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Posted on December 6, 2009 at 02:39:50 AM by BRYCE
all the broken hearted people desecration is the smile on my face you’ll not feel the drowning Name: Bryce Gender: Male Appearance: Bryce has a mop of brown hair, sometimes spiked, sometimes in a fallen lump on his head. His skin is slightly tanned, his eyes a light, inquisitive blue. He still wears the tunica he was given in Aruthë- black, gold-edged with a golden shield and a grey-ish serpent weaving around the shield. His breeches were black and he wore leather riding boots. A black hide belt holds his long, black hilted sword and on the other side, a shield, black with the same logo as on his tunica rests, but sometimes, since it isn’t his, he puts it wherever he is supposed to be staying. He isn’t visibly muscled, but he is quite strong. Of middle height and weight, Bryce is quite normal. Renegade is a large black wolf, with no grey around his body anywhere. His fur is silky and soft. Unlike Bryce, his muscles are most definitely visible. Renegade is absolutely fast and strong for a wolf, and because of that he has a scary, creepy look. His eye’s match the shade of Bryce’s, so it is easy to see that they are familiar and fairy, not just fairy and large guard-dog. Age: 19 Personality: Bryce is a loyal, tough, seasoned warrior. He isn’t scared of anything but Renegade’s, his, or anyone he knows death. The eternal void scares him. Being beside Renegade turns him into a deadly fighter when he has to be. Bryce isn’t afraid to spend months, years training for goal he wants to meet, a skill he wants master, something he has to achieve. Completely driven by determination, he can seem a little odd on the first meeting, but anyone who is older and had experienced the kind of kick Bryce gets, the understand him. Feeling completely at home serving someone, Bryce would never aim to control anything, just being a warrior for a leader, preferably one with a wolf familiar. Renegade is the more violent, controlled, plotting version of Bryce. With all of Bryce’s skill, he uses his speed and strength wisely in battles and when he wants something. Renegade has a little more intelligence than Bryce, planning a little more instead of rushing headlong into something. He is just as loyal and easy to talk too as Bryce, just a little stronger and ruthless. History: Bryce was a lesser guard at the fortress of Aruthë, part of a large kingdom a young boy had inherited. Coming from a family of talented warriors and swordsmen, Bryce worked hard to live up to his family’s shadow. He received two commendations from the king and was, as soon as he hit twenty, going to be promoted to Captain. He was too young to undertake the higher jobs. Most guards are bonded to a obedient animal; one thing that ensured Bryce’s career was that his familiar was a large, regal black wolf. Renegade helped Bryce in his skirmishes with petty thieves more than the other dogs could. Renegade allowed Bryce to be put on the hunting party many a time. Together, Bryce and Renegade carved out a path so wide and a shadow so far they could have been the most successful duo ever- but then the Aarcadian’s attacked. The fortress of Aruthë was well protected. The king himself had been residing there. But, despite everyone’s best try, Aruthë fell. Renegade dragged an unconscious Bryce out of the ruins and saved him from any wandering Aarcadian warriors or thieves. They journeyed together since then, looking for somewhere else to pledge their allegiance too. Your player name: Drake How you found out about us: Just browsing through other sites. Sample Post: Guards swarmed along the stone battlements; Bryce alongside his massive Renegade, trailing behind a warrior holding a deadly lance. Bryce... the giant wolf thought. The late teen looked down, but he didn’t need to ask what was wrong with his familiar. The alarm bell sounded it out for him. Silently and professionally Bryce slid off the top of the wall, landing nimbly with a hulk of wolf beside him. People were running into their homes, just as silently. They knew that if they pretended to already be dead or not there, they might survive. But quiet was not the way with the Aruthë guardians, who clanked out the castle door with King Aeron at their side, brandishing a sword. Flashing Bryce that grin that Bryce had seen many a child flash and get killed by being swept up into a fight, Bryce shook his head, drew his sword and slid his hand into the shield straps, unbuckling it from the belt and attaching it to his arm all in the same motion. Whirling round, he ran with the rest of the guards who were allowed – or wanted – to desert the posts and run to the front of the castle in search of enemies. Instinct and fear had already taken over Renegade, who ran with Bryce before stopping and turning round on one paw. Bryce narrowed his eyes as the wolf began to run down the huge street to the castle- and the south end of the fort. Taking a huge leap, the animal used speed to take him off the wall and was leaping down, the sounds of yells and screams following his descent. Bryce and a few others swore colourfully. They had managed to sneak around like little bugs on the haunches of a horse. Not being as heavily armoured as some, Bryce ran ahead, turning round from the gates quickly and shuffling on the small earth that bordered the man-made river protecting Aruthë. Taking a deep breath, clearing his mind...then he was gone, full of Renegade’s senses and stealth, pushing himself right against the wall. Everything was disjointed, as it always was. There wasn’t enough of someone’s senses to share it fully, without one going in to the others head. Bryce leapt over the river, crouching in a ditch. He could see Renegade, dancing in and out, challenging the ones that weren’t armoured, breaking necks and ripping open stomachs. He crawled up and watched for a second. He could have stayed there forever, the sick beauty he felt about the bloodshed he saw through wolves eyes...But one saw him. Rushing in, Bryce was forced to catch a blow on his shield, then slice his blade across the man’s stomach. Raising his head as warriors ran from Renegade to this lone wolf standing on the battlefield, he saw the mass of forces camping, ready to attack Aruthë. He swore again, growling menacingly as warriors approached, blades, lances, axes, any weapon they had ready to strike the blow of death to this seemingly dumbstruck young man who held a sword and could be a threat to them. The knights of Aruthë had went the other way, thinking Bryce could hold off half an army on his own. The guards had the same stupid confidence, even the archers too amazed at watching to fire any of their arrows, all laced with poison. One tried to strike. Bryce ducked, his hair flying everywhere as his feet caught the edge of the ditch, propelling him upwards, burying his blade in one’s neck. I meant to do that, he told Renegade. The wolf silently agreed, jumping on one at the end’s back and burying his sharpened canines into one’s neck, ripping out the jugular to leave him lying on the ground, bleeding his last few painful moments. That was it. The rustic, warmth of the blood seeping into the ground sent Renegade into a frenzy, cutting man after man down with a swipe of his paws. They barely had anything on, making them easy prey for the gigantic wolf. Bryce snarled, feeling the anger and helplessness from Renegade’s side, pressing harder and harder into the forces. The un-armoured ones fell easily. Their blood made the ground red, dying the river. Bryce started to hope that they didn’t make it. The men and woman of Aruthë wouldn’t be able to drink from the river till the next week, for they had carefully mapped tides in their land, and only one day a month would the tides clean the river. Shaking the thought viciously from his head, Bryce took a leap over someone’s head, he smashed his shield into the temple, bowling the man over and into the river, who then drowned in his unconsciousness. The death didn’t bother Bryce, he didn’t care that he and his familiar were making sure families went hungry, he didn’t care that they were making tiny little specks of light on the world they lived in get extinguished. The just didn’t care. How dare they attack where the most powerful warriors reside? How dare they? Bryce! Renegade yelled mentally. Compose yourself, for god’s sake! You will lose yourself to the anger I hold, the anger only a wolf can master without going mad! Don’t rely on my emotions! As if snapping from a trance, Bryce realised that everyone about him was dead, and he had been stabbing dead bodies. He could have fallen on his knees and begged for someone to kill him for his crime, but all he did was close his brilliant blue eyes and find himself, not Renegade, in his whirling mind. When his eyes opened, they had that devilishly deadly look glinting in them that Bryce always had. Renegade? Bryce asked. Renegade didn’t answer, but Bryce felt his attention. Is it the human way to fight with only meaning of taking territory? The wolf snorted, in complete disdain for Bryce caring so much. Grinning evilly, Bryce shrugged. “Yeah. Who cares?” He said out loud. Walking slowly, deliberately, he approached the armoured warriors that stood on the edge of the camp that no one noticed until they had fired an arrow up. His shield, which had had the leather straps buckling it to his arm slashed fell to the ground with a soft thud as Bryce unbuckled it. He wanted to know how the others were going on – the fortress was too large to hear the sounds of battle on the other side – but he had problems of his own. The warriors facing him were visibly well trained, and Bryce wasn’t that good of a fighter. Standing beside him, Renegade raised his head and howled to the moon, which was clearly visible in the biting winter cold. Dropping his short sword, Bryce picked up a large sword, a little wider and longer. It felt weird, but natural. The other sword hadn’t been right for him. Looking at the warriors through his fringe, he heard their battle cry then they were upon him. It was dark. Too dark. Bryce was going to cry out that he couldn’t see, but then he opened his eyes. The smoke stung. The bruise on the side of his face stung. Why did everything sting? Growling, Bryce pushed himself up into a crouching position. He still held the sword, but everything was up in flames. Renegade was dragging him through flames, but as fast as possible. Stopping, the huge wolf collapsed beside his fairy. Bryce couldn’t open his mouth. His mind wasn’t focused enough to speak to Renegade. Having collapsed back down to be dragged, he had no balance to stand up again. He did manage to feel the heat from the fire, even though Renegade had dragged him away from it. But...Why was it in flames? Had he went to the camp, then it being burnt down, him being mistaken for one of the enemies? But...If he was at the camp, why was he near the river that lead to the castle gates, with a familiar wooden bridge over the gap? Bryce swore, his voice finally working. No!No!No! Concern radiated from Renegade, but he could do no more than sympathise. Bryce managed to stand, his limbs hurting as he struggled up. Renegade stood beside him, the pair both panting. Pieces of burnt rock lay in front of them. Burnt bodies, armour and swords. But still the flames ravaged the already sparse area. Sheathing the sword, Bryce’s hands curled into fists. ”NO!” He yelled. How could have Aruthë of fallen? How? Why? There was only a handful of warriors left to be defeated by him! And he was a good fighter! But then it struck him...”Jechts...Ones who control the elements completely and utterly. Only they could overwhelm an army of our size,” Bryce whispered. Then looking up, through the flame, he saw someone with the same eye colour reflecting back at him. He blanched. So did the boy on the other side. Staring at each other, so many unspoken words passed between them. A huge black wolf head peered at Renegade. The two pairs stared and stared, trying to understand, to comprehend. Bryce snarled, drawing his sword and leaping forward, dragging the child to the ground. Renegade took the wolf who had tried to leap on Bryce. Sword pressed to the boy’s throat, Bryce growled at him. ”Why?” Bryce thundered. ”Why did you destroy it?” The boy’s blue eyes watered, then his mouth opened, repeating ancient words over and over again, silently. ”Because I was told to,” Then everything went black again. A soft tinkling of water alerted him to the fact he was awake again. He had been trying to ignore the feeling of cold and the bite of the spiky leaf he was next too. All he knew was that he was awake, not anywhere near Aruthë, and that Renegade was hunting for them. That was all he knew. The boy had gone. The boy with the haunting eyes, the boy with the haunting look and voice...Shaking his head, Bryce went back over everything. Aruthë fell to the invaders, although everyone fought bravely. Renegade dragged Bryce to safety, who was then once again knocked unconscious by a boy no bigger than ten. A Jecht, the boy had been a manipulator of elements. Obviously fire, for it had burned in his eyes. Maybe water as well, although he couldn’t tell. His neck was stiff, and so he moved quickly to stop it from locking in place. Grabbing a dock leaf and dipping his sword and the leaf in the small running pond next to him, he started to clean his sword which was utterly covered in dried blood from the battle. His wounds no longer hurt. Because the warriors hadn’t landed a solid hit, he had no cuts. Bryce looked down, watching a tear roll off his face and into the water, making tiny ripples that he followed until they were lost to the eternal pull of the water. Laying his blade down to dry, he sat and watched the burning sun fall from the sky and night begin to descend. Twilight had appeared before Renegade came, dragging the corpse of a small deer. It was still warm, as Renegade had chased it to nearby as so to ensure it was fresh. Bryce had made a fire, and the two ate, Bryce’s food cooked, Renegade’s raw. They ate in silence, their emotions and their looks telling more than their words ever could. Bryce sighed. He couldn’t get the child from his head, he couldn’t get those eyes out of his head. Leaning against a tree, Renegade’s soft fur came beside him, curling up, enjoying the fairy’s hands being beside his body. Everything that happened today just whirled by. He couldn’t even sleep anymore, never mind process everything. Rubbing his hands, those pretty blue occuli of his suddenly appeared down and depressed as he thought of something that didn’t make him happy at all. All the innocent people in the fortress, dead, slaughtered by a king or bandit who wanted somewhere to rule. The life cycle was a cruel one; Bryce had known that, but to experience it and care so much made it a different experience for him. It was if a small part of his soul had sectioned itself off to the world. Today had begun, promising a normal day. The sun had set on a completely extra-ordinary one. “that’s for you to you to decide. i fight to embrace my dreams.” |
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