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    dots Submission Name: The War of Two Darknessesdots
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    Author: Skinwalker
    Elite Ratio:    2.62 - 36/57/28
    Words: 1039
    Class/Type: Story/Dark
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    Description:
       This is a story that follows my two latest poems.It is a bit long, but no where near as long as "10". The battleground is set and war is definite. A dark Good vs. a darker evil that is questioning its purpose.(see "Skinwalker's Choice") I hope you enjoy this story, it may become a little series if enough people like it. Thanx


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    dotsThe War of Two Darknessesdots
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    Lightning streaked across the horizon illuminating the bodies of the unfortunates caught in the maelstrom of one Beast's hatred. The two warriors circled each other. One of ancient ways and the other of a malevolent instinct. The resounding thunder brought fear to each beings' already excited hearts. They flinched, both expecting the other to come foward and attack.
    Lightning streaked the sky like a surge of energy in the vein of a dark god. This was the only light in the area except for the Old One's weapon. He carried a flaming, two-headed battle axe, which had the writings of Angels inscribed upon it. The light of the fire showed the features of the one warrior to the other. The Old One had eyes that were darker than the night, four great wings that had the feathers of a hundred ravens, and his hair matched both. He had no expression on his face as the yellow light of the fire flickered about his face. He knew that this was going to be the hardest fight he had ever fought, and for a moment he thought he saw the same thought cross the Animal's face. The Old One grinned.
    The fire illuminated the face of the Monster. His name was Skinwalker and his attire showed why. His fur, on the top of his body, was redder than the "wine" he drank and from the shoulders down his fur was black as midnight. Though only some showed through the crude attire that was stitched together using the skins of many humans. The Beast wore its trophies and was currently wishing to wear the skin of this ancient one, for the ancient one was more intimidating than any creature the Beast has ever killed.
    Skinwalker began to circle the Old One. His enlarged paws were blessed with retractable talons that matched the Old One's eyes in color. Skinwalker's claws sunk in the dirt.
    The Old One noticed that the beast was as tall at the shoulder while on all fours as a human was standing. The Old One noticed the beast was beginning to circle him again. He noticed that the unholy Beast had sunk its claws in the dirt and was staring at the Old One through red eyes with yellow cat slits. It was getting ready to pounce.
    The area illuminated as Skinwalker leapt at the Old One. The Old One dodged to the side and swung at Skinwalker. The axe stuck into Skinwalker's back and was wrenched from the Old One's hand. Then the illumination died. "Damn it's fast!!!" thought the Old One.
    The area smelled of burnt fur and singed flesh. Skinwalker snorted smoke and charged towards the now disarmed enemy. The axe fell out of Skinwalker's back and dissapeared as Skinwalker gained speed. He leapt at the Old One, but the Old One dodged to the side.
    The Old One grinned at the beast's miss, but soon scowled as he felt a warmth rush over his back. He immediately knew that he had lost one of his wings. If anymore were taken, he wouldn't be able to return to Heaven. The Old One concentrated and summoned his chosen weapon...the scythe. The wing blew apart and the sound of ravens filled the area.
    Skinwalker grew cold. He was fighting the one the humans had nicknamed Death. Skinwalker backed away a few steps and howled. The howl sounded forth with the screams of all he had consumed. The screams of men, women, and children filled the area and was backed with the rumbling of the hills as thunder sounded. Skinwalker was ready to die, but only after he had taken Death's own life.
    The Old One, Death, was taken aback from this sound. All that was killed by this beast had suffered greatly. The voice of a small child, possibly a boy, screamed louder than the rest. The boy's father called out next, followed by a mother's sorrow. Enraged Death charged Skinwalker. He swung for Skinwalker's throat, but only saw a blur and then the sky.
    The sky brightened from another strike of lightning, and Death realized that Skinwalker had caught him by the throat and brought him to the ground. Death stabbed Skinwalker in the back with a sharp stone out of desperation. Skinwalker's body bowed, but he didn't let go of Death's throat. Death saw his scythe still spinning on the ground behind Skinwalker. He had been hit by such a great force. Death then realized that Skinwalker was waiting. Waiting for what? Death then realized that he was bleeding profusely from the back. He saw another wing had been ripped from his back. He had been dragged across the ground from Skinwalker's momentum, this is what ripped his wing off. Death looked into Skinwalker's eyes and saw a furious glee that he had never noticed before. Then he saw Skinwalker's head pull back violently. Skinwalker had been waiting for Death to realize that he would never see Heaven again.
    The sound of ripped canvas filled the area, followed by the sound of gurgling, and the sound of rain drumming. The area illuminated again brighter than ever. The thunder shook the very ground beneath Skinwalker's feet as if Hell was breaking loose. The rain flowed harder than ever, for the angels in Heaven were mourning for their lost brother. Skinwalker placed a paw on Death's body and roared victory. The roar brought every angel and demon to its knees, for it shook Heaven and Hell this horribly. Skinwalker had killed the angel with no name, but knew that He would be back for Death cannot die. Skinwalker let the world know that he'd be ready for the next time. Death's body turned into hundreds of ravens and they flew off, darkening the sky more so than it already was. Skinwalker walked away. He was not proud of his deed for now Heaven and Hell will be after him. But Skinwalker will be ready. Amen.


    The ground where Death was slain shook again the next night. The mud flowed in upon itself and a green claw struck out...

    to be continued.




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      oooohhh, i like! this is really a wonderful piece and you have a gift for detail. my fav. line is 'lightning streaked the sky like a surge of energy in the vein of a dark god.'

    the only problem i have with it is the angel 'death' not feeling his wings come off or his throat being bitten into. maybe he is incapable of pain?
    i thought would never be able to see heaven again but his body turned into ravens and flew off, to come back for revenge. does this mean he comes without his wings, is it a reincarnation thing?
    i'm just a little confused. other than that it's remarkable and you should definately make it a mini-series.

    -wildchild
    | Posted on 2005-01-18 00:00:00 | by wildchild | [ Reply to This ]


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