Sunday, 12 October 2014
#inktober
based on the following:
His insignificant life stood at the threshold of death. He knew this to be true. But he cared less. Pain raging within him, ripping his will to shreds. He dragged his body off the now red ground. Blood poured out of his body from the deep gashes this pointless war had cut into him. His vision beginning to blur, in and out of focus. His sword dragging behind him he took a frail step ahead. There amidst a heap of the dead, stood the one man who had drowned the world he knew in a pool of its own blood.
With all the strength he had left in him and with what little strength the gods could spare for him, he lifted his sword off the ground and began the one final assault that would define the future of both, good and evil.
Wednesday, 8 October 2014
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