One time I saw a Filipino Cab driver cut out a cancer with a rusty butter knife...Thought of the day: "I'm so; hidden and you're never gonna see.. I'm cold; forgiven all because of my beliefs.. I'm no; body that you'd ever wanna be.. Cause I know that the world is afraid of me..."
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Listening To: "Mad World" - Gary Jules
Mood: Creative/RPing EPIC!
Watching: Death note AMV's
Writing: Story and drawing fan requests.
Reading: Story.?
Health Status: Sore..exercise and falling in the snow hurts..
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OKAY! So...after some fan-art and taking some requests I have decided to post Chapter 6!! DUN DUN DUN!! xD Are you excited? I am..even though I wrote it...I am weird like that...*dances*
I have a fan-requested pic that's going to be posted soon too of AodxFaye... which, btw, AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN! AHAHAHAHA! But I can't ignore the few fans I have of this lil story so I said Yes, even though it makes me shiver and weird out.
Other than my Death note obsession, nothing much to update on besides my artsyness returning to me and the fact I NEED MONEYS SOON! Dimmu is coming back to Toronto in April and I want to see them so I needs teh moneys! T.T
Oh and fyi, ROB ZOMBEH OWNED! I smuggled in my batteries to snap piccies with my camera..got some good shots that are on my facebook, myspace and DA account so check 'em out!
Anyways.. CHAPTER 6!
Chapter 6: The Guardian's Wounds
Markus took a long drink from the worn-out army canteen
attached to his belt. He seemed more than parched after walking for more than a
few hours and a few miles. His throat jolted downwards as the cold water
finally hit him; sending a chill of relief throughout his body. Sweat dripped
from his forehead and he was quick to wipe it away in hopes Faye would not
recognize the intense fatigue that was now affecting him. His breaths were long
and deep; as if he were gasping for air after being trapped under water for
several minutes.
"We'll rest here while we wait for those two to catch
up" Faye announced; having taken a seat on a nearby fallen tree, she
looked deep into the dark fog that was now lingering just ahead of their path.
"Don't think I haven't noticed. You've aged and we can't have you worn out
for battle, now can we?" She said, looking over at her friend with a grin.
Markus took a seat at the end of the fallen tree, placing
his equipment aside and slumping over in an attempt to relax. It was true he'd
aged quite a fair bit from the last time he and Faye traveled together. He was
only 17 years old when they'd met; a mere boy on the battlefield but he was
full of determination and skill. Now, from a rugged young man on the
battlefield, he was a worn and wise old Warrior with tales to tell; looking for
his one final battle.
"I've grown wise, not old ma' dear" Markus made
quick to defend himself. He knew his defense was weak against Faye for she knew
far too much about him to belief his covers now.
Faye looked over at him with an inquisitive stare "and
I'm supposed to believe that?" she spoke in a low, shallow tone.
"You're nearly pushing into your 60th birthday and here you are telling me
that you're not old. I see the silver flicks of wisdom in your beard, but as
well, I see the scars and bruises of many years in tireless battle. It's worn
you old friend."
Markus looked at Faye, a look of submission upon his face,
he was defeated and he knew it quite well. "Perhaps that is so, but I can
still fight."
"That, I do believe."
A terrifying howl pierced coldly through the silence of the
rising morn. Both Faye and Markus were quick to look in the direction from whence
it came, seeing nothing more than the thick blanket of fog that had seeped in.
Despite his fatigue, Markus grasped his battle axe with strong hands, prepared
for any battle that may arise. Faye did not move much more than her eyes,
slowly they'd closed in order to determine the exact location of the howl's
origins as well, the location of their friends.
"That howl is far enough, for now." Faye spoke
with tranquility in her voice.
Within a moment, Faye had flipped over from her seat, just
in time to dodge the attack of a dark Orc. His short sword, jagged and worn,
hardly fit for killing anyone other than tormenting them to death, sliced the
air beneath her. Gracefully she landed behind the Orc, its slumped posture and
thin body structure allowing any being to quickly pin point its weak spots.
Faye's eyes narrowed, a devious smirk forming over her pale lips as within a
flash, she'd unsheathed both her long swords and jammed one of them directly
into the spot where the spinal chord attaches to the brain, severing movement
completely while the other sword completely cut off the Orc's right leg. A fierce
roar echoed from the beast's throat before Markus decapitated it with one foul
swoop from his battle axe, tearing the Orc's head clean off.
"There will be more not far off now" Faye
announced. She'd formed herself gracefully against the ground, a single knee
bent while her opposite leg was outstretched, allowing her to come as close to
the ground as possible without eliminating the use of her arms for attack. Both
swords were quickly wiped clean of Orc's blood, to avoid attracting other
unwanted guests with its scent, and re-sheathed in their holsters. Faye was
quick to take a high leap into the trees and another high into the sky, she
needed a survey and quickly.
Markus nodded, slinging his battle axe over his shoulders
and beginning a run forward into the fog. The blanket of mist was heavy and
thick, allowing very limited sight to the point that he could not see his hand in
front of his face. Though, with enough battle experience and fighting in the
pitch black, Markus' other senses were attuned to him, allowing him enough
knowledge of where to go and when to move as to avoid running into anything or
anyone.
Faye dropped down the ground; landing silently, crouched to
absorb the impact and quickly took into a sprint after her comrade. Closing her
eyes, she scanned the area with her mind, the fog useless against her
territorial knowledge and illusionary deciphering skills. Her eyes widened and
she ran up just behind Markus, he was breathing heavily, his age once more
coming into affect. She looked over, noting the anger in his eyes for he knew
his old age was keeping him down again. Faye grasped his shoulder, slowing him
down to a halt so he may rest for a moment before they carried on.
"You certainly do not want to die here now do
you?" She questioned her friend.
"I'm not going to die just yet!" Markus replied, wielding
his battle axe with fearless strength.
"Damn" Faye said as she looked around, "it's
gotten a lot thicker."
"I can't see a damned thing" replied Markus, his
eyes and ears scanning for any sign of danger.
A small Orc, an obvious assassin in rank, slunk into the
fog, closing in on Faye. A small axe was clasped in his hands as he let out a
powerful shriek just as he readied the killing blow. A dark cloud swirled in
around him from above, clearing a small patch of fog in its wake as it seemed
to nearly swallow the beast in its darkness and leave him dead on the ground.
"You're late." Faye mocked.
"Humph" was the only reply as the cloud unfurled
itself, leaving only crimson eyes to be seen in the darkness. Aod had swooped
in silently from above; letting the breeze carry him on his large wings to
follow the Orc assassin with his dangerous eyes until he could make a move.
Within a moment, Aod had spun himself around, and with little more than a flick
of his wrist, cut a large Orc warrior in half.
Faye flicked up two small throwing knives from a leather
band on her thigh and tossed one, with great precision, into the Orc's throat,
rendering his voice useless to form any shriek or cry that would bring the
attention of his comrades. The other was tossed into Aod's shoulder, just above
his collarbone. Her arms then folded and she smiled victoriously.
"So then where's the kid?" she questioned.
Aod did not wince for a moment before looking at his wound,
letting a bit of blood show before he pulled the weapon out and threw it back
to Faye. "He's over there" he replied, pointing to a large tree that
seemed to be trembling.
Faye snatched up the knife, just before it nearly struck her
in the face and spun it quick to flick off the blood and re-sheathed it with
the others at her thigh. Walking over to the tree Faye looked sarcastically
with curiousness. "Trees in these parts do neither tremble nor whimper
without wind" she spoke into the fog before reaching up into the leaves
and grabbing Vaan from his hiding spot.
Vaan fell to the ground with a thud, "hey!" he
spoke in his defense before rubbing his head from the impact. Looking around
cautiously, as if paranoid, "aren't you scared there are more of those
things around!?" Vaan spoke with a panic in his voice.
Faye quickly turned her attention back to Aod who was
sitting calmly against the base of the tree; his face expressionless once more
and his eyes closed. "Orcs only travel in groups of 3 to attack, so we've
got little more to worry about than this fog now." Faye spoke
absent-mindedly as she knelt down beside Aod before looking over towards Markus
who had taken his own position sitting at the base of a tree not far from the
one they sat at. "Are you alright?" she questioned towards Markus.
"Aye I'm fine ma' dear, just take care of that
boy." Markus said, closing his eyes and smiling, finally able to rest
peacefully after the battle they'd endured.
Faye nodded before looking back at Aod's wound. It wasn't
very large, just enough to cause any normal person to halt for a brief moment
to allow the attacker time to get close. A few drips of blood seemed to seep
from the small hole, but nothing of great severity. As Faye pushed Aod's cloak
off his shoulder, giving her a better examination of the wound, Vaan stared
curiously as to what exactly she was going to do to him. Slowly she placed two
of her fingers on the wound and watched as it began to close as if never being
made at all. Vaan's eyes were wide in wonder to her abilities; she was putting
in absolutely no effort to the healing process at all. Aod's eyes opened and he
looked in Faye's direction just as she finished the healing. Faye's attention
was on the wound and she smiled, placing her hands on her knees before looking
up at her partner with a confident expression on her face "all done."
Aod smiled in return to her kindness before fixing his cloak
and standing up. Vaan was still awe-struck at what he'd just seen with so many
questions running through his head.
Faye stood slowly from her position and looked up at the
sky. "Unfortunately we've got little time to rest now, our destination
needs to be reached by dawn and it seems dawn is almost upon us."
Markus slowly opened his eyes and stood from his seat at a
tree's base and once more slung his large axe over his back to be carried as
they moved onward.
Vaan still sat, letting out a heavy sigh as he had just
gotten into the hopes they'd be able to rest for some time.
"Serpent's Fangs isn't far off now." Markus spoke,
his voice still mild with weariness, but better than before. "We'd best
get a move on if we're to make it by morn."
With the final words being spoken, the group moved forward
again through the thick fog as the sky became brighter and brighter with the
rising dawn. They would go toward Serpent's Fangs their destination to
determine their next operative mission in the war and in which direction to
head.
I SWEAR I'll update more often now, cuz I know you love reading this stuff..xD
-- Lady De Wintre --
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