The Black Wind...
(A silent gale, a muted gust of wind...)
A lone heart pumps louder and louder, shattering the deathly peace of rest.
(A slight breeze, a foretelling of more terrible things to come...)
Screams of pain echo into the night sky, fragmenting into indivudual shards of torment; spreading anguish across the land.
(A howl in the distance, a shadow on the horizon: Apprehension...)
An inferno grips the area in its molten claws and laughs, causing the very Earth to tremble in fear.
(A rush, a touch, eternally flowing: The Black Wind calls...)
Death and more death: the calling card of this horde, this plague upon decent life.
(The tides of time flow, aligning with this wind, this gale, this tornado of emotion...)
The horde leaves naught but scorched craters, frozen wastelands and crushed rubble in its path. Soon, our time too will come to an end.
...Silence returns once more, an eerie silence as all thoughts cease and hearts freeze. Their eyes widen, locked into a nameless expression, reflecting the hidden swirling pool of emotion within. Nobody moves. Nobody dares breathe. Nobody blinks, nor shake or even think. Silence. No heartbeats, no noise...only nothingness.
One of the survivours twitches ever so slightly and all that ever is and ever will be is unleashed in that lone moment: hearts beat like thunder, blood rushes out in a cascading crimson waterfall and all but the one who twitched leaps back; all in one fragment of time, a single moment...Time seems to freeze, unable to cope with all that is occurring. Only when it is certain of what happened, what is happening and what will happen does the flow resume with a sigh.
The surviours look on in horror as the twitcher collapses into a wretched and mangled heap on the floor, the remains of what had once been their barrier embedded in his flesh. A large, smoking cannon is lowered and the mech lumbers fowards, shaking the ground with each echoing, unbearable step. The pilot grins maniacally as the mech advances: getting closer and closer to the survivours, the rebels who dared to defy the New Order of the World.
The survivours all step back and cower, quivering in fear...all but one. He stands there defiantly, tail moving slightly in the newborn breeze, eyes focused on the pilot with all the intensity of the Sun.
The pilot frowns at this and glances again, realising who this cocky punk was. With a sneer he stopped the mech and looked down upon the survivours before addressing them all:
"So! This is how your group ends! This is how the once mighty, honourable and idealistic rebels die!? Pathetic!" With that he spat on the scorched ground before continuing: "You people...We offer you a utopia, a chance for all foolish conflicts to end and THIS is how you repay us!? By declaring war!? Hmph! And to think: all of this simply because you would lose your precious 'freedom'...Had you all seen the error of your ways I would have spared all of you and all races would live in harmony...Except for the Anthro of course." He spat in the defiant one's direction, hoping to strike some fear into the fiery Anthro's heart. But no, just as legend had foretold, he remained as defiant and stubborn as ever.
Glaring at him, the pilot continued, injecting more malice into his voice this time: "But now...There is no choice for me left but to erase you from existence in the name of the Lord who rules Time, Shazron-sama! Any last words, vermin?" He spat out again, directing the last sentence to the fiery Anthro.
The Anthro took a single step foward, closing his eyes. A jumble of cries came from the other survivours, begging him not to do anything. He ignored them, getting into a battle-ready stance.
"Ohhohohoho! I was told you were a stubborn fool, but to go against ME? Truly, you deserve to be crushed...Haven't you realised that it was your fate to die here?" The pilot seemed both amused and frustrated with this continued resistance.
Silence. No breeze, no hearts thumping, just...nothing...
Still, not opening his eyes, the Anthro said but one thing before reaching for his blade: "If it is my fate to die...I shall simply laugh!" And with that he opened his crimson eyes, narrowed them into a determined glare and drew his blade with a swift sound that seemed to pierce through the ages.
(The Black Wind howls...)
A sudden sound blasted out of both nowhere and everywhere, striking everyone to the core. It was a gale, a blizzard, a sign of change...it was eternity, it was zero...It was, is and always will be indescribable, unimaginable and incredible to behold.
"Do you hear that?...That's the sound of The Black Wind..." The Anthro suddenly said in an ominously calm voice. He tightened his grip slightly and tensed his muscles slightly as the mech began to move and the pilot yelled at him, but those curses and insults fell on deaf ears. "Hmph. Howl all you wish...Death is nothing to the reaper!" And with that last warcry the fiery Anthro shot fowards, streaking through the air like a fireball, a single glint that was his blade.
And...as a shot was fired from the mech and all was blinded by the flash of light it caused...that glint too became a streak...
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