This is my first offering into the creative forum and surrounds one of my characters, Aspel. I haven't quite decided yet what he is though he appears at least to be a fallen angel. This was something I wrote in a 15 minute period of interest and I hope you will gain some of the measure of the enjoyment reading it as I had writing it.
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He gazed down at the trolls dispassionately. Grotesque green things, heavy of stature and long in the teeth with thick skin calloused and hardened through weeks, months, maybe years of fighting. A pair of them sprawled on the ground, clothed in the soiled remains of what passed as clothing. Wrinkled sheets of materials coated in food stains, blood and who knew what else. They were a pitiful sight when like this. Unconscious, helpless, alone. Enough of the human remained in them to rouse pity, yet too much of the beast was there for true sympathy. They were gone now, gone from their own kind, drawn in by an Eden of their own making. A drug filled, chaotic wasteland they saw in the darkest recesses of their minds and yearned now to bring to the world.
He stood there now, a pair of them helpless before him, already incapacitated. They could do no good, they could not be retrieved into the bosom of humanity. In truth they were detritus, no more, a waste upon society. Upon all those around them. He could end this, take their burden away from those that were forced to shoulder it. He had the power to condemn them to the fate they truly deserved. Yet he hesitated.
Golden hair swirled in the light breeze as he shifted his head left and right, as though scenting the air. He couldnt see, this was readily apparent through the thick brown sacking chained over his eyes, and as such he must rely upon some sense outside the human realm. Rough brown bindings of the same material were all that covered his hands and feet, though scantly, at the extremities of a pure white robe lined with blue and tattered trousers of a similar hue. While in stark contrast a dark twisting tattoo danced its way down one side of his face, seemingly spreading across his chest, hidden though it was by his robe, and down his uncovered arms in patterns unknown to any before or since him. Most striking of all a thick set of wings expanded from his back, comprised of the softest of feathers and a brilliant shock white, fading to a light sky blue at the tips.
Yet despite his blindness he watched, for this was all his actions could be described as, he watched the two unconscious unfortunates and somehow delayed their transit to the waiting care institutes. He could release them from this, yet something gnawed at him. He could prevent others from suffering their burden, yet in his heart of hearts he knew that would be wrong. He could condemn them to his former masters judging, yet he knew that for his own arrogance though he cared not to admit it.
He glanced once to his hands and the quicksilver claws extending from between each knuckle. A brilliant silver beyond the dull tone of steel, the sunlight seemingly danced from them throwing sparkles of light glinting along their whole. He winced once and disposed of them, the liquid metal bubbling and vanishing into his own flesh. He could not stand the sight of blood tainting such holy objects, all he had left of his home, even if the taint remained solely within his mind.
Silently he rose into the sky, wings moving far to slowly to raise something of his bulk aloft while equally as quietly the two defeated villains were deposited where they were supposed to be. Drifting along silently, a single angelic figure against the azure blue of the summer skyline, he wondered to himself just how the humans could resist such temptation as he had felt. Wondered where they got their strength. Silently he shrugged to himself. It was no matter. He had all eternity to find out.
Friends are just enemies that haven't betrayed you yet.
This is my first offering into the creative forum and surrounds one of my characters, Aspel. I haven't quite decided yet what he is though he appears at least to be a fallen angel. This was something I wrote in a 15 minute period of interest and I hope you will gain some of the measure of the enjoyment reading it as I had writing it.
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He gazed down at the trolls dispassionately. Grotesque green things, heavy of stature and long in the teeth with thick skin calloused and hardened through weeks, months, maybe years of fighting. A pair of them sprawled on the ground, clothed in the soiled remains of what passed as clothing. Wrinkled sheets of materials coated in food stains, blood and who knew what else. They were a pitiful sight when like this. Unconscious, helpless, alone. Enough of the human remained in them to rouse pity, yet too much of the beast was there for true sympathy. They were gone now, gone from their own kind, drawn in by an Eden of their own making. A drug filled, chaotic wasteland they saw in the darkest recesses of their minds and yearned now to bring to the world.
He stood there now, a pair of them helpless before him, already incapacitated. They could do no good, they could not be retrieved into the bosom of humanity. In truth they were detritus, no more, a waste upon society. Upon all those around them. He could end this, take their burden away from those that were forced to shoulder it. He had the power to condemn them to the fate they truly deserved. Yet he hesitated.
Golden hair swirled in the light breeze as he shifted his head left and right, as though scenting the air. He couldnt see, this was readily apparent through the thick brown sacking chained over his eyes, and as such he must rely upon some sense outside the human realm. Rough brown bindings of the same material were all that covered his hands and feet, though scantly, at the extremities of a pure white robe lined with blue and tattered trousers of a similar hue. While in stark contrast a dark twisting tattoo danced its way down one side of his face, seemingly spreading across his chest, hidden though it was by his robe, and down his uncovered arms in patterns unknown to any before or since him. Most striking of all a thick set of wings expanded from his back, comprised of the softest of feathers and a brilliant shock white, fading to a light sky blue at the tips.
Yet despite his blindness he watched, for this was all his actions could be described as, he watched the two unconscious unfortunates and somehow delayed their transit to the waiting care institutes. He could release them from this, yet something gnawed at him. He could prevent others from suffering their burden, yet in his heart of hearts he knew that would be wrong. He could condemn them to his former masters judging, yet he knew that for his own arrogance though he cared not to admit it.
He glanced once to his hands and the quicksilver claws extending from between each knuckle. A brilliant silver beyond the dull tone of steel, the sunlight seemingly danced from them throwing sparkles of light glinting along their whole. He winced once and disposed of them, the liquid metal bubbling and vanishing into his own flesh. He could not stand the sight of blood tainting such holy objects, all he had left of his home, even if the taint remained solely within his mind.
Silently he rose into the sky, wings moving far to slowly to raise something of his bulk aloft while equally as quietly the two defeated villains were deposited where they were supposed to be. Drifting along silently, a single angelic figure against the azure blue of the summer skyline, he wondered to himself just how the humans could resist such temptation as he had felt. Wondered where they got their strength. Silently he shrugged to himself. It was no matter. He had all eternity to find out.
Friends are just enemies that haven't betrayed you yet.