|
myOtaku.com
• Join Today!
My Pages
• Home
• Portfolio
• Guestbook
• Quiz Results
Contact Me
E-mail
• Click Here
Vitals
Birthday
• 1988-03-15
Gender
•
Male
Location
• in a small room, with a bed and computer, rocking back and forth in my chair, 'must be the best.'
Member Since
• 2003-10-21
Occupation
• student
Real Name
• sam, so now i guess you think you know me, do you. well yep you do thats all ther is to know.
Personal
Achievements
• writing first book (still writing it)
Anime Fan Since
• anime is that what they call it.
Favorite Anime
• dunno, ninja scroll, trigun, outlaw star, vampire unter D, you know the usual.
Goals
• to some day escape from this room and actually meet people.
Hobbies
• i loove listening to music and doing other stuff, i.e surfing, writing, drawing.
Talents
• its pretty hard being me it takes a supremely talented person. (head swells up) what can i say im just gifted.(floating now) most people will pay me a fortune just to be seen with me.(there i go off into space somewhere)-_-#
|
|
|
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
this is part 3 of my story
The first to reach him, thrust his blade at the samurai's chest, but found nothing but air. Swiftly the samurai descended behind the man, sending Naryusha, to dance up his back and finally finish, resting inbetween the joint, connecting spine to skull. The man fell, as the blade slid through and then out of the neck, with the ease. It was in a way perfect and artistically beautiful. Warm blood, sticky and dark, trickled down his throat as the blade hummed, in chorus with the talisman.
The other man, slightly stunned, was on the edge of turning tail and fleeing, but unable to decide between who he feared the most, this man or his boss, knew that his choices were grave.
He decided to take the oppurtunity of a foe with a turned back. And he may have succeeded in landing his sharp swing, if he was fighting an ordinary man, but unfortunately for him, this man was not. As the saber plummeted towards his head, the samurai made a sharp, half turn, swinging feircely in an arc. The blow conected, just above the knees, shattering the bone in the jackal's left leg, while splitting the tendons in both legs. His legs spasamed, as they buckled giving way to the weight of his body. He kneeled on all fours, as his legs continued to shake violently, his face opened up, in a horrible grimace, lines of pain lay etched into it. The talsimans glow, illuminated the horrified crevices.
A quick death abruptly asumed as the blade was plunged deep into his back, running through his heart, it may have been quick, but it was not quiet, as blood gushed from his mouth, he yelped like a dog that had just been shot, for the last two forthcoming, seconds of his death. His mad silver eyes, now verged on white, full of despair. As he then died.
Comments
(0)
« Home |
|
