Chapter 2: Adia
(Authors note: you asked you got) The mist swirled over the hot embers of the fire pits the chill quieted by the tortured cry of the wind. Moving swiftly threw the rugged terrain of the forest. His clawed hands are clenched the Soul Reaver glowing the eerie blue ghost of power. Raziel could not feel the ground under his feet as he ran, his feet pounding the dusty earth. His thoughts drifted as he moved the map in his other hand. Jumping threw the branches and shrubs he came to a clearing.
Raziel: (thoughts/flashback) Smoke rose from the chimneys of the small hut buildings of plaster and cold stone. Silence over ran the daytime, which would usually be bustling with commotion of the people going to the flea market. The only sound heard were the crows calling to each ther in the faint distance. What was once a charging and gurgling of the beasts that roamed the shadows of this place broke silence called Nosgoth. Masses of black and gray bodies surrounded the small village their teeth bared ready to take their prey. Once the sound reverberated a panic spread threw the people there. Cries and screams was the only thing heard. Vampires of a clan whose name had been forgotten in history stormed the defenseless people. Women grabbed their children the stained faces soaked with tears and blood as the savage attack went on. Leaping out of the brush yellow glowing eyes peered out seeking the weakest and strongest alike. From one of the huts during the panic a women stepped out in the brown clad gown of the people of the rural grounds. Her face was an ivory white and her eyes were the color of a sparkling ocean. Her golden hair was long and matted on her cheeks. Looking around she attempted to get an answer, but the people passing her by only gave loud cries before the gargling noise of their agonizing deaths. Her eyes widen as she saw the people she knew and grew up with being mauled to death, their eyes empty and black. Running around the side of the hut she reached out and picked up a long sharp walking stick and raced to save the people left in her village. Leaping at one of the vampires that were bent over gnawing on a child's arm that was cream white with blue veins and blood was standing on the arm giving a pink hue. This sight made her cringe as she watched it's yellow eyes focus on her. She swallowed hard as it let out a shrill cry. Holding the spear between two hands she bared down on it thrusting it forward into the spine of the beast. The sound of crunching bone and ripped muscle. The bluish gray flesh tore into two exposing the red mass that punctured the flesh. Letting out a cry she put more weight on the spare putting her full weight on it till the vampire gave one last soft cry then it's last breath.
She took in a deep breath letting the cold air fill her lungs as she closed her eyes for only a moment before the horrible sound of pattering feet came closer. Opening them again she saw the remainder of the people fleeing and the realization hit her that all of the creatures were cornering her and she was without defense. The snarling of their teeth the dark gray masses get closer and closer. Sweat glistened on her brow as she gasped for air. Moving to the already decaying body of the mass that formally attacked her and brought her hands down. Pulling on the spear she knew her time was running out. Gritting her teeth she let out a soft cry of annoyance when she realized the wooden pole was stuck between two of the gauged ribs. Pulling and pulling, but it would not come out. Finally it let go with a small squishing noise. Holding it up the gore of blood, tissue, and pieces of organ hung to the stained wood. Her eyes glanced around noticing that it was too late, she was surrounding without a way out. Crying out in defeat she shut her eyes tightly waiting for the moment to swiftly come to her. Before the vampires could go after their meal another sound filled the air. It was the distinct sound of hooves of a horse, more then one, but a whole battalion. Men dressed in formal battle attire with shining metal and a red banner flying above their heads. She knew who they were it was as distinct as anything was. They were the Sarafan Warrior Priests.
The vampires let out a screech of horror and fled for the brush of the surrounding woods. The leader of the group on a white Arabian horse came front his eyes fixed on her. She let out a shaking breath as she stood there her feet planted firm ready for an attack. Slowly he took his hands off the reins and set them aside on the saddle and reached up his hands placed on his helmet. Lifting it over and off of his head his emerald green eyes met hers. He had a pale complexion with chiseled features. His hair is long and raven black pulled back in a ponytail that fell down the nape of his neck. He was watching her as she took in a shallow breath. His eyes told her everything before he had even said a word. She dropped the staff as it cluttered to the ground. A man rode up to the other, he had brown hair with a beard and a coal brown eyes, dressed in the same attire. "Who are you? You fight well for a women", the man with the beard ask. She looked away from the leader as he watched her and turned to the man. "My name is Nia.",she replied softly. "I am Raziel leader of the Saraphan warriors.",the man with black hair spoke up his voice soft and calm like lazy thunder.
Author: Okay we are stopping here for now..sorry ^^ But I will continue. You like? Please read and review! Now! How bout now?
(Authors note: you asked you got) The mist swirled over the hot embers of the fire pits the chill quieted by the tortured cry of the wind. Moving swiftly threw the rugged terrain of the forest. His clawed hands are clenched the Soul Reaver glowing the eerie blue ghost of power. Raziel could not feel the ground under his feet as he ran, his feet pounding the dusty earth. His thoughts drifted as he moved the map in his other hand. Jumping threw the branches and shrubs he came to a clearing.
Raziel: (thoughts/flashback) Smoke rose from the chimneys of the small hut buildings of plaster and cold stone. Silence over ran the daytime, which would usually be bustling with commotion of the people going to the flea market. The only sound heard were the crows calling to each ther in the faint distance. What was once a charging and gurgling of the beasts that roamed the shadows of this place broke silence called Nosgoth. Masses of black and gray bodies surrounded the small village their teeth bared ready to take their prey. Once the sound reverberated a panic spread threw the people there. Cries and screams was the only thing heard. Vampires of a clan whose name had been forgotten in history stormed the defenseless people. Women grabbed their children the stained faces soaked with tears and blood as the savage attack went on. Leaping out of the brush yellow glowing eyes peered out seeking the weakest and strongest alike. From one of the huts during the panic a women stepped out in the brown clad gown of the people of the rural grounds. Her face was an ivory white and her eyes were the color of a sparkling ocean. Her golden hair was long and matted on her cheeks. Looking around she attempted to get an answer, but the people passing her by only gave loud cries before the gargling noise of their agonizing deaths. Her eyes widen as she saw the people she knew and grew up with being mauled to death, their eyes empty and black. Running around the side of the hut she reached out and picked up a long sharp walking stick and raced to save the people left in her village. Leaping at one of the vampires that were bent over gnawing on a child's arm that was cream white with blue veins and blood was standing on the arm giving a pink hue. This sight made her cringe as she watched it's yellow eyes focus on her. She swallowed hard as it let out a shrill cry. Holding the spear between two hands she bared down on it thrusting it forward into the spine of the beast. The sound of crunching bone and ripped muscle. The bluish gray flesh tore into two exposing the red mass that punctured the flesh. Letting out a cry she put more weight on the spare putting her full weight on it till the vampire gave one last soft cry then it's last breath.
She took in a deep breath letting the cold air fill her lungs as she closed her eyes for only a moment before the horrible sound of pattering feet came closer. Opening them again she saw the remainder of the people fleeing and the realization hit her that all of the creatures were cornering her and she was without defense. The snarling of their teeth the dark gray masses get closer and closer. Sweat glistened on her brow as she gasped for air. Moving to the already decaying body of the mass that formally attacked her and brought her hands down. Pulling on the spear she knew her time was running out. Gritting her teeth she let out a soft cry of annoyance when she realized the wooden pole was stuck between two of the gauged ribs. Pulling and pulling, but it would not come out. Finally it let go with a small squishing noise. Holding it up the gore of blood, tissue, and pieces of organ hung to the stained wood. Her eyes glanced around noticing that it was too late, she was surrounding without a way out. Crying out in defeat she shut her eyes tightly waiting for the moment to swiftly come to her. Before the vampires could go after their meal another sound filled the air. It was the distinct sound of hooves of a horse, more then one, but a whole battalion. Men dressed in formal battle attire with shining metal and a red banner flying above their heads. She knew who they were it was as distinct as anything was. They were the Sarafan Warrior Priests.
The vampires let out a screech of horror and fled for the brush of the surrounding woods. The leader of the group on a white Arabian horse came front his eyes fixed on her. She let out a shaking breath as she stood there her feet planted firm ready for an attack. Slowly he took his hands off the reins and set them aside on the saddle and reached up his hands placed on his helmet. Lifting it over and off of his head his emerald green eyes met hers. He had a pale complexion with chiseled features. His hair is long and raven black pulled back in a ponytail that fell down the nape of his neck. He was watching her as she took in a shallow breath. His eyes told her everything before he had even said a word. She dropped the staff as it cluttered to the ground. A man rode up to the other, he had brown hair with a beard and a coal brown eyes, dressed in the same attire. "Who are you? You fight well for a women", the man with the beard ask. She looked away from the leader as he watched her and turned to the man. "My name is Nia.",she replied softly. "I am Raziel leader of the Saraphan warriors.",the man with black hair spoke up his voice soft and calm like lazy thunder.
Author: Okay we are stopping here for now..sorry ^^ But I will continue. You like? Please read and review! Now! How bout now?