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He rose. His two red eyes piercing the darkness around him. He snarled as he saw the human lamps in the distance. In the distance many of these lamps could be seen, as the darkness the strigoi conjured covered the once beautiful land like a carpet. The humans had no idea that the trap that would seal all of their fates was being exectued, none would be left alive.
The two ghouls rushed forwards, charging through the forest to the mens left flank. Any foliage was quickly dodged, with a eerie grace that no human could manage. The lamps flickered upon the forest, meaning the ghouls stayed silent, yet no less deadly and organized. They feared they're master, knowing he could find them if they didn't do his bidding. And those massive claws could rip them apart so easily...
The humans marched towards the hulking vampire, he didn't fear these men, the party sent to dispose of him was hardly prepared, torches and lamps the only source of light. He could disappear into the shadows instantly. Knowing he had the advatage he writhed in discomort as two wings erupted from is back, leaning back and opening his mouth he let out a blood curdeling roar. He then raced foward and took flight, ready to draw blood.
The ghouls in the woods knew the signal. The humans had stopped in shock as they're master roared. The nearest ghoul smiled menacingly, knowing his master wasn't the only one who would feast tonight. He crept forwards, eager to pounce, yet withheld his temptation to rush forwards like a well trained soldier. When the timing was right, he leapt forwards, screaming as his companions surged to join him. The humans, caught by suprise as they weren't expecting a flank attack, barely had enough time to raise a defence. They fell easily, the bodies lay still in the positions they died in, shocked expressions covering many faces. The humans near the centre raised wooden shields, and pointed out crude daggers. The ghouls still charged forwards, they're claws dancing in front of them, cleaving a path of carnage through the disoriantated militia of troops. soon the blood was dripping from bodies, making puddles of scarlet that shined even in the black.
The strigoi was making better progress than all of his minions combined. Still ariborne he conjured bolts of dark magic that sucked the souls, leaving corpses that showed no signs of death, even the eyes looked alive. Once he landed he began slicing his way, picking up one unlucky person by the neck,lifting them several metres off the ground before slicing off they're head and throwing them back into the dismay. Merging back into the shadows the strigoi then rose from the ground behind another soldier. Before burying his teeth into the soldiers neck. He sucked the corpses dry in seconds, but one raging man buried his weapon into the strigoi's neck. No blood came out like a reguler human, and the immunity to the wound the beast suffered made the man stare for a mere second, the last second he saw before becoming another corpse in the carnage. The wound the vampire suffered would have killed anything else alive in this place. But it was these strengths that made many creatures fear the strigoi, nothing else had that power.
The carnage ended shortly, several ghouls lay dead, weapons buried in their chests, or heads detatched from the owners body. However for every ghould that died, 10 humans died with them, the ghouls bringing down several times their own number.
The surviors gathered around the corpses, but the battle was far from over.
The darkness didn't just benfit the undead vampire. Had a little light been shed on the situation the strigoi would have seen the next foe coming.
As a large creature hit the sie of the vampire he was thrown several metres before slamming to the ground. A large clawed foot came down, crushing the lord of the night, breaking every bone in his body, twisting his limbs and compressing his organs. The strigoi let out a night-peircing cry, before closing his eyes and letting his head roll back. The hippogriff let out a shriek, knowing it had killed the vampire.
The rider of the hippogriff was a bold character, a long flowing mane of jet black hair slid down his neck, while his armour could be seen even in the dim light. Two blue eyes leered out at the ghouls, who wimpered and shaked. knowing they're master was dead. The hippogriff flung itself forwards, snapping a ghould in half with its strong beak, and breaking anothers back as it kicked out with its rear leg. The ghouls stumbled back, all hope was lost for the survivors. The beast slowly paced forwards, teasing the fate of the inevitable massacere.
Suddenly. behind the beast there was a loud growl, and two eyes could be seen leering from just above the riders head. The colour, and arrogance immediately drained from his face, as he was snatched of his steed, neck broken and fluids drained by the figure. The hippogriff turned around, seeing the creature that it had just crushed earlier flying behind it with its master in hand.
Rage filled the bird creature, if it could kill this monstrosity of nature then its master's death would be avenged. However the hippogiff didn't have the element of suprise this time, only snatching at the beasts arm, clipping off a chunk off muscle. The large chunk slowly grew back, as the strigoi let out another growl. Flying forwards the strigoi knocked the beast over, then he proceeded to gently fly to the ground, striding forwards. Look at the creatures legs he took one in his grasp with one hand, holding of the beasts snapping jaws with the other. Slowly he bent the legs untill a large crunch of bone could be heard.
"Feast boys", the ghouls approached, sniggering and laughing, as they knew the tables were turned.
It is a good read, well done . I like vampire fluff very much, since they're probably my favourite mythical creature.
"Well... that hurt" - Vampire Jon Skellan (Mannfred's right hand man) after being beaten up, falling down an underground waterfall and being impaled by a stalactite.
Awesome read man, but you should change most of your "they're"'s to "their"'s. It's kinda one of my pet peeves, so no offense intended. Vampires are pretty damn awesome too, I love the way you described the strigoi, especially because it's my favorite kind of Bloodline (although I'm not sure if they're capable of speech, what with them being a montrosity and all :ninja: ).
Strigoi can speak, definitely. It would be hard to speak arcane words of magic etc etc.
Anyways, nice story *nods*
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