Post by Archivist~Bel on Mar 27, 2006 11:07:11 GMT -5
One Last Breath
Author: Xas
Link: forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-scarletcrusade&t=163882&p=1&tmp=1#post163882
The battle had ended and I stood over the corpse of my fallen foe. I hated him. I hated him as I hate all my foes. I hate them for the life they possessed that I would never again experience. Anger washed over me in a wave as I devoured the paladin on the ground at my feet. He had fought bravely where others would have fled. He would make a fitting meal, but I envied him the rest he would experience. How long had it been? Trapped in this body for years? decades? even centuries? Time has lost all meaning for me with nothing to separate one moment from the next.
Time to go..
These thoughts are no different than those I experienced as I devoured countless other fallen enemies. Something is wrong though, something is different. But how? Nothing ever changes... What was this... I ignored the feeling and skulked off into the shadows.
Pain... burning pain and pressure.
Argh my side. What foul sorcery did this paladin, possess to haunt me now after his death. My stomach roils in agony. Suddenly like a dam breaking, it gushed out of me. The silence of my stealth ended with a thunderclap.. For what seems like minutes or even hours trapped gas pours from my rotting body. The stench is incredible. Fetid air that lived inside my rotting cavities for centuries filled the air. My companions looks of surprise quickly turned to looks of disgust as they try to put distance between themselves and me. It is too late for them, it is in their hair, their clothes, their eyes...
As quickly as it starts it ends...
Who am I? Certainly not the same person I was. A great weight has been lifted from me. I feel free. Free from the torment that was my existence. I grieve the losses of my companions, two dead and one blinded, but it is empty grief. Thank you paladin, you have freed me. Sweet Relief.
One Last Breath, and the cycle continues.
Author: Xas
Link: forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-scarletcrusade&t=163882&p=1&tmp=1#post163882
The battle had ended and I stood over the corpse of my fallen foe. I hated him. I hated him as I hate all my foes. I hate them for the life they possessed that I would never again experience. Anger washed over me in a wave as I devoured the paladin on the ground at my feet. He had fought bravely where others would have fled. He would make a fitting meal, but I envied him the rest he would experience. How long had it been? Trapped in this body for years? decades? even centuries? Time has lost all meaning for me with nothing to separate one moment from the next.
Time to go..
These thoughts are no different than those I experienced as I devoured countless other fallen enemies. Something is wrong though, something is different. But how? Nothing ever changes... What was this... I ignored the feeling and skulked off into the shadows.
Pain... burning pain and pressure.
Argh my side. What foul sorcery did this paladin, possess to haunt me now after his death. My stomach roils in agony. Suddenly like a dam breaking, it gushed out of me. The silence of my stealth ended with a thunderclap.. For what seems like minutes or even hours trapped gas pours from my rotting body. The stench is incredible. Fetid air that lived inside my rotting cavities for centuries filled the air. My companions looks of surprise quickly turned to looks of disgust as they try to put distance between themselves and me. It is too late for them, it is in their hair, their clothes, their eyes...
As quickly as it starts it ends...
Who am I? Certainly not the same person I was. A great weight has been lifted from me. I feel free. Free from the torment that was my existence. I grieve the losses of my companions, two dead and one blinded, but it is empty grief. Thank you paladin, you have freed me. Sweet Relief.
One Last Breath, and the cycle continues.