myOtaku.com: Weaver

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Birthday
• 1985-09-14
Gender
• Male
Location
• Northampton
Member Since
• 2004-03-14
Occupation
• Caretaker
Real Name
• Tony Weaver

Personal

Achievements
• Inking art work, adding colour
Anime Fan Since
• 1997
Favorite Anime
• Cowboy Bebop, Love Hina, Battle Royale, Colourful (a show about panties LOL ^_^) Final Fantasy VII Advent children
Goals
• To visit as many countries in the world within my life time.
Hobbies
• Sword fighting, Traveling, drawing , cooking, eating, moorbike maintanence, getting wasted
Talents
• Drawing, Sleeping, Acting, Fighting, drinking

myOtaku.com: Weaver

Wednesday, December 1, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER Chater 8. The Dream, and the Sword
Weaver was tossing and turning in his sleep. the dream had become a nightmare, and unfamiliar faces were haunting him.

he saw an orange sunset across a horizon, and then the dream showed dead bodies of men in unknown chlothes. the stench of blood filled Weaver's nostrils, and he felt sick. the bodies littered a foreign street in moonlight. a lone swordsman stood amongst the bodies. and then, his dream showed him the swordsman's cold glearing eyes.

his dream then took him across a vast sea. there, he saw a face of evil intentions. his face was pale, yet hidden in shadows. his hair was slick and short. his evil intentions showed when he barered a sharp tooth.

the dream then carried him across a stormy Sea. he saw himself knelt beside a man, who was asleep. Weaver was holding his wrist as if making a prayer. the man then slowly turned into a beast with fangs, and Weaver saw himself battling the beast on a cliff. and in that dream, he saw a figure fighting along side him. he didn't see the fighters face, but there was something about that person which made him feel as if he knew that person.

Lastly, Weaver saw himself in different chlothes and armour. he was aproching a cave. He came face to blade with a sword that was indented in the cave wall. he felt himself reach for the sword, and as soon as his fingertips touched the lether that was wraped around the handle...

Weaver awoke.

He was on land waiting for the break of day before he would set sail again. He had been sailing for three weeks now, and the dreams had been the same scince he left. the sun had finished setting, the night was young, and Weaver was having trouble sleeping again. he thought prahapse now would be a good time to check the land for food and rations for his travle. The Beach he had decided to camp on for the night had a cliff side to climb before any food was likely to be found. Weaver aproched the cliff, and wraped his fingers around the rocks. he then started to hoist himself up.

Weaver had made it to the top, and looked around. He saw moonlight, streaching over the sea, and leaves gentely breaking away from a tree. the leaves were a light pink, but in the moonlight, shimered a cool grey colour, as if it was snowing. Weaver then noticed a path that followed along side the tree.

"Where am i?" he asked himself.

He reached for his backpack, but he realized sudenlly he did not have it. he looked over the cliff side, and saw it was down at the camp. he cursed his lack of memory fo having rushed too soon. however, rather than climbing down, he decided to follow the path.

a fog slowly began to vail the night

the path took him through a forest of strange trees, and unknown rivers, of short depth. the path then lead to a bridge. he was about to cross the bridge, when he had a strange feeling in his stomoch. he looked around, but nothing looked wrong. however, the fog was thicker, and the moonlight had trouble shining through, as if it was a lighthouse trying to rip through the fog, and warn Weaver. Weaver placed a foot on the bridge.

nothing happened.

Weaver continued to walk across the bridge. he had lost the strange feeling he had. but when he was less than halfway across, he saw a man walking towards him. he was wearing what seemed like a gown of some sort, and around his waist was a strange sword.Weaver decided to keep on his toes, but not agrivate the situation. he walked on, but as he was coming up to the man, the man stopped, and drew his sword.

"my name...is Kusanagi Mitsurugi...what is yours?" he asked

"where am i?" Weaver replied.

"what a rude man you are..." Kusanagi aproched Weaver. Weaver reached for his sword, when out of the fog, a dagger came flying out from the darkness. Weaver's ears picked up the whistling of the blade flying through the air quickly, and caught the dagger. as soon as he caught it, Kusanagi steped in to attack. Weaver rolled out of the way of his attack.

suddenlly, six men in black chlothing and black masks emerged form out of the darkness, and ran at Weaver. Weaver quickly drew his sword as they drew theirs. Kusanagi threw a another blow at Weaver, and just caught the tip of Weavers nose. Weaver was too under presure to check his wound, and fought against the seven men. the black chlothed men were no thret to him, as Weaver was swinging his sword effortlesslly through their flesh. however, Kusanagi was a problem for Weaver, and as soon as he took out the six, he was faced with Kusanagi. he kept fighting him for what felt like an hour. Weaver and Kusanagi were equilly Matched, and had cuts all over them. but Kusanagi was still keeping his breath. they both knew that this would have to end with a daring blow.

Weaver griped his sword tightly. Kusanagi's movements flowed into a confident stance. Together, at the same time, they charged at eachother. blades flashed past one another. both of them with a look of andger, fear and pride. this blow could be the be-all or the end-all for the both of them, and together, without having truly know eachother ,they took that risk, to cut through flesh, and risk life.

the damage had been done...

Kusanagi's sword bled, and Weaver fell...

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