Post by Coil on Jan 25, 2008 21:51:01 GMT -5
They laid eyes upon him and by doing this they sealed their fate. There he a stood, more beast than man…more man than beast. In this observation laid the constant question of his carnage filled life. What was he? What was he destined for? Was the death that lay at his finger tips a mere projection of his soul or was it something more….Something much more. With his head hung over and the moon reflecting off of its surface, these thoughts coursed through his head.
He actually enjoyed the conundrum that always presented itself before a kill for when he tasted the first aura of death all reason fled from him. At this he smirked. It was not a sadistic smirk but more of a sad one for he did not know when he would return.
Lolling forward, Coil began to unlock all the safeguards he had placed on his powers. With his head still down and his shoulders in a depraved shrug, he spread out his arms as if he was an eagle readying to take off. Spreading his fingers, he summoned his weapons given to him by the brotherhood. The brotherhood…the secret accursed brotherhood. It had been over 3 years since he had last contacted them. 3 years since they had discarded him as nothing but a Berzeker with extraordinary powers. Shuddering, he stopped his advance.
Immediately, in each hand, appeared chains with 30 lb hammers on the ends accompanied by the silence of the environment.
This in itself was just another projection of his powers. This time it was of the death and solitude that accompanied him wherever he traveled. They perched on his shoulder and were his counselors.
The random cry of animals failed to reach his ears. The crashing of branches, even the torrential fall of rain, could not be heard. The only sense that was retained was that of touch. In this, Coil found the relative peace that would be just out of his reach for an innumerable amount of time.
Stopping for a moment, Coil shuddered once more as his powers swarmed out of their vaults. They saw him stop, they even saw a faint glimmer of red pulsate from him, but to them it was all a dream. A dream that was about to turn into a nightmare. A nightmare administered by a shrouded figure.
Slowing raising his head, Coil’s eyes met those of his victims…. And as his powers, hate, and pain took over him that is all they were. Not darklings, elves or humans. Just plain vessels holding blood and tissue.
Shaking uncontrollably, Coil fell to his knees only to rise up in the air hunched over with his chains dangling beneath him…He had finally reached the point of insanity. As his feet touched back to the ground, his hands shot out in front of him in a zombie like stance.
Lurching forward, Coil downed three in a second leaving them with less that half of their skulls intact. He was facing a group of 80 and they stood no chance.
TBC (Don’t worry I’m just tired and this fight seen will most certainly continue)
He actually enjoyed the conundrum that always presented itself before a kill for when he tasted the first aura of death all reason fled from him. At this he smirked. It was not a sadistic smirk but more of a sad one for he did not know when he would return.
Lolling forward, Coil began to unlock all the safeguards he had placed on his powers. With his head still down and his shoulders in a depraved shrug, he spread out his arms as if he was an eagle readying to take off. Spreading his fingers, he summoned his weapons given to him by the brotherhood. The brotherhood…the secret accursed brotherhood. It had been over 3 years since he had last contacted them. 3 years since they had discarded him as nothing but a Berzeker with extraordinary powers. Shuddering, he stopped his advance.
Immediately, in each hand, appeared chains with 30 lb hammers on the ends accompanied by the silence of the environment.
This in itself was just another projection of his powers. This time it was of the death and solitude that accompanied him wherever he traveled. They perched on his shoulder and were his counselors.
The random cry of animals failed to reach his ears. The crashing of branches, even the torrential fall of rain, could not be heard. The only sense that was retained was that of touch. In this, Coil found the relative peace that would be just out of his reach for an innumerable amount of time.
Stopping for a moment, Coil shuddered once more as his powers swarmed out of their vaults. They saw him stop, they even saw a faint glimmer of red pulsate from him, but to them it was all a dream. A dream that was about to turn into a nightmare. A nightmare administered by a shrouded figure.
Slowing raising his head, Coil’s eyes met those of his victims…. And as his powers, hate, and pain took over him that is all they were. Not darklings, elves or humans. Just plain vessels holding blood and tissue.
Shaking uncontrollably, Coil fell to his knees only to rise up in the air hunched over with his chains dangling beneath him…He had finally reached the point of insanity. As his feet touched back to the ground, his hands shot out in front of him in a zombie like stance.
Lurching forward, Coil downed three in a second leaving them with less that half of their skulls intact. He was facing a group of 80 and they stood no chance.
TBC (Don’t worry I’m just tired and this fight seen will most certainly continue)
