This is a dream I had last night, and has hardly been changed from its
original form. (Except there are no visuals, of course.) It felt like it
could turn into quite the story hook, so if anyone wishes to expand from
this. Only Brianna Stevens, the Shadowcrawler, belongs to me. The rest
belong to their respective creators, and are all commercial properties.
Don't sue me, please. MSTs are welcomed, as long as I am informed.
The Hunt by Atreyu Hibiki
I am running. I am racing, chasing, through a forest over laden with undergrowth. I know not what it is I am chasing. Beside me, just ahead, are two of the finest trackers I have ever met, both of whom I can relate well to, for different reasons. On my left is Logan, the Wolverine. It is said that he is a mutant. On the right is Cutter, Blood of Ten Chiefs, leader of the Wolfriders. He reminds me somewhat of a previous traveling companion of mine. We continue our pursuit of whatever it is, plunging onward, onward through the dark depths of the night, our only source of light the small pools of moonlight that manage to penetrate the low branches. I become aware of two more members of our traveling party, those who are following directly behind me. One is a woman shrouded in darkness, who calls herself Brianna. In the darkness, she is completely invisible. I can only see her when she steps into the moonlight for a moment. For some reason, this triggers a memory that sends a chill up my spine. The other is Leonardo, the sword master, and a mutant in his own right, albeit of a different sort than Logan. His appearance is fairly reptilian, with a shell, but it matters not. Our hasty, silent pursuit through the woods has come to a halt for the moment. We have crested a ridge, and there, in the distance, lies a castle. It is a breathtaking sight, and then I catch my first glimpse of our prey. It is a parademon, and it vaguely resembles an orc with wings. Cutter reaches it first, and makes short work of its' pitiful existence, but there is plenty of opportunities for all. For now, rising like a black cloud against the night sky from the castle comes a swarm, nay, a plague of parademons, presumably to take revenge for their fallen comrade, or perhaps simply to protect their dark master. On the breeze, I can hear Darkseid's chilling laughter, and I unsheathe my well-used battleaxe. Enemies beware, for I am Gimli, son of Gloin, and none shall escape my wrath.
(Wolverine is copyright Marvel Comics. Cutter is c. WaRP Graphics. Leonardo is c. Eastman and Laird. Gimli is c. I don't know, the estate of J.R.R. Tolkein?)
The Hunt by Atreyu Hibiki
I am running. I am racing, chasing, through a forest over laden with undergrowth. I know not what it is I am chasing. Beside me, just ahead, are two of the finest trackers I have ever met, both of whom I can relate well to, for different reasons. On my left is Logan, the Wolverine. It is said that he is a mutant. On the right is Cutter, Blood of Ten Chiefs, leader of the Wolfriders. He reminds me somewhat of a previous traveling companion of mine. We continue our pursuit of whatever it is, plunging onward, onward through the dark depths of the night, our only source of light the small pools of moonlight that manage to penetrate the low branches. I become aware of two more members of our traveling party, those who are following directly behind me. One is a woman shrouded in darkness, who calls herself Brianna. In the darkness, she is completely invisible. I can only see her when she steps into the moonlight for a moment. For some reason, this triggers a memory that sends a chill up my spine. The other is Leonardo, the sword master, and a mutant in his own right, albeit of a different sort than Logan. His appearance is fairly reptilian, with a shell, but it matters not. Our hasty, silent pursuit through the woods has come to a halt for the moment. We have crested a ridge, and there, in the distance, lies a castle. It is a breathtaking sight, and then I catch my first glimpse of our prey. It is a parademon, and it vaguely resembles an orc with wings. Cutter reaches it first, and makes short work of its' pitiful existence, but there is plenty of opportunities for all. For now, rising like a black cloud against the night sky from the castle comes a swarm, nay, a plague of parademons, presumably to take revenge for their fallen comrade, or perhaps simply to protect their dark master. On the breeze, I can hear Darkseid's chilling laughter, and I unsheathe my well-used battleaxe. Enemies beware, for I am Gimli, son of Gloin, and none shall escape my wrath.
(Wolverine is copyright Marvel Comics. Cutter is c. WaRP Graphics. Leonardo is c. Eastman and Laird. Gimli is c. I don't know, the estate of J.R.R. Tolkein?)