The Fury stomped over the ground, and swung its head up, looking toward the
black figures of Astarael and Shadowrage. A rasping, evil voice whispered
into all of the minds of every being on Zi. There is no day so dark it
hissed that it cannot grow darker; No being so strong it cannot be
crushed. Or are you immortal, Death Wolf? Blue-white seared through the
clear day, and I screamed.
The tiny figure of the dark zoid crumpled and fell with a heart-rending cry, a cry cut off with the finality pf death. Astarael reached frantically for Shadowrage, but he was gone. A greater power than hers wrenched him away from her.
It was not sound as such, that cut across the senses of every living creature on the field, but pain. It was a cry of anguish, of grief, of terror; it triggered the worst memories of every person on the field, and sent them reeling. It went on and on, a grief like a sword cutting them in a million pieces.
-and it was not sane.
A wave of pure malevolence rolled over Astarael, overwhelming the slim protection she had. The pain of the evil blinded her, threw her to her knees, and drove into her belly like a knife.
Blind.
Deaf.
Mute.
Paralyzed.
Devoured by agony.
She fought for a handhold in that sudden sea of horror, a single point on which she could concentrate, a single piece of debris in her shattered world that she could use to keep herself from drowning in madness.
Focus.
Raven.
He reached for her, he tried to save her, but she was battered. She saw the agony in his clear amethyst eyes as he reached, but to no avail.
She was with the pain, in the pain, made of pain for an instant that was an eternity, while her blood boiled and her skin burned and a fire erupted inside of her that was hotter than the particles that had destroyed the world around her.
Then.....
Nothing.
Did'ja like? I have an idea about why Raven and Vega look so much alike, but the timeline might be messed up, and some other stuff. Anyway, review!
The tiny figure of the dark zoid crumpled and fell with a heart-rending cry, a cry cut off with the finality pf death. Astarael reached frantically for Shadowrage, but he was gone. A greater power than hers wrenched him away from her.
It was not sound as such, that cut across the senses of every living creature on the field, but pain. It was a cry of anguish, of grief, of terror; it triggered the worst memories of every person on the field, and sent them reeling. It went on and on, a grief like a sword cutting them in a million pieces.
-and it was not sane.
A wave of pure malevolence rolled over Astarael, overwhelming the slim protection she had. The pain of the evil blinded her, threw her to her knees, and drove into her belly like a knife.
Blind.
Deaf.
Mute.
Paralyzed.
Devoured by agony.
She fought for a handhold in that sudden sea of horror, a single point on which she could concentrate, a single piece of debris in her shattered world that she could use to keep herself from drowning in madness.
Focus.
Raven.
He reached for her, he tried to save her, but she was battered. She saw the agony in his clear amethyst eyes as he reached, but to no avail.
She was with the pain, in the pain, made of pain for an instant that was an eternity, while her blood boiled and her skin burned and a fire erupted inside of her that was hotter than the particles that had destroyed the world around her.
Then.....
Nothing.
Did'ja like? I have an idea about why Raven and Vega look so much alike, but the timeline might be messed up, and some other stuff. Anyway, review!