Savig'd Lands

[Warwick]

:Savig'd Lands:


The land was barren and the ground lay black, the sky appeared red and the dead clouds wandered in melancholy. The air was dry and chilled, a breeze kicked up and swept the black sand across the demolished ground. The smell of dried blood danced in the wind, death had made it’s toll on miles of wealthy land. In the center of it all stood a man, a man unharmed by the massive explosion. His clothes were ripped and tattered hanging in the wind, his flesh was drenched in a filth of settling smoke. His posture was worn and beat, his singed hair seemed to roll with the air and his eyes were held tightly shut.

His eye lids elevated open and his eyes adjusted to the red sky. His mind jumped into total confusion. His pupils searched the vast area of barren nothing, his knees folded beneath him. There he sat for hours, waiting for the answer to the one question on his mind “What happened?” His mind raced through the last few memories before his ears met dead silence. Thoughts flashed around in his head, stampeding him like buffalo then it hit him. The last sight of his claws was a strange one.

It all came back, he had been wandering through the back roads and alleyways of Nymphitica, when he was suddenly attacked by a bum with the smell of alcohol all over him. Savig tried not to harm him, using some simple self defense skills, but the man just wouldn’t lay off. Savig released his claws and got a sudden pure breath of fresh air, but then the odd coloring of his claws caught his attention confusion was unleashed. They were speckled with rust spots, forming small droplets of what seemed to be silver matter. A droplet slowly started to roll down the length of the blade, contact between the two was lost. Then what was about to happen flashed in mind, he lifted his head upward and slowly closed his eyes to avoid being blinded. A last memory came to him, as his eyes closed, a figure in a green cloak sat atop a building staring down on him with a smirk of accomplishment.

He gathered himself and climbed back to his feet. Which direction to go was the new question, either way he was sure it was a long walk. His body started north, as his eyes raised over the horizon he noticed something that would be a bit of a problem. Just a couple miles ahead was apparently the end of disaster, but he also realized he was in a mile deep canyon. He kept walking, miles had passed and the end was not near, Savig started to worry. Had his estimation on how away the end would, was the canyon wall taller then a mile. Savig stopped walking and kept his eyes ahead, he felt like he was still in the middle of this hole, once again his mind felt lost. He peered of at the canyon’s ridge and noticed something jump from the canyon top.

Savig wondered what would jump down such a great distance, and why. By the looks of the silhouette whatever it may be was large. Could something actually live through such a great fall, could it help him out of hear in some way? Savig wanted an answer and fast, so he blasted forward, pounding all his energy into his legs. Running as fast as he could, trying not to let his body get away from him. He lost it, lost footing, and tripped face first into the black sand. He had a visual, a frightening yet joyful visual. Something was coming to attack him soon, something big and powerful. Though fear from this large contestant elevated in his eyes, the pure joy of fighting also took place.

He was laying in push up position when he saw the beast off in the distance. He sat quietly waiting, watching the mammoth of a creature approach. His came into clear view, black, with the body of a boar and the feet of a lion, though as it drew closer Savig noticed it was about three times the size of a full grown buffalo. His mind searched for the name of this creature, as it came closer his mind was busy at work. Then he suddenly realized it had leaped for him, Savig jumped up and darted at the mongrel.

The beast landed on the other side of his prey and slid to a stop. Savig’s feet slid through the sand as he turned to face his opponent. His heart raced as it finally came to him, beast was the rare Black Bion. Savig had fought many of the most popular White Bion, they are much smaller in size and are believed to have less hunting skills. There is an estimate of only three Black Bion in existence. They are known for their eternal life span and superb hunting skills.

The Black Bion darted toward Savig once again, savage waited for the Beast to be in a tackling position. The time came the bion tilted it’s head down and came full force like a battering ram. When the beast was just inches from Savig’s face he leaped up into the air, his legs were taken out from under him. Savig flipped over and started to roll off the Bion’s back, he lunged his right hand into the side of the beast. His claws injected a slight splintering pain into mammoth beast, blood drizzled out and ran down Savig’s arm. The beast kept running, bucking up and down to try and shake Savig free. Savig starting sliding, his claws were slicing through the mongrel’s flesh.

Savig grunted as he slung his left arm up jabbing the claws into the beast’s side, he started to climb up the side of the savage brute. Claw in claw out, muscles pumping and heart racing Savig made it to the peek of the Bion’s back. The monstrous being kicked it’s back leg and bucked Savig forward into the air. Savig lost contact with the predator, soaring the air, he reach his arm out to it’s extent, his claws caught the head of the Bion. The sudden stop from the high speed flight jerked his arm out of place. Savig plowed his body down between the eyes of his attacker. Savig got his footing on the face of the Bion and starting giving blows into it’s forehead.

Claws digging in and ripping out blood was slinging through air, the beast closed eyes and tumbled to the ground. Black sand rustled up around the Bion, Savig grasped his claws deep in its skull. The fall of his once predator jostled him around and he lost footing. He released himself from the clump of dead wrath and fell to the ground. He stood in front of the Black Bion, blood dripping from his chin, knuckles splattered in another’s blood, and his shirt clung to him wet with the dark gore. Savig turned around and his sight was short, the canyon wall was just feet away.

It was at least four miles high and was smooth without a single jagged rock coming from it. Savig stared in oblivion trying to find a way out of this death hole, his mind wandered through it’s most intelligent crevices. He knew if it came down to it he would end up having to climb it, which could take days. He knew there had to be another way.

Finally a new plan came to hand, he walked over to dead carcass, put away his claws, and grabbed onto the left back foot of the beast. He used all the strength in his arms and started to drag the body in circles. He started to gain momentum and the Bion left the ground. Savig kept spinning gaining speed, then with a swift thrust he tossed the mammoth. The dead weight of the mongrel smashed into the canyon wall, Savig’s eyes steadily watched through the dust waiting to see the rock come plummeting down. The dust cleared and he watched as his weapon of the dead slowly peeled from the wall and fell to the canyon floor. The wall was cracked, yet did not cave as planned.

Savig was furious he just knew he was going to have to climb straight up. Filled with anger he pulled his sword out and tossed it up at the cracked wall. It span through the air, thrown with precision and soaring like a spear. It sliced into the thick canyon wall, Savig started to hear a bit of a rumble and his eyes widened as he watched the wall come tumbling down.

A rush of black sand collided with Savig’s body, his hair kick back in the filthy breeze, and a smile came over his face as he knew the wall was climbable. Before the air fully cleared he walked forward and started the easy climb up to the top. Though he had lost his sword in all the rubble he had gained a bit of relief. The overall four mile climb was turned into a simple five mile up hill walk.

He reached the surface and noticed the surviving rest of the city was deserted. The buildings were leaning, cracked, and smoking. This puzzled Savig dearly, antimatter doesn’t have after effects such as tremors or whatever could have caused this. He wandered the roads, climbing over rubble and watching the war damaged buildings. As he walked he couldn’t help, but think he was being watched. Concentrating closely on the future waiting for his sign something to help come up that could help him.

The next few hours of his life came to a waist, he had searched the rubble for survivors, the seemed deserted. There was no sign of life not even a car, every building was empty and seemed that life was never put into existence here. He decided to walk to a nearby village just north of him. The walk was a short two maybe three mile walk.

Time slowly faded and daylight was coming to a rest. Savig could see his up coming destination, the small little village of Dimaryp. The village only consisted of a pharmacy, a ratty motel, a corner grocery, couple old shacks and a resident count of about 70. The roads were nothing but lumps of stones and the buildings were either constructed of adobe or wood.

Savig’s feet scraped through the pebble road, making his way to the motel. It was a dirty peach color, the walls were chipped and cracked, the roof was constructed of rusted tin with wholes places throughout it. He made his way through the molding door, across the concrete floor and over to the front desk. The man behind the counter had short nappy grey hair, his jaw was bristled in grey stub, and his skin was dark from sun exposure.
Savig got to the desk, looked the man in his grimy face and asked for a room. The clerked reached for a key and laid it on the counter, his nails were long and filled with dark foul and vile substance “Room 207" The man said grinning, his teeth were chipped and infected in light brown.

Savig looked him in his pale yellow eyes and said “um... what’s the cost?”

“We don’t use currency in this here town anymore.” the clerk said with a real raspy southern accent.

“Ok...” Savig said to himself as he walked back out the termite infested doors. Savig had to walk to the back side of the motel to find his room. He entered the black room and flipped the light switch, and was disgusted with the sight that came to him. It was a one room hole of misery, the bathroom was open with the sleeping area and the furniture was poor. The walls were a vile green, chipped and cracked. The floor seemed to once a white carpet, but now sat in clarity with soot. The bed sat naked with yellow marks resting in it’s center. Savig wondered where the blanket was, then he seen it, all wrinkled up and in the corner behind the door. He lifted it up and it too seemed to be painted with stains.

Savig walked over to inspect the lavatory supplies. The sink’s water ran muddy and it’s skin was glued in grime. The toilet was clogged and filled with a thick putrid brown substance. The bathtub was layered in black grime and it too supplied muddy water.

Savig grabbed the blanket and laid it on the surface of the bed. The room didn’t have any pillows, but even if they did Savig would prefer not to rest his head on it. He rested on the bed looking up to the ceiling. The tin roof was visible from the inside, so were the rotted wood beams that supported it. His eyes reflected the flickering light as he sat in silence reviewing on the days activities.

He readied for sleep and brought himself to his feet. He made his way towards the door to turn the light switch off when he suddenly heard a pounding on the doors. “Who could be out this late at night?” he wondered to himself. Savig wasn’t really up for company right now, so he turned out the lights and was about to turn around, when suddenly the door shattered into the like glass.

Splintered wood poured into Savig’s skin as this second of his life was lasting a life time. Savig looked to the door to view his intruder. The silhouette was lined like the one on the roof top earlier. Savig released his claws and the figure said with a real calm soft spoken voice that could send chills up anyone’s spine “No, no now, don’t want to harm anyone else, now do we?”

With what light entered the room Savig glanced at his claws and seen they were rusting again. He slipped them back into his skin to keep from allowing the antimatter to form again. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” savig questioned intent on an instant answer.

“My real name is Vince Young, but I preferred to be called Verdant, and what I want is the antimatter from your claws.” He said sending chills down into Savig’s curling spine.

“Take my swo...”

Savig was interrupted by Verdant “Sword? Oh beat you to it,” He paused and pulled the sword from his back “but I want more.” He stopped and came to a laugh.

:Sorry it's so long, will continue very soon:

[Cyris]

Very good. The only thing wrong was that I didnt know it had changed to night time when it did. Other than that it was very good. I cant wait for the next part.

[Warwick]

:I wrote this little bit at about 2:00 am this morning so it might sound a little lame, I don't know you let me know and I'll try to fix it:CONTINUED:

The shining silver sparkled in Savig’s eyes as he carefully watched his the sword that controlled his sword. His hands longed to feel the sword back in his palms and to feel the tattered leather handle roll within them. His muscles cringed to hold the sword again, Savig looked down to his hands and seen his fingers twitch to be united with the sword. His mind contemplated whether to try and regain his sword, risk the rusting phenomenon to occur in the sword, or let Verdant keep his beloved sword.

Thoughts rolled through his mind as he deciphered the possible way to get the sword back. He knew after he got it he would have to keep Verdant’s mind distracted from effecting his the metal on his sword. It hit him, he lunged his arm forward with his hand spread open and fingers locked like a bear trap. Contact between flesh and metal was made, his fingers clamped down in a most powerful manner. His reflexes jerked his arm back as the blade cut into his the skin of his palm. He let go and watched as his hand drew the blood back in and started to close. Verdant seemed didn’t seem surprised in the least, his eyes began to glow green, vines started to grow from behind his back. The greenery ravaged through out the air, thrashing in spine tangling jerks and snapping the calm air.

Verdant slipped the sword back in it’s poor case and stepped forward, revealing mor of his body. He was tall and slender, his skin was young and healthy. His face was crooked and scarred, his nose seemed to be broke, and at this point his eyes glowed green. He wore a long green cloak with a green velvet cape following behind it, and a hood that shadowed most of his face.

Savig balled his fist and lunged forward, only to be stopped by thorny vines that came from all angles, wrapping his arms behind his back, a vine tangled it’s self around Savig’s neck and tightened, his feet tipped the ground and he struggled to get his footing. He was defenseless in all aspects, unable to defend himself for the first time since childhood. Verdant stepped forward and glared into Savig’s eyes “Now I will remove your claws and leave you to die...”. Rigid sharp vines started to poke at Savig’s hand, his skin started to peel and the vines ripped into his flesh.

Time had seemed to pause in the room, anger floated about, the only sound was that of blood trickling down to the ground. “Nooooo!” Savig screamed as he once again released his claws. The vines were snapped into threads, his hands were free again and with Verdant off guard he swung both hands forward, plummeting into Verdant’s lungs. The vines above Savig snapped and his feet came to a firm rest on the ground.

Verdant’s mind raced for a counter on this attack, but the pain was too much. He tried to concentrate enough to abolish the metal resting within his lungs. His mind’s powers had went blank, he felt the claws leave his system, his body felt week and he collapsed to the floor. Savig pulled his sword from Verdant’s sheath and placed it back in it’s home. He looked down at Verdant, fighting for air as blood trickled out of the freshly cut vents. Savig decided to let his prey suffer in agony until the reaper came and relieved him from anguish, so he slowly walked from the motel and wandered off into the neighboring corn fields.

:I will try and continue soon and please let me know if this last post is lame:

[Cyris]

It was a tad lame. It wasnt bad, but it could use improvement. Like at the begining, after you stated that you wanted the sword back you kinda kept saying it over and over, and you say sword to much, but other than that it is good. Keep writing.

[Warwick]

yeah, whenever I wrote this my mind was just dull and tired of thinking, so you see what that evolved into.