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*This is a long one, make sure you adequate time to read*
He gazed around...
The vampire had been asleep for a long time, he knew that, but to be awakened so suddenly made the vampire angry. He had fresh blood coarsing through his veins, that ghould now lay crippled in a heap at his feet. He looked down at his claws...blooded and sharp. Time to use them again.
The roar had shocked everything in the woods. Men, eager to slay ghouls again, now paused, knowing what had made the roar. Fear filled the men again, while courage filled the ghouls. Even without his supreme presence the ghouls stilled were imbued with bravery....the few fightin back suddenly filled with rage and lay upon the humans with a ferocious lust. Several were killed, but for the first time in a long while, human blood spattered the ground. Speckled, dripping or flowing, the colouful red blood was now in several places in the woods, as the ghouls rose in rebellion against their tormentors...plunging sharpened teeth into armoured neck, swiping at mailed chests, kicking downed corpses and surging forwards tittering manically...
The stirgoi hadn't taken long to find fresh prey. He now moved with an eerie grace, almost prancing from one soldier to the other, decapitating, drying the corpse and moving to the next. Each warrior was encountere, killed and sucked dry by the strigoi all in about 2 seconds. After the first group were drained, the strigoi held his arms out...His sides became hazy and dark...before he became a shadow and hit the ground, then with immense speed he raced through the woods.
The next man, walking alone was the next to encouter the marauding shadow, completly oblivious to the great beast circling him, he carried on walking. The strigoi slowly reformed physically behind him, lurching behind him fangs out and ready. His red eyes pulsing with anger, the next scream of the night quickly followed...
In the nearby village word had escaped the vampire was free, panic had spread rapidly. The village itself was right next to the wood, and was only built recently, on the sure knowledge that the vampire was gone. Some people refused to flee, either to take up weapons, or to stay in their homes as many didn't believe the rumours of the vampire. The few to take up arms were few in number, only 40 or 50...the hordes of the forest seemes endless. Hundreds of years ago the very same vampire would feed on the villagers ancestors, friends relatives. This had driven many from the village to the nearby town of Tyriton.
The strigoi had been found by several groups and had begun to form a huddle around him. His dark words obeyed, and understood, by every ghould around. They knew this single figure was their only hope. He stood twice as tall as any ghoul, even with his back hunched. His teeth longer than a ghould hand. A thousand years had seen this fledgling vampire blossom into the king of the wood, feared by all, respected by all, worshipped by all, even those who didn't care to admit it...
Towers had been manned, entrances to the village guarded, carts loaded up, and arrows set in their quivers. The 40 or so men wasn't enough to hold off the vampire himself, let alone the vast army he could summon around him. However this force was promised to be reinforced. Tyriton had many elite warriors, and messengers had sent reports of vast numbers of heavily armed warriors marching towards the village to help. What had begun as a mission to simply buy some time, now had hope, and could possibly be a victory.
A ghoul had reached the edge of the woods, and was peering out carefully, inspecting the village. In the centre, just visible, was a statue of a great Hippogirff, with rider in a heroic position with dead ghouls surrounding it. A moment in time capture in stone, bits chipped of and fading. However little did the humans know what was next in that scene of victory...Ignorant fools...
The ghoul let out a low pitch whistle, barely detectable to human ears, yet clear as a scream to the ghouls. Several ghouls leaped out of the foliage and charged towards the village, yelling insults and waving their arms in a frenzied manner. A volley of arrows was let loose, and the ghouls fell to the ground, arrows shafts protruding from their chests. Only a few carried on their adavnce, only to be shot down again by the next volley. A second wave emerged, bigger this time, at the next whistle. Racing forwards to the village, again many were shot down, but this time about 20 managed to get into the village.
They killed everything, cattle, pigs, sheep, and humans. The burst into houses, blooded and frenzied, tearing at inhabitants and carrying off screaming children. Many were beaten to death with rolling pins, saucepans, or any household object that could be used as a weapon. The second wave was quick, but bloody and did much damage.
Then the strigoi appeared in the village, his vast wings spread wide around him, stretching out, as if they touched the edges of the earth. He landed, and snarled, all the neaby towns guard drew their weapons, fear gripping their hearts. The strigoi didn't even move, taking to arrows into him from the nearest watchtower. One hitting the neck, and the other the lower leg. Slowly he removed both, and snapped them in half.
The next move caught everyone by surprise, the strigoi waved his hand in the air, uttering aracne words. A black bolt erputed from his finger tips blowing the tower to bits, he spun around and unleashed the same devastation on the other tower. Following on from this destruction he plunged his hand into the ground, ripping up the soil and roaring. Several hands erupted from the ground, the strigoi cackling, took off and flew further down the road.
Several zombies emerged from the ground, groaning and leering as they lurched towards the militia. Green flesh hung is, while some beared claw marks brutally etched onto their chests like a painting. Many came from near the soldier, grabbing at their legs, dragging them to the floor before feasting. Other zombies were cut to bits, their stale blood staining the ground a grey, red colour.
Withing minutes the whole town was erupting with the foul constructs. Thr bodies of the recnetly killed, suddenly waking up, with evil intent in their eyes to kill loved ones. They lurched towards the surviving troops, hands oustretched ready to choke and grip.
Then when the zombies came within grabbing distance a horn was sounded on the horizon.
Tyriton had kept its promise, the cavalry were here...
keep it coming, i love these stories.
5 stars, amazing!
Thats a "will do"...
I love writing these, and if the people like them thats all the better!
what i especially love is how you make ghouls, which i used to think were mindless "creatures" kinda like wolves who just obeyed their master, into a community of people striving to survive.
gives the impression that while they are evil, so to speak, they just come from a different stand than the empire
and that strigoi is one nasty fighter [i also like the propaganda with the statue]