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Jan 20, 12 at 2:17am ^Frostfall [Working Title][M]
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Also, this story will probably contain similarities or references to The Elder Scrolls series, just saying. I don't want it to be outright plagiarism obviously so most elements will be changed and no prior knowledge of the series is required. This story is, however a fantasy story.
As the orange sun rose up over the snow capped mountains, the light slowly protruding the mist below that had settled throughout the night. As the light fought it't way downwards the local wildlife began to awaken, birds arose from their slumber and begun their morning birdsong of chirps. The slow rustle of the wind brushed against the trees, joining in the birdsong. One unseen, hidden feature however, was a hunter was a hunter knelt down behind a tree, his camouflage face paint hid him in the brush. He moved swiftly and quietly forward; listening, watching, waiting. The bush behind him rustled quickly and a white-grey fox darted past him, the hunter raced after it quickly; the chase was on. As the fox skittered quickly through the trees the hunter swiftly followed, drawing his bow yet never withdrawing his eyes from the prey in front. He drew back the string with the arrow in tow, they were in the clearing now; the leaves crunching loudly beneath their feet. He readied himself to fire but as he let go of the string and the arrow flew the fox sharply turned, dodging the arrow. "*bleep*ing beast" the hunter swore loudly. He drew another arrow and fired, this time making sure to expect any sharp turns, as he let go of the arrow a second time the fox screeched and cried out, assuring the hunter he had hit his target. As he walked toward the fox slowly he began to take in his surroundings, he looked from left to right and saw stone pillars with strange carvings upon them. He walked towards one and looked at the markings more closely his eyes went wide with fright.
"Shit" he muttered under his breath, no sooner could he have prepared himself, as a vampire darted at him, screaming as he dived through the air, the hunter barely dodged and drew his sword. His attacker was quickly upon him again however, and struck out with his talons. The hunter however, was ready, and dodged quickly, then as the vampire was about to jump upon the huntsman the hunter turned and sliced his sword gracefully through the air, it slit the vampires throat quickly, the blood splashing across his face. The other, hooded vampires giggled, he could make both a man and a women from the laughs. The girl stepped forward, head bowed low so he could not see her face,
"You saved us quite a bit of trouble there huntsman, he was young and reckless and was going to die eventually anyways. Even if I had to do it." She giggled again as the male vampire stepped forward, he was not as secretive about his face as the woman was, he looked deep into the hunters eyes.
"So tell me, huntsman. Have you ever considered immortality? For someone of your combat skills it would be pretty good."
"Stay away from me, ashborn. Or I'll cut you open as I did your kin" The hunter readied his sword
"Cocky are we? Know this hunter; your chance of immortality has passed, and you will soon join our brethren in the fiery depths of Oblivion!" as quick as the vampire had spoke his words, he set upon the hunter, the hunter turned again, but this vampire was far more superior and he bit the huntsman's throat, however, the unlucky position of the sword lodged it into the vampires stomach, and as the vampire bit, the hunter squirmed with pain and so too, did the vampire. When the hunter fell, the vampire managed to dislodge himself from the sword, but was too weak to heal himself, he fell to the floor in agony and squirmed; crying out loudly.
"Cillia... help... meee AGH!"
Cillia giggled again; "You think I'd help someone, who planned to slit my throat in my sleep? I was very aware of the hunters coming, and knew this was my chance. I hope the sun takes you traitorous welch!" she screamed. As she turned and made for the entrance to their lair, the vampire made one last ditch attempt for assistance
"Please... take everything; I don't... care. Just let me live!"
Cillia turned, and as the vampires hopes rose for his suffering to stop; his hopes were quickly dashed when he saw her hands alight with magical firebals
"Goodbye Bradon, these will cook you slowly, and then the sun... well. I think you already know that part" she launched them at him, and as they made impact Bradon made continuous screams. Cillia walked toward their lair and dissapeared within. Bradons screams ceased within the hour, and shortly after that his body simply ceased to be; for all that remained was ashes.
He's kinda rough, but I like it - An ikiyahmae
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