oocISorry about earlier, a bunch of people showed up at the house @_@
That’s when it hit Mok like a cudgel to the head! The wolves were incoming fast and he had no plan. Certain doom was creeping over his shoulder.
His mind went blank. His heart stopped. Mok was now face to face with death. Now the darkness in his heart was not enough to overcome this situation. The hatred in his heart was destruction. It was pain and despair. What Mok needed was love. Love creates. It is the substance of life. The myrian had a love. No it was not a woman or a companion, but his brothers in the Crimson Edge. They were his new family. A gang that baptized its members in the fountain of blood known as Sunberth. They lived in total anarchy and total love of each other, brotherly love.
Teammates for life. Comrades until the bitter end. There was none other than he trusted.
The rest of them...can roast alive!
Mok knew what he had to do. He needed to embrace the situation. There was no flight, only fight. It’s time to do it. He found his love. His life. He had something to fight for.
Sapphire and the bloody Crimson Edge would live to fight another day.
The myrian whipped the blood off of his blade and went to work on the next wave. He at least had a few minutes. There was no way they would send another wave that quick. For the moment, Mok had time on his side.
Running deeper into the cave Mok found a pile rocks and began to grab them and throw them into another pile under cover near the mouth. That way the myrian had room to write and he could change his fighting location.
He hid in the shadows. As soon as the wolves where within range Mok would fire. As a boy Mok had thrown stones with the boys of the jungle. He could never out throw his peers, but that didn't matter anymore. Right now it was all about hitting a petching wolf. He could do that.
Taking his place in the shadows, Mok waited. Something was wrong.
Silence. Then, nothing. The myrian still didn't move. No howling. No noises. No wolves.
Slowly, Mok began to cool down. His mind had been racing for the last couple of hours. His body was trying to tell him to relax, but he couldn't. The warrior realized now that what just happened was insane. He had gambled it all. He had thrown everything down on the line to kill these wolves. He was lucky because of these wolves were stupid and starving. If it had been any other situation, Mok would more than likely be dead.
Gripping his sword, the half-blood recollected the terrible flight that just occurred. He couldn't believe it. Two days out of Sunberth and already this.
Eventually, the myrian cooled down. This whole time he hadn't said a word to Sapphire. Finally, Mok broke the silence.
"Sapphire," he whispered, "The wolves have retreated for now. Your next move is your call. Do you think it is possible for you to stand and walk? Or shall we take our chances here tonight?"
That’s when it hit Mok like a cudgel to the head! The wolves were incoming fast and he had no plan. Certain doom was creeping over his shoulder.
His mind went blank. His heart stopped. Mok was now face to face with death. Now the darkness in his heart was not enough to overcome this situation. The hatred in his heart was destruction. It was pain and despair. What Mok needed was love. Love creates. It is the substance of life. The myrian had a love. No it was not a woman or a companion, but his brothers in the Crimson Edge. They were his new family. A gang that baptized its members in the fountain of blood known as Sunberth. They lived in total anarchy and total love of each other, brotherly love.
Teammates for life. Comrades until the bitter end. There was none other than he trusted.
The rest of them...can roast alive!
Mok knew what he had to do. He needed to embrace the situation. There was no flight, only fight. It’s time to do it. He found his love. His life. He had something to fight for.
Sapphire and the bloody Crimson Edge would live to fight another day.
The myrian whipped the blood off of his blade and went to work on the next wave. He at least had a few minutes. There was no way they would send another wave that quick. For the moment, Mok had time on his side.
Running deeper into the cave Mok found a pile rocks and began to grab them and throw them into another pile under cover near the mouth. That way the myrian had room to write and he could change his fighting location.
He hid in the shadows. As soon as the wolves where within range Mok would fire. As a boy Mok had thrown stones with the boys of the jungle. He could never out throw his peers, but that didn't matter anymore. Right now it was all about hitting a petching wolf. He could do that.
Taking his place in the shadows, Mok waited. Something was wrong.
Silence. Then, nothing. The myrian still didn't move. No howling. No noises. No wolves.
Slowly, Mok began to cool down. His mind had been racing for the last couple of hours. His body was trying to tell him to relax, but he couldn't. The warrior realized now that what just happened was insane. He had gambled it all. He had thrown everything down on the line to kill these wolves. He was lucky because of these wolves were stupid and starving. If it had been any other situation, Mok would more than likely be dead.
Gripping his sword, the half-blood recollected the terrible flight that just occurred. He couldn't believe it. Two days out of Sunberth and already this.
Eventually, the myrian cooled down. This whole time he hadn't said a word to Sapphire. Finally, Mok broke the silence.
"Sapphire," he whispered, "The wolves have retreated for now. Your next move is your call. Do you think it is possible for you to stand and walk? Or shall we take our chances here tonight?"
Red = Myrian
Bold = Common
Bold = Common
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