DogOfHavoc
Future Tragedy
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I wrote this for some fan fic on dotastrategy.com and figured I'd post it here. All comments are welcome.
Part 1
Rikimaru crouched low in the bushes, peering into the surrounding darkness. The forest was alive with the sounds of movement, some benign, others more sinister. His sword was slung across his back and his hands were slick with sweat. Eyes darting around, he waited for danger. He was not dissapointed. Through a swathe in the bushes he had a clear view of a moonlit clearing. As he watched, an ominous silhouette loomed into view. As Rikimaru's eyes adjusted he could see the creature's features in better detail. It was a tall humanoid, over six feet tall. Head to toe it was covered in a dark red fur, with a long black cape winding down its back. Its eyes were a blazing dark orange, they seemed to soak in all the nearby light. As Rikimaru watched the creature let out a bloodcurdling howl, chilling the very air Rikimaru breathed. Heeding the call, two massive wolves came loping out of the woods, their dark black fur glistening in the moonlight. Rikimaru was more frightened then he had ever been in his life. Afraid for his life, he began to slowly slip away. Then the creature did something that made the Stealth Assassin freeze. Sniffing the air, the creature turned and looked to the very spot where Rikimaru hid. It's eyes pierced the darkness and it let out a low growl. Then it dropped on all fours and pounded towards Rikimaru, its wolves in tow. The Stealth Assassin sprung into action. Hopping up, he crooked his elbows and slung himself into the tree above him. His sweaty hands fumbled in the branches, but he continued to climb. Banehollow was not amused. Sinking his deep claws into the heart of the tree, he began to propel himself up the tree. Seemingly hurling himself upward rather than climbing. The wolves circled around the base of the tree, sharks eager for a meal. As they climbed higher, the canopy thinned and the cold whipping lash of the nigh wind began to berate them. The Lycan held fast in the driving gales, but Rikimaru struggled. His slight frame was whipped around and he struggled to keep his footing with his cumbersome satyr hooves. Glancing down he realized Banehollow was closing in for the kill. Thinking fast, the satyr whipped one of his smoke bombs into the wind. It exploded in mid air, and the whole tree was shrouded in a dark cloud of smoke. Seizing his chance, Riki spun around and dove down from the branches. As he fell he unslung his sword and holding it tightly plunged towards the blurry shape of the werewolf. At the last second the smoke cleared and the Lycan saw the hurtling assassin, but it was too late. The cruel sickle satyr blade plunged into the Lycan. It tore all the way from his shoulder to his lower back, leaving a gaping gash down his spine. He grasped for Rikimaru, and together they feel intertwined to the earth. The Satyr was able to stay on top, and Banehollow broke his fall...and his own back. Unhurt, Rikimaru stumbled off of the limp body and hurtled back into the forest, intent on completing his mission. Back at the tree the shadow wolves had found their master. They let out a mournful cry and nudged him gently. Banehollow let out a moan of pain, and gasping for breath fumbled for his pouch. Withdrawing a small vial of healing salves, he hurriedly placed them on his wounds and slipped into a feverish sleep.
Part 1
Rikimaru crouched low in the bushes, peering into the surrounding darkness. The forest was alive with the sounds of movement, some benign, others more sinister. His sword was slung across his back and his hands were slick with sweat. Eyes darting around, he waited for danger. He was not dissapointed. Through a swathe in the bushes he had a clear view of a moonlit clearing. As he watched, an ominous silhouette loomed into view. As Rikimaru's eyes adjusted he could see the creature's features in better detail. It was a tall humanoid, over six feet tall. Head to toe it was covered in a dark red fur, with a long black cape winding down its back. Its eyes were a blazing dark orange, they seemed to soak in all the nearby light. As Rikimaru watched the creature let out a bloodcurdling howl, chilling the very air Rikimaru breathed. Heeding the call, two massive wolves came loping out of the woods, their dark black fur glistening in the moonlight. Rikimaru was more frightened then he had ever been in his life. Afraid for his life, he began to slowly slip away. Then the creature did something that made the Stealth Assassin freeze. Sniffing the air, the creature turned and looked to the very spot where Rikimaru hid. It's eyes pierced the darkness and it let out a low growl. Then it dropped on all fours and pounded towards Rikimaru, its wolves in tow. The Stealth Assassin sprung into action. Hopping up, he crooked his elbows and slung himself into the tree above him. His sweaty hands fumbled in the branches, but he continued to climb. Banehollow was not amused. Sinking his deep claws into the heart of the tree, he began to propel himself up the tree. Seemingly hurling himself upward rather than climbing. The wolves circled around the base of the tree, sharks eager for a meal. As they climbed higher, the canopy thinned and the cold whipping lash of the nigh wind began to berate them. The Lycan held fast in the driving gales, but Rikimaru struggled. His slight frame was whipped around and he struggled to keep his footing with his cumbersome satyr hooves. Glancing down he realized Banehollow was closing in for the kill. Thinking fast, the satyr whipped one of his smoke bombs into the wind. It exploded in mid air, and the whole tree was shrouded in a dark cloud of smoke. Seizing his chance, Riki spun around and dove down from the branches. As he fell he unslung his sword and holding it tightly plunged towards the blurry shape of the werewolf. At the last second the smoke cleared and the Lycan saw the hurtling assassin, but it was too late. The cruel sickle satyr blade plunged into the Lycan. It tore all the way from his shoulder to his lower back, leaving a gaping gash down his spine. He grasped for Rikimaru, and together they feel intertwined to the earth. The Satyr was able to stay on top, and Banehollow broke his fall...and his own back. Unhurt, Rikimaru stumbled off of the limp body and hurtled back into the forest, intent on completing his mission. Back at the tree the shadow wolves had found their master. They let out a mournful cry and nudged him gently. Banehollow let out a moan of pain, and gasping for breath fumbled for his pouch. Withdrawing a small vial of healing salves, he hurriedly placed them on his wounds and slipped into a feverish sleep.