| A Warrior and Others of His Breed by Ash |
| The walk wasn't bad and there was no one crazy enough to try and start anything with these two obviously dangerous creatures. Within fifteen minutes the stylish wolf, and brooding sorcerer were in the park heading to their meeting place. The trees reminded Ash of his birthplace. In the Scottish highlands, the moist grass gently crushed under his foot. He thought back to his childhood spending the long nights racing through the dense trees. Glaring up at the moon. Rarely had he found a place that could bring him such joy as those hill and forests. His life there was short lived though. It wasn't long before the pack had to move on, and shortly after that he began his training. Within years a happy child was turned into a genocidal killer. Ash also knew that he had no regrets for any of the lives he led after his first. Its that first lifetime's worth of mistakes he still struggles to rectify. He shook the thoughts from his mind and continued on his way. The stroll was pleasant and while time was of the essence he knew he was early and would probably need to wait for sometime till the others were ready and present. Still an urge to go and claim his fate chewed at the heart of his being. Still the surroundings brought him a sense of peace. Tilting his head back he sniffed the air, holding the cool air within his lungs. He caught a hint of something in the air. He knew exactly what it was. A female, a Werewolf. The scent caught him off guard. The ring on his finger tingled and tugged at his brain. Dragging to the surface memories. The first hit him without warning. He could remember standing in a great cathedral. The stained glass let a magnificent light dancing off his skin. He could pick out the faces of those around him. Micheal stood at his side. Next to him the archangel, Angela. Directly in front of him the twelve apostles. And, opposite of him the most beautiful women he could ever remember. Her eyes were soft, and her skin silk. A long flowing lock of hair pulled back out of her face. She smiled at him, a smile that could charm the stars. The apostles blessed the couple on this the most holy days of their lives. Their wedding day. When the rings were called for, Ash, tears streaming down his face, placed a simple golden ring engraved with this statement: "I love you. I will always love you. From now until the days when we are immortal." Both of them wept tears of joy now as she slipped the Ring of Kings on Ash's finger. "You may now kiss." And their lips met in a sweet tender moment of perfection in which two people were forever bound by love and commitment. Then his mind showed him a different image. This one was darker. Ash crept down a dark hall lit by only by one weak torch. At the end of the hall a heavy metal door creaked as he pushed through it. The room was a torturer's dream. Chains and blades hung everywhere. A lone bed with covers of crushed velvet. And there Ash saw his wife, tied down, blanketed in black rose pedals. "Ash? Is that you? Oh, thank God you've come. I knew you would." Her voice was weak and trembling. When Ashe got a clear look at her he could tell she had been broken, raped of everything that was her. Her body burned and cut. Bruises changed that fair sweet skin to that of black and blue skin. She had been altered. Her skin no longer was that of a woman or even a werewolf but instead looked as though someone had tailored alien and demon parts to her. She cried at the sight of her husband. She knew her very appearance now disgusted him. She also knew she did not want to live like this. "I'm here. It's going to be okay. I promise." Ash tried his best to sound convincing. He tried to untie her. But it was impossible. Not God himself could break the chains. "Ash, listen to me. I want you to draw Stormbringer and kill me." "No!" "Yes, please. If you love me you won't let them do this to me anymore." "But, your soul? I won't feed it to this d*mn blade!" "It can't have me, Ash. I belong to you. The sword can never take my soul for it is already yours. Please, Ash, if you ever loved me. Please." Ash could barely see through the tears that streamed down his face. His hand gently tugged Stormbringer free. The blade sang quietly anticipating the soul that was it's master's love. Ash spoke quietly. "I love you. I will always love you. From now till the days when we are immortal. Goodbye, Silverstar." Then Stormbringer dug deep into her heart. Silverstar, wife to Ash, and servant to God died at the hands of her lover, and instrument chosen by her god. Ash could feel the blade reach out for her soul. Her very essence. "NO Stormbringer! NO, this soul you will not have. You will not have her H*ll. She belongs to me, AND I WILL BE D*MNED IF I'M GOING TO LET YOU HAVE HER!!! YOU HEAR ME!! AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, YOU SHALL NEVER HAVE HER!!!" Stormbringer rejected the soul. And, for once, voluntarily gave up feasting. Ash was suddenly back in the park as Darken shook him violently. "You okay? Your crying!" "From now till the days when we are immortal." "What?" "I love you, Silverstar. I'll find you one day, I promise. Yeah, I'm fine, Darken. Don't worry about it. However, I think we are being watched by another of my kind. Who cares. Let's go." (In Dedication to my Silverstar, May Your Guiding Light Shine in the Sky from Now Until the Day When We are Immortal.) |
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