In The End [Wings]

[∂αмєη]

I tried so hard, And got so far
But in the end, It doesn't even matter
I had to fall, To lose it all
But in the end, It doesn't even matter

Reality is never welcoming for the mind I have been given. It has abandoned me, and left me as a weak victim for the monster to consume. Not much options were left. It was kill, or be torn to little shreds by my own mind and soul. Oh, what a bloody death it would be if the monster won. Alas, it proves no gain to think of what could be. For the monster shall not win, when fighting my commands.

Blood can cure. Surely, it may seem to you that the statement is confusing. But once you have stepped foot into my world, you would understand the full meaning behind my insanity. Behind the cannibalistic rages and the homicidal actions. Oh how I wish things could have stayed the same. Oh how I wish I never stepped closer to the gorgeous girl by the docks. I wish I never sunk my sharp teeth deep into her tissues, just to quench a thirst. A thirst that leads me to death each day.

In hopes of finding the death that welcomes me, I set foot on a journey to a well-known battle field. On top of a volcano is where I went, carrying a bag of simple supplies. Around my waits is a belt, holding a large trident, covered in the blood of my victims, and a long, serrated knife, worn from the use. Around my shoulders, wrapped tightly and comfortably, is my bow and arrows. There it shall rest until the time comes.

When the figure popped into view, I readied myself, for this would be the battle I was looking for. The battle inside, where I would conquer the blood lust. I had to win.

I will win.

-OOC:
Rules;
-50 DMG limit
-3 weapons max
-You may leave the battle at any time
-1 intro post first
-No changing attacks to get the best move

Note:
I will add more rules if any are thought up.

[wingsonmyheels]

Well I'd asked for it. Again, and again, and again, I get myself into these stupid situations. I'm not a monster... am I? I'd only done... it once before and it was an accident. But I just kept picking fights, even a sideways glance and I was in that guys face. Maybe I just need her to much, maybe I want her to much. She said she'd be mine, but that isn't enough for me. I need assurance.


The Guy hadn't done anything wrong. Just a lustful look, it was a crowded street, how do I know that he was even looking at her. But if he was, that was one of the scariest, most haunting looks I've ever seen. The compulsion that crossed his face, the pure desire in one faical expression was baffling. He gave of vibes, and they told me how hungry he was. And I had to cause somthing, me. My fault, she begged me not to go, but here I am. An idiot. This sucks. My spear in my hands, my bow on my back, and my knife in my pocket is all i got with me. Shit. There he is. I asked for it, he gets first strike.

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[∂αмєη]

Your heart seems to be the only sound you hear previous to the moments of your first attack.
Ba-bum. Ba-bum.
Eerie almost, side by side with the impenetrable silence. The beat is silence now. It's routine. It's normal. Your body moves in unison with the rhythm it produces. Your actions based off the drum-like pattern. It's moments like this that help make your blood race. It goes faster, through your whole being, warming you up. The blood pumps to your head, faster than you might wish, leaving you light-headed and dizzy, but under good circumstances. Well, I might consider them good circumstances, but definately under the worst circumstances possible for the one causing the beating of my drum in my chest.

I saw the man, and his presence rooted me to the ground. Never a good first impression, to be tightly clenched, stuck in the same position, but it was not my mind under control in those very moments. The man slowly approached, and I could tell that what his plans were. They showed through his gaze, which was locked on my figure. But I could make the first move. I had the upper ground on this volcano. This was my fight now. I raise my trident in the air, and then push forward towards my enemy.

[[Attacks. Trident.]]
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Stabbed in Eye X


-OOC:
Uhh. Wow. That was fast?!

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[wingsonmyheels]

im tired of writing death posts

I died: Chorus yells "Oh Nooooooooooo"

[Prince Inigo]

Hey, wings. In the Battlefield threads not in FFF (For Fun Fights), your posts must be three paragraphs of five sentences each, for the minimum. It would also be nice that those sentences not be very short, either. In any case, please add more in your posts to not be considered spammy here.

Same goes to Damen on the second post, but it's a bit fuller. Just add a bit more info next time, 'kay?

Thanks for reading.

--- Luna

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