Sinful Tears « Result #6 on Aug 30, 2008, 6:51pm »
[†]The Story[†]
Over 800 years ago large wolf like beings roamed the soils of this earth. They were feared by the Indians of the land, but also worshiped for their strengths and abilities. The Indians gave them sacrifices from their sheep flocks and cow herds. The wolves accepted them, leaving alone the villages and people, but a new threat soon came.
White men were invading the lands and taking over everything. This angered the wolves and they began killing all on sight, but little the wolves knew of the weapons they had. Instead of running and fearing the wolves, they began to hunt them. They used guns and knives, something the wolves had never seen before, so they vanished into the woods. There they evolved, turning from Werewolves to Lycans. They were able to keep their human forms and were able to live among the people of the world, but the time they chose to re-emerge was one of the worst. Talk of witchcraft and magic was spreading, and how all who possessed it were to be burned.
The lycans feared for their lives, so they stayed hidden and secluded. Slayers were being trained to hunt down the unholy creatures of this world, but to the lychons relief they were spared. They had been forgotten, but it wasn't long until they were once again discovered. The people of the villages began to fear the night and the Slayers began to hunt the lycans. Most thought they could not hold human form, but it was soon learned they could and killings of lycans in their human forms began to be reported.
The Slayers began to hunt the lycans as their main creature and their race began to disappear. Many Slayers appeared at night, when a lycan had no choice but to change into the wolf-like creatures. With fear once again striking them, they ran into the forests and hid away from the world.
The emerged once more, able to keep human form and change at will; but different conditions had different effects on the lychons, so clans began to form. The clans were separated by jealousy and hatred for each other. The clans began to fight and feud over who was better. Their war raged on for years in the silence of the night. Eventually all hunting for those of the dark arts stopped – the Slayers went into a state of dormancy, waiting till the return of the Lycans.The Lychons again began killing off flocks and herds, but with the disappearances and strange noises of them fighting in the night the Slayers soon returned. They were better equipped and with more knowledge of their species. An all out war broke out between the races, one against the other.
Throughout time the two have fought and many have been killed, generations of father and son have taken their places in the war, but the lycans still feud with each other, killing off each other along with the Slayers. As time pasded the lycans had to go into secrecy, living away and in secrecy.The slayers began to create new weapons,one in perticuler they have used like drugs.Once injected this serem turns a lycan normal,and once their powers are gone the slayers fornce them into their school,and use them to learn more about the clans. In today’s world they still walk among us, along with Slayers, but with a new school that trains the Slayers, and The Lycan clans becoming more aggressive from the temptations of today, will the lycan race be able to survive? Who will be left standing in the end?
While most sing a tale about gory deaths and dramatic love losses, there is one equine who does none of that. He is the one who causes those who sing those tales to have a story to tell.
Thinking of the devil, or Mephistopheles? No. He is worse. The devil just tortures lost souls of the dead. Mephistopheles just haunts the dreams of those who slumber. The one I speak of is the one who sends the lost souls to the devil. The one who thinks himself as the god of the new world.
He name is (NAME HERE).
(NAME HERE) didn't have something tragic happen to him to make him this way, to make him demand death such as this. No. That is just who he is. He craves the suffering of others, he loves the thrill of watching others bleed to death at his feet. The thing that he really loves is to hear the cries loved ones make as the last breath fades out of the victim's mouth.
How would he stake his lust for death and blood you ask. Well, the only way he thinks is fun. Sacrifice. Sacrificing live equines for his own god-like needs. Once a month on the quarter moon a sacrifice must be made from one of the several herds that are unde(NAME HERE)'s rule. If all the herds fail to comply with his demands then a full out blood bath occurs. (NAME HERE) goes out on a rampage, killing any that stands in his way or he feels should not live to take another breath.
(NAME HERE) doesn't give his victims a quick painless death. No, that is to easy. In stead he makes them climb to the top of the highest peak in his personal terra and take a leap off a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff, several hundred feet down, is jagged rocks. Not a single soul could survive the fall. As the equines fall (NAME HERE) loves to listen to their blood curdling screams, then, the resounding thud that follows. Then, an eerie silence that follows, showing that once again a life was taken by another's greed.
Using trickery and whit, he collects followers, or creates fear in everyones heart. One day, he will show you a perfect world.
"I had dreamt of a world that no one else could have seen In the spreading darkness I exchanged vows of revolution Dreams turn into ideals And I threw away everything that I didn’t need Like the feelings that dwell in my heart
Still in the rift between reality and ideals Even if my feet are bound by shackles of sacrifice My overflowing impulse cannot be repressed because I have a heart that yearns powerfully
Lies Fear Vanity Grief I won’t be weak enough To be apprehended by these forms of negativity I am a trickster who knows no loneliness
Someday, I'll show you a brilliant world"
Note: Where it says "Name here" it is because this character has yet to made/take it's place as the king of everything
A small smile formed upon her lips at his joke, rolling her eyes slightly at her new acquaintance. She spotted a dandelion also, snatching it up between her lips and chomping it down. She had always been somewhat of a light eater, she guessed partly because of nervousness and the fact that she was forced to move so often. Always wary of being in one place for too long and maybe being unaware of what was going on around her, unsuspecting.
She was what one of her dear friends called her, a deep thinker. He was right, she assumed, he was always right, she smirked to herself, thinking about the past years. At that moment she realized how much she missed some of the others in her old herd, before she abandoned them. He eyes filled with guilt and loneliness as she stopped eating, keeping her head down to the ground, consumed in her thoughts.