07-09-2016, 10:22 PM
Declan Gregory
PPC
Standing upon the precipice, Soren threw a wild yell into the air. It echoed upon the smooth snow surface and Declan cast his hands to his ears in reflex. But no demon of the deep was roused. The surface of he frozen lake remained deadly quiet. He envied Soren's ability to project such a strong voice for Declan's was diminutive in comparison.
As though he read Declan's thoughts, Soren's face darkened with intense concentration. Declan accepted the amulet, wrapping the cord around his wrist and clenching the knot in his fist.
Questions marred his expression with doubt. Was he suppose to hold it aloft in defiance of the creature? He studied the ancient world his whole life. Many cultures prized valuables as wardings to fend off horrors and monsters. They were myths, but standing before the lake, clutching one such symbol, he believed for the first time in heir validity.
"I will return it, I swear." He placed much faith in Soren. But of all his doubts, Soren was not among them.
Suddenly, ice cracked and sheets toppled into the water. The glassy surface churned and the wind howled. Snow stung his cheeks, icicles piercing his skin raw. Soren trust his hand forth but Declan was transfixed upon the beast of the lake. Boulders of ice spouted from its many limbs, blubbery and slick like tentacles. It's body unfolded before them, and Declan's face turned a shade of blue resembling it's skin.
Weak hands let the amulet fall from his grip but the cord around his wrist let it dangle rather than disappear underfoot.
He wanted to weep with fear and awe for the creature hell bent on destroying them. A guardian of hell. Or a guardian of heaven. Either was terrifying.
He lept to one side as a boulder sure to crush him dead landed near, separating him and the amulet from Soren. His feet slipped out from under his knees in the snow and the sky turned upside down. As he rolled down the hillside ever toward the lake, his hands clutched for grip.
As the hill leveled flat near the lake shore, pebbles rained down upon him and he sat up with dizzying fear for the looming presence shadowing over head. He thrust his arm over his eyes for shelter, only to realize the beast had no eyes itself. It's aim was random and the showering of its defenses explained.
Declan pulled the pistol and scampered to his knees, completely unaware the amulet had fallen somewhere between where he currently knelt and the top of the hill moments before. He fired the gun. The heat of discharge sizzled on the cold air as he emptied all the rounds into the beast's body.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jul 9 2016, 10:31 PM.
PPC
Standing upon the precipice, Soren threw a wild yell into the air. It echoed upon the smooth snow surface and Declan cast his hands to his ears in reflex. But no demon of the deep was roused. The surface of he frozen lake remained deadly quiet. He envied Soren's ability to project such a strong voice for Declan's was diminutive in comparison.
As though he read Declan's thoughts, Soren's face darkened with intense concentration. Declan accepted the amulet, wrapping the cord around his wrist and clenching the knot in his fist.
Questions marred his expression with doubt. Was he suppose to hold it aloft in defiance of the creature? He studied the ancient world his whole life. Many cultures prized valuables as wardings to fend off horrors and monsters. They were myths, but standing before the lake, clutching one such symbol, he believed for the first time in heir validity.
"I will return it, I swear." He placed much faith in Soren. But of all his doubts, Soren was not among them.
Suddenly, ice cracked and sheets toppled into the water. The glassy surface churned and the wind howled. Snow stung his cheeks, icicles piercing his skin raw. Soren trust his hand forth but Declan was transfixed upon the beast of the lake. Boulders of ice spouted from its many limbs, blubbery and slick like tentacles. It's body unfolded before them, and Declan's face turned a shade of blue resembling it's skin.
Weak hands let the amulet fall from his grip but the cord around his wrist let it dangle rather than disappear underfoot.
He wanted to weep with fear and awe for the creature hell bent on destroying them. A guardian of hell. Or a guardian of heaven. Either was terrifying.
He lept to one side as a boulder sure to crush him dead landed near, separating him and the amulet from Soren. His feet slipped out from under his knees in the snow and the sky turned upside down. As he rolled down the hillside ever toward the lake, his hands clutched for grip.
As the hill leveled flat near the lake shore, pebbles rained down upon him and he sat up with dizzying fear for the looming presence shadowing over head. He thrust his arm over his eyes for shelter, only to realize the beast had no eyes itself. It's aim was random and the showering of its defenses explained.
Declan pulled the pistol and scampered to his knees, completely unaware the amulet had fallen somewhere between where he currently knelt and the top of the hill moments before. He fired the gun. The heat of discharge sizzled on the cold air as he emptied all the rounds into the beast's body.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jul 9 2016, 10:31 PM.