WE ARE..........
DISCLAIMER: Everything from Final Fantasy the game series do not belong to me. Not beta-read, no spellchecker, mistakes a guarantee.
NOTES: This first story has ended up darker and different then what I had intended and consequently I have upped the rating to PG13, it might even be an R. Also.....
TYPHOON added thanks to Collective Unconscious (my first ever review!). CHOCO/MOG is on my definite to write list. The others pending.
BAHAMUT spelling correction thanks to Rori Firehawk.
I appreciate the reviews.
My spelling is not all that so don't be suprised if any more mistakes turn up.
Everyone will have to hold their breathes as to whether this is any good. Plus on one final note I would like to add that my writing style is likely to vary, I don't know why it just turns out that way.
I AM............
CEREBERUS
Shadows creeped across the walls, the owners vaporous and unknown, insubstantial, dimmed light within the blackened tomb, drowning, desperately clinging onto some sort of sembelence. In the distance a strange echo, not of laughter, not of cheers but wailing, groaning, screaming, pain, suffering, beings in the fro of agony, so distant and so far off as appeared figments of the ear, as like the sanity of the beings that owned them, unreal, departed.
Suddenly, from the depths of the darkness a shadow moved out of context, not a reflextion of something best unseen, but of substance, something creeping in this place, something alive. No sooner had it moved it was beyond sight, but still, beneath the faded cries an almost secretive shuffling could be heard, freezing the soul more so then the other sounds that resounded against the walls.
Now there was heavy breathing as though in barely contained fear, shuffling steps, cautious but not mysterious and secretive, moving closer, coming from the direction of the faded light source.
The skulking shadow moved again, more silent still, in anticipation, waiting for the invader of this dead place to get closer, within reach.
The heavy breathing was held for a second, even the screams dimming in the oppressive lull. The stillness seemed to go on forever, then a sigh followed, the breathing continued once more, steps, clapping so quietly along the rough ground. A shuffle of black and the steps paused once more.
Everything changed, rapidly and without warning. A sharp intake, a roar that could shed the pigments from skin, a shout, and then the whistle of wind as the black mass sped at the interloper. The pale light showing but a slim outline, a giant dark beast with a peculiar shape, deformed.
The folly brave that had entered raised a glinting item at the creature but still it set forth its relentless charge at the stranger. The being set to one knee in preperation, the other did not stop.
Within seconds of the first breath the beast was apon the outsider, the item in its hands useless, ripped away with a giant heavy hand. Then the new being screamed in fear and rage. Another limb went out, the light catching it in a way that showed it was far removed from the human hand, no phalanges but one hefty whole. The scream was cut off, its owner staggering to the side but despite whatever damaged had been inflicted, it rose swiftly and with fear induced courage sprang away, too quick for a next attack.
Then desperate stillness once more, the interloper gone, the unknown entity pausing. A deep and fierce rumbling coming from it, a growl, timbourous. Then it moved back to where it had first rised from, casual and at ease as the threat, the trespasser had gone.
The beast walked farther into the ebon walking beyond the black to where the pitched and hitching screams resonated from. Light grew brighter as a new source became apparant, slowly the beast became visible, a shape forming in the gloom.
A shoulder gradually appeared, rolling in the socket. The view of a head still partially obscured, high brow, long nose, a flash of dirty yellow eyes. As more of the beast became clearer it was noticable that it was far from ordinary, with not one but three heads each with baleful gazes and muzzles, canine in looks with a considerable body that heaved with muscles, trunks like legs that were large enough to bear the weight upon them.
The head on the right snapped irratibly at the head in the center, teeth knashing in a half-hearted attempt. The middle head responded in turn, this time gaining a hold on the other one, the left head snarled. Soon the giant dog stopped, each head taking in turns to try and tear at the others, snarling reaching a cresendo, over shadowing the human sufferings. A rumble in the distance and all the heads ceased in their squabble.
Onward the creature continued, each cranium looking away from the ones next to it. Soon the great creature came apon the end, a huge, simple, iron wrought gate covering the passage, locked tight, to keep in and to keep out.
It was from in front of this obstacle that the beast stopped. For here was its true place. A place where it had guarded for a millenia and more, where its duty was required for its entire existance.
This monstrous dog was Cereberus, hells own guard dog, the devils pet. This beast however was no fluffy bundle of fun, no cheeky little doggie wagging its tail. This was a blood thirsty and relentless creature, whose jaws were made for crunching bone, tearing flesh, its paws clawed for swiping and squashing lesser beings. The guardian of hell who prevented the living to invade and the dead to escape their own personal torment.
Cereberus had served long and well, its place set for its existance. In the end it would die here as those that entered had died but this strange three- headed beast would finish its life gladly in the service of the devil himself.
Lying in the light of the fires of hell, Cereberus waited, patiently, silently, loyally. Its trio set of eyes ever alert, its place set in the scheme of life or death.
Cereberus watched and it waited.
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MORE NOTES: I am not entirely happy with this so I may write a new story for Cereberus but first I will write for the others before attempting this again. Sorry it is a bit short. Please review!
DISCLAIMER: Everything from Final Fantasy the game series do not belong to me. Not beta-read, no spellchecker, mistakes a guarantee.
NOTES: This first story has ended up darker and different then what I had intended and consequently I have upped the rating to PG13, it might even be an R. Also.....
TYPHOON added thanks to Collective Unconscious (my first ever review!). CHOCO/MOG is on my definite to write list. The others pending.
BAHAMUT spelling correction thanks to Rori Firehawk.
I appreciate the reviews.
My spelling is not all that so don't be suprised if any more mistakes turn up.
Everyone will have to hold their breathes as to whether this is any good. Plus on one final note I would like to add that my writing style is likely to vary, I don't know why it just turns out that way.
I AM............
CEREBERUS
Shadows creeped across the walls, the owners vaporous and unknown, insubstantial, dimmed light within the blackened tomb, drowning, desperately clinging onto some sort of sembelence. In the distance a strange echo, not of laughter, not of cheers but wailing, groaning, screaming, pain, suffering, beings in the fro of agony, so distant and so far off as appeared figments of the ear, as like the sanity of the beings that owned them, unreal, departed.
Suddenly, from the depths of the darkness a shadow moved out of context, not a reflextion of something best unseen, but of substance, something creeping in this place, something alive. No sooner had it moved it was beyond sight, but still, beneath the faded cries an almost secretive shuffling could be heard, freezing the soul more so then the other sounds that resounded against the walls.
Now there was heavy breathing as though in barely contained fear, shuffling steps, cautious but not mysterious and secretive, moving closer, coming from the direction of the faded light source.
The skulking shadow moved again, more silent still, in anticipation, waiting for the invader of this dead place to get closer, within reach.
The heavy breathing was held for a second, even the screams dimming in the oppressive lull. The stillness seemed to go on forever, then a sigh followed, the breathing continued once more, steps, clapping so quietly along the rough ground. A shuffle of black and the steps paused once more.
Everything changed, rapidly and without warning. A sharp intake, a roar that could shed the pigments from skin, a shout, and then the whistle of wind as the black mass sped at the interloper. The pale light showing but a slim outline, a giant dark beast with a peculiar shape, deformed.
The folly brave that had entered raised a glinting item at the creature but still it set forth its relentless charge at the stranger. The being set to one knee in preperation, the other did not stop.
Within seconds of the first breath the beast was apon the outsider, the item in its hands useless, ripped away with a giant heavy hand. Then the new being screamed in fear and rage. Another limb went out, the light catching it in a way that showed it was far removed from the human hand, no phalanges but one hefty whole. The scream was cut off, its owner staggering to the side but despite whatever damaged had been inflicted, it rose swiftly and with fear induced courage sprang away, too quick for a next attack.
Then desperate stillness once more, the interloper gone, the unknown entity pausing. A deep and fierce rumbling coming from it, a growl, timbourous. Then it moved back to where it had first rised from, casual and at ease as the threat, the trespasser had gone.
The beast walked farther into the ebon walking beyond the black to where the pitched and hitching screams resonated from. Light grew brighter as a new source became apparant, slowly the beast became visible, a shape forming in the gloom.
A shoulder gradually appeared, rolling in the socket. The view of a head still partially obscured, high brow, long nose, a flash of dirty yellow eyes. As more of the beast became clearer it was noticable that it was far from ordinary, with not one but three heads each with baleful gazes and muzzles, canine in looks with a considerable body that heaved with muscles, trunks like legs that were large enough to bear the weight upon them.
The head on the right snapped irratibly at the head in the center, teeth knashing in a half-hearted attempt. The middle head responded in turn, this time gaining a hold on the other one, the left head snarled. Soon the giant dog stopped, each head taking in turns to try and tear at the others, snarling reaching a cresendo, over shadowing the human sufferings. A rumble in the distance and all the heads ceased in their squabble.
Onward the creature continued, each cranium looking away from the ones next to it. Soon the great creature came apon the end, a huge, simple, iron wrought gate covering the passage, locked tight, to keep in and to keep out.
It was from in front of this obstacle that the beast stopped. For here was its true place. A place where it had guarded for a millenia and more, where its duty was required for its entire existance.
This monstrous dog was Cereberus, hells own guard dog, the devils pet. This beast however was no fluffy bundle of fun, no cheeky little doggie wagging its tail. This was a blood thirsty and relentless creature, whose jaws were made for crunching bone, tearing flesh, its paws clawed for swiping and squashing lesser beings. The guardian of hell who prevented the living to invade and the dead to escape their own personal torment.
Cereberus had served long and well, its place set for its existance. In the end it would die here as those that entered had died but this strange three- headed beast would finish its life gladly in the service of the devil himself.
Lying in the light of the fires of hell, Cereberus waited, patiently, silently, loyally. Its trio set of eyes ever alert, its place set in the scheme of life or death.
Cereberus watched and it waited.
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MORE NOTES: I am not entirely happy with this so I may write a new story for Cereberus but first I will write for the others before attempting this again. Sorry it is a bit short. Please review!