Valentine
05-21-06, 11:45 AM
Bleed.
He only needed one chance, one clean slice and the deed would be done. The blade flew through the air, moving with deadly precision across its target. Soft flesh was no match for glimmering steel and the body fell at his feet, landing with a splash onto a pool of blood shared and contributed to by his many fallen comrades.
"W-W-Who... are you?" Whatever was left of the man managed to stammer out a few words as his vision slowly started to lose its color. He looked up at his assailant, who still held his sword tightly in his right hand. He had not managed to get a good look at him before, he had moved with unerring pace, almost invisible to his eyes. None of those that had fell to his blade had so much as a glimpse, but now that they had all fallen, he stood there, a silent monument as he looked over the dead and ensured that they were joined by the dying. It was a complete juxtaposition from the blur that had taken so many lives before. The dying had one last sight in the Firmament before they passed on, and with it the victims managed to take one long look at his killer.
His long silver hair danced in the wind, accompanied by the soft sound of his black leather trench coat flapping against his pants. As his hair slowly swept behind his face, his eyes revealed themselves. The dying were treated to one last horror in those things, small yellow malicious beads that pierced into what was left of their bodies. Around them, his slightly pale skin added to his horror appearance while his emotionless lips completed it.
And then they moved, thin pink bits of flesh moved slightly, the sound coming out barely audible but strangely completely understandable, as clear as day. "I am the Emissary of Balance, I am the Valentine Bleeder.”
Kadarus.
He still held his weapon perpendicular to his body, the katana's curved blade soaked in bloody crimson. The Bleeder felt every drop leave the sword and land on the muddy ground below. He tilted his head backwards, looking up at the clear blue sky above. Not a cloud in it.
His emotionless face did not change as he closed his eyelids gently, covering the menacing yellow from view.
"Today."
He only needed one chance, one clean slice and the deed would be done. The blade flew through the air, moving with deadly precision across its target. Soft flesh was no match for glimmering steel and the body fell at his feet, landing with a splash onto a pool of blood shared and contributed to by his many fallen comrades.
"W-W-Who... are you?" Whatever was left of the man managed to stammer out a few words as his vision slowly started to lose its color. He looked up at his assailant, who still held his sword tightly in his right hand. He had not managed to get a good look at him before, he had moved with unerring pace, almost invisible to his eyes. None of those that had fell to his blade had so much as a glimpse, but now that they had all fallen, he stood there, a silent monument as he looked over the dead and ensured that they were joined by the dying. It was a complete juxtaposition from the blur that had taken so many lives before. The dying had one last sight in the Firmament before they passed on, and with it the victims managed to take one long look at his killer.
His long silver hair danced in the wind, accompanied by the soft sound of his black leather trench coat flapping against his pants. As his hair slowly swept behind his face, his eyes revealed themselves. The dying were treated to one last horror in those things, small yellow malicious beads that pierced into what was left of their bodies. Around them, his slightly pale skin added to his horror appearance while his emotionless lips completed it.
And then they moved, thin pink bits of flesh moved slightly, the sound coming out barely audible but strangely completely understandable, as clear as day. "I am the Emissary of Balance, I am the Valentine Bleeder.”
Kadarus.
He still held his weapon perpendicular to his body, the katana's curved blade soaked in bloody crimson. The Bleeder felt every drop leave the sword and land on the muddy ground below. He tilted his head backwards, looking up at the clear blue sky above. Not a cloud in it.
His emotionless face did not change as he closed his eyelids gently, covering the menacing yellow from view.
"Today."