Remnant: Dark Angel Chapter 1aMore Like This
The annoying thing about blood is that it gets everywhere and takes forever to clean. The crowd didn't seem to mind however. In fact, they applauded its presence, roaring in awe of each cut and gash that opened. They laughed at the cries of the dying, and jeered at the one survivor out of all of them.
No one wanted him to be the last standing, yet there he was, as he had been for every show since his first appearance a year ago. No matter what odds were against him, he seemed to take the challenges in stride, not showing a hint of hesitation or fear of death. The large expanse of the Arena had been drenched in the blood of those who tried to destroy him. He was a challenger in name only, because no one wanted to shame the title of champion by giving it to a monster's son.
It didn't help matters that Seraphim, son of Servat, was an oddity
Remnant: The Second WaveMore Like This
William gasped. His emerald eyes snapped open, revealing the dark interior of his room. The thin sheets and his fire red hair clung to his half naked body from cold sweat.
It was the dream again.
He glanced at the chronometer near his bed. The glowing blue display shone three a.m. from its silver dome. He got up anyway, the remnants of his nightmare still playing on his nerves. The shag carpet tickled his bare feet as he threw back the thick curtains that hid the sliding crystalline door to the balcony beyond. The large moon of Exodus flooded his room with eerie green light. William gazed at the cityscape below him, glistening with the roving lights of traffic and the stationary lights of homes and businesses that never slept.
Towering metal behemoths as far as the eye could see reached for the night sky like finger pointing toward a creator, the same as th
Zenith OCT Round 2: Aeren VS TyraKiseki Senmonka found Aeren in his quarters busy at work on one of his experimental contraptions. Glaring at his back she authoritatively called his attention, “Burning Water, your battle is within the hour shouldn’t you be on your way to the fields?”More Like This
Spinning on his heels, Aeren turned to return her glare pointing the tool in his hand her aggressively, “I told you before, my name’s Aeren Blanc.”
She lowered her head deepening her glare, “Are you really so determined to disobey your superiors?” She sighed reaching for a bag that hanged by her side “Fine, Aeren Blanc, as I said last time my contacts wish to sponsor you in the tournament and given your recent success they intend to keep sponsoring you.” Tossing the bag onto his desk she lightened her gaze. “You surprise me Aeren, you’re the only contestant who doesn’t seem to be spending the hours before the contest preparing.”
“And you underestimat
Chapter 1: The Power of Flight“This is not what I had in mind when I meant to go on a walk!”More Like This
Farfy scampered up the stairwells, his body drenched in sweat and panting heavily. The dragon remembered walking into the vine-covered building, partially crept out by the grinning skulls and how the tower looked like it was about to crumble any second. Now he wished that he stood in his humble little room that the dark haired woman forced him, cuddling in the pile of pillows and hats he tore apart to make his bed.
“Come back little dragon!”
The dragon squeaked as he dodged an oncoming blade then made his way up another floor. Ever since he entered the building, a young girl with dark curls and doll like clothes stalked him with the purpose of killing him. All he asked for was guidance about what to do inside of the tower, but she immediately drew her weapons and charged at him.
Farfy panted as he reached the top of the third floor and took a deep breath. Thank goodness he remembered how to use his l