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Moon
- Joined
- Oct 12, 2010
This was it. Months of tracking, months of fighting monsters in the depths of catacombs, villages of brutal orcs, armies of corrupted soldiers, it would all mean nothing if she couldn't do this final, difficult task. She stood upon the dead gravel before the fortress, heaving heavily. Several corpses of daemon and man lay beyond her, blood soaking into the massive crevices of earth. They were but the guards, protecting their omniscient and all powerful master. Many say he was a god, that none may defile against his rule.
But Victoria would prove them wrong. A slender woman stood before the gates, clad in silver armor that was stained with the blood of the wicked. A sword by her side, 'The Dawn', given to her by the remaining holy priests of the east. Long, brilliant locks of bleach blond hair, vibrant ocean blue eyes, and a pair of lips that couldn't help but smile, seeing her goal so close. She may of been just a mortal woman, but those who knew what she did, knew what she stood for, they had no doubt if anyone could take this wicked man down, it would be her.
"Open your gates Vlad, unless you're scared of a woman!" She taunted, yelling out with a beautiful yet stern voice. Her eyes were strung to the top of the tower, as if directing her gaze beyond the stone walls, to Vlad himself. It took a minute, with the warrior unflinching in her stare, her grip to her blade as tight as the very gates before her. Suddenly, the massive obsidian bars were raised, and her way open clear. Victoria looked to the doors, grinning.
"She's coming, be ready!" A twisted, malevolent voice rang about the corrupted men and their daemon masters, who steadied themselves. Daemons were rumored to be fearless, to be without human emotions. But none of them could prove such rumors wrong, as their grips were weak, their eyes in panic. She killed so many, it seemed like nothing could halt her...
"I hear a noise!" Shouted one of the twisted men, who slowly approached the door. He placed his ear next to the corrupted wood, hearing soft thumps. "She's trying to knock it down, dumb bitch!" He yelled out with a laugh. The others laughed in turn, seeing the act as quite dumbfounded, too blunt.
But as the laughter continued, splinters of the gate could be seen, the corrupted male being sent flying with various bits of bone and flesh escaping his head. The daemons readied themselves, readied to annihilate the woman.
Victoria had slowly strolled in, her boots clinking against the floor as she eyed her opponents, swirling her sword with utter expertise. "Who is first to die?" She'd ask, chuckling as her confidence was overwhelming, as if fear had left her form....
Now it is your turn to decide. Shall she overcome the daemons and continue or fall prey and raped mercilessly to the point of mindless arousal?
Please choose in the poll.
The decision will be decided when one option receives ten votes.
But Victoria would prove them wrong. A slender woman stood before the gates, clad in silver armor that was stained with the blood of the wicked. A sword by her side, 'The Dawn', given to her by the remaining holy priests of the east. Long, brilliant locks of bleach blond hair, vibrant ocean blue eyes, and a pair of lips that couldn't help but smile, seeing her goal so close. She may of been just a mortal woman, but those who knew what she did, knew what she stood for, they had no doubt if anyone could take this wicked man down, it would be her.
"Open your gates Vlad, unless you're scared of a woman!" She taunted, yelling out with a beautiful yet stern voice. Her eyes were strung to the top of the tower, as if directing her gaze beyond the stone walls, to Vlad himself. It took a minute, with the warrior unflinching in her stare, her grip to her blade as tight as the very gates before her. Suddenly, the massive obsidian bars were raised, and her way open clear. Victoria looked to the doors, grinning.
"She's coming, be ready!" A twisted, malevolent voice rang about the corrupted men and their daemon masters, who steadied themselves. Daemons were rumored to be fearless, to be without human emotions. But none of them could prove such rumors wrong, as their grips were weak, their eyes in panic. She killed so many, it seemed like nothing could halt her...
"I hear a noise!" Shouted one of the twisted men, who slowly approached the door. He placed his ear next to the corrupted wood, hearing soft thumps. "She's trying to knock it down, dumb bitch!" He yelled out with a laugh. The others laughed in turn, seeing the act as quite dumbfounded, too blunt.
But as the laughter continued, splinters of the gate could be seen, the corrupted male being sent flying with various bits of bone and flesh escaping his head. The daemons readied themselves, readied to annihilate the woman.
Victoria had slowly strolled in, her boots clinking against the floor as she eyed her opponents, swirling her sword with utter expertise. "Who is first to die?" She'd ask, chuckling as her confidence was overwhelming, as if fear had left her form....
Now it is your turn to decide. Shall she overcome the daemons and continue or fall prey and raped mercilessly to the point of mindless arousal?
Please choose in the poll.
The decision will be decided when one option receives ten votes.