The night was dark and cold, a perfect night for a massacre, a murder maybe? But no, that wouldnt happen, there was something else that would take place on this cold night. A snowy mountain, covered in ice, slippery, deadly, dangerous. Still, two persons were brave enough to climb there. For a while they stood there, two pairs of red eyes, lips whispering and hissing, minds wondering how would they kill each other. The snow, heavy, white, mot yet stained of blood, whether itd be, whose blood. Two quick flicks of wrists, and two golden swords crashing against each other, sending golden sparkles, being the only light in the darkness. A crack. The swords were useless, being cracked in half. This battle was even. Now both of them stood on the different sides of the mountain, not ever letting their gaze wander off thei enemy. A hiss full of anger and rage, and the two lunged at each other, claws sharper than knives, ready to rip each other into pieces. Scratch, cut, kick, punch, blood flowing, staining the snow that was pure white a minute ago. Again, they stood parted, thinking of a way to survive, the coldness taking over their body, their reflections slowing down. They continued their even battle, for hours. Until both of them laid on the red snow, bleeding, having several cuts, scratches, serious wounds. Humans always say that males are stronger than women. What truly happened that night, was that the male gave up. The sharp claws of the female, continuously hurting him, the coldness making his body slow. He gave up, and as the female had regained enough strength to end his life, he smiled, because this was exactly the way he wanted to leave this world, knowing that there was someone who would protect the world, after his passing. || Flame heree~ :3 Tell me what you think of it? ))
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 20:56:45 +0000
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