door through the window, peaking from behind the corner. Something was there, chewing. Someone was hanging there, blood coming out of their chest. They weren't saying nothing but they were moving. It turned around in the air and it's back tore open. He saw it's face. Master.
He stared wide eyed as master bled in the air. He didn't look at him, or anything else. So he crept back slow from the window, trying to be quiet, but the boards creaked under his feet. The chewing stopped. Master fell from the roof, but then he came in through the window, ragdoll, and hit the man, smashing him into the wall of the kitchen.
Dazed, the man looked around. His master wasn't moving but he hit him. He pushed the master off and tried to get up but heard stomping. He couldn't see it, but something was in the kitchen with him. He cowered in fear, pissed himself and ran for the backdoor, but the table slid in the way and blocked him. He couldn't move it. There was another stomp. He looked around and saw a red ring coming down at him. The ring opened up, revealing a set of fangs. It's breath was hot, it smelled like the master. Something grabbed him and pulled him up by his leg in the air, then it came off. The man screamed as he fell to the floor, blood spewing everywhere. Not for long. Something pierced his chest and stuck him to the floor. He couldn't yell anymore, just stare at the teeth eating his leg.
It said more. It needed more. Didn't get enough. The man died staring at the mouth, caked in blood, eat him and the master. Must've eaten everyone.
~END OF ARC 4~
The sun crept below the horizon, casting houses shadows across streets in the port town of Tora, which sat in the north eastern part of Vane. It was a small port, possbily the smallest in all of the Elf Kingdom, with only two fishing businesses in town with two boats each, the single dock was burdened with the duty of the town's main export to the nearest city.
However, the small and busy settlement was quiet. No man or woman walked down the street, no sailors tended the boats, no donkey, oxen, horse or livestock made a noise. Doors were left open, windows were broken, holes in walls. There was no sound of children playing, bards singing. Even the crack of a slavemaster's whip didn't register, however their blood on the ground stained the town with violence.
He forgot what his name was or if he had one before. The number on his shoulder, he could make out a 7 or a 9. He hadn't been a house taught human, only how to work in the yard and count in his head. He thought he had a good thing going with his masters, only suffering the brand in his youth when he'd try to break free to the country. When he heard the cries of the the children at the schoolhouse he hid in the shed where the tools were kept; didn't want his master think it was his doing, upsetting the elf children. However, the screaming would continue throughout the town, he heard, explosions, lightning, icicles, all the magic that masters used. Its what made them strong. People like him, humans, could do it too, but it wasn't the same. That's why they were the masters.
He was scared, and had been hiding in the shed all day. The magic was terrifying, but it was the screams that got to him. Like the masters kept getting hurt and dying. Was it a fight? He heard about the humans fighting the masters when he was young, but it'd been a long time ago. His face was gray and his hands weak now. He didn't remember it and never saw em. Not in Tora. He looked through the cracks in the shed, but couldn't see anything. No one. But he heard something. Like chewing. He was hungry too, but that sounded like a dog eating, somewhere.
He shook and opened the door slowly to the shed, looking around for anyone, or anything. He thought that he'd be safe in the house. He took a few steps cautiously, hearing the chewing, then went faster as it growled and snapped again. He got up to the door and jiggled the handle, opening it and going inside. He was in the houses kitchen where the family would wash up his cuts from time to time. It was the safest place he felt. He looked around, spotting last night's produce and helped himself to some of the leftovers.
As he chewed he tried to forget about what had happened, but still the quiet of the town loomed. Nobody else was inside the house he found. He looked out the window and saw the other houses smashed up. There was blood puddles but nobody. Something red was dropping on the window. More blood. He looked up, this man, above the door through the window, peaking from behind the corner. Something was there, chewing. Someone was hanging there, blood coming out of their chest. They weren't saying nothing but they were moving. It turned around in the air and it's back tore open. He saw it's face. Master.
He stared wide eyed as master bled in the air. He didn't look at him, or anything else. So he crept back slow from the window, trying to be quiet, but the boards creaked under his feet. The chewing stopped. Master fell from the roof, but then he came in through the window, ragdoll, and hit the man, smashing him into the wall of the kitchen.
Dazed, the man looked around. His master wasn't moving but he hit him. He pushed the master off and tried to get up but heard stomping. He couldn't see it, but something was in the kitchen with him. He cowered in fear, pissed himself and ran for the backdoor, but the table slid in the way and blocked him. He couldn't move it. There was another stomp. He looked around and saw a red ring coming down at him. The ring opened up, revealing a set of fangs. It's breath was hot, it smelled like the master. Something grabbed him and pulled him up by his leg in the air, then it came off. The man screamed as he fell to the floor, blood spewing everywhere. Not for long. Something pierced his chest and stuck him to the floor. He couldn't yell anymore, just stare at the teeth eating his leg.
It said more. It needed more. Didn't get enough. The man died staring at the mouth, caked in blood, eat him and the master. Must've eaten everyone.
~END OF ARC 4~