Post by Pip on Feb 5, 2009 15:15:15 GMT -8
Waves rolled in off the ocean tide onto the black burnt part of the shore, and steam brew into the air as it evaporated off the hot rock and charred land. For a couple miles or so, it seemed as if a large chunk of the islands beach had been lit aflame and burnt to cinders, leaving only the black rubble on the shore line. Smoke still rose from the ground in some places, while tiny flames still sparked on patches of burnt grass.
Varsh stood on a burnt patch of grass, mindlessly staring out towards the ocean. The flaming skull on his head burning an orangey-red. He spoke no words, but his floating skulls eyes peered out, as if waiting for something, or someone.
It had been nearly a month's since he'd been washed up on the [Stella] forsaken island, His great black warship sunken on an attempted raid against the Meran city. He'd seen what appeared to be a great facility on the opposite island, but something unknown calling for him had compelled him to stay at his wreckage. He'd waited, for day after day, unspeaking, unthirsting, unhungering. Well, he hungered for orders from the rest of the Sins. He felt only slight anger, as waiting for the rest of the others only damaged his pride, and when you're the Sin of Pride, thats probably the worst thing that could happen.
His skull turned slightly, as a skeleton rushed at him from across the beach. He emotionlessly reached for his warhammer, and with one great swing, crushed the skull and spine of the animate creature, splintering it into pieces. Without a word, he replaced his hammer at his side, and resumed his un-ending watch. As unapparent as it looked, he felt better inside after that.
Varsh stood on a burnt patch of grass, mindlessly staring out towards the ocean. The flaming skull on his head burning an orangey-red. He spoke no words, but his floating skulls eyes peered out, as if waiting for something, or someone.
It had been nearly a month's since he'd been washed up on the [Stella] forsaken island, His great black warship sunken on an attempted raid against the Meran city. He'd seen what appeared to be a great facility on the opposite island, but something unknown calling for him had compelled him to stay at his wreckage. He'd waited, for day after day, unspeaking, unthirsting, unhungering. Well, he hungered for orders from the rest of the Sins. He felt only slight anger, as waiting for the rest of the others only damaged his pride, and when you're the Sin of Pride, thats probably the worst thing that could happen.
His skull turned slightly, as a skeleton rushed at him from across the beach. He emotionlessly reached for his warhammer, and with one great swing, crushed the skull and spine of the animate creature, splintering it into pieces. Without a word, he replaced his hammer at his side, and resumed his un-ending watch. As unapparent as it looked, he felt better inside after that.