First spin: off the thread
Second spin: Jai (could not find any living characters by Jai)
Third Spin: Eots
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Off the thread characteres: WARNING REGARDING SPOILERS. Don't read this backstory/description if you don't want spoilers on my Crystal Heart series. Thrush is a burly man assumed to be in his 30's. He was taken from his parents in the dimension Brink just before the extinction wiped out all men. Being parentless, Thrush grew up in the dimension Terrain defending himself and training his horse, Nimbus. He set off a few years younger than his present age to find his long lost lover, Petal. Only to find she wanted nothing more to do with him. He switched quests to help his roclawed friends take down the dark engulfed Storm Prince from Terrain's counter realm. He and his lionsparrow stallion, Nimbus, end up possessed and sent to Earth to track and kill the daughter of light and son of dark. -In this story, I will write between the lines of Thrush's chase of Aria and Lightning, adding in an ambush on Elliot to lead Elliot on. Because Thrush is possessed by a mind that screams "Kill!"
(edited a point of view error in this bio)
Eots characteres: Elliot is a revenge thirsty man at the age of 35. He has light brown hair and hazel eyes. His wife was killed by a vampire, but he thinks it was a mortal murderer who did the terrible crime, so he searches tirelessly for the killer yet never finding him.
-Elliot-
"WHY?!!" I bellow, hunched over the dead body of my beloved wife. My hot, salty tears fall on her frozen cheeks as I cry shamelessly. The creeping sun slowly rises beyond the window sill as I try to pull my heart together, promising my aching mind to never rest till the killer of my dear girl is dead. I must avenge my lover! I straiten my back and throw my head backward to release a shrill scream. My throat is sore from the tears I shed. My eyes, swollen and red.
My mind lingers away from my body as a stumble over to the wall for support. Everything, the floor, bed, and walls were spotted with my dearest's blood. Fumbling into a heavy coat, trousers, and big clomping boots all in black, I met the bitter cold's kiss out my front door and into the street. My brain, weary and heartbroken. So full of fury and depression, driving me mad with revenge.
I pull on my hood, shadowing my rough gaze as I scan the snowy world around me. My first stop, wavering in and out of thought, the sheriff's office. I sigh, pulling open the door and stepping in.
"Well sir, you are up early!" A chipper woman at the front desk greeted me.
"Hmph." I growled hoarsely, my voice husky from sobbing earlier. "I am here to report a murder of my beloved wife." I snarl with disgust, who could do that to my sweet girl?
"Murder! The lady yelped in surprise. "That has been far to common lately, we already have officers on three cases." The woman explained sorrowfully. I lay a rough hand down on her desk firmly with a force to make it whine.
"My wife will be avenged, miss." I say like a huff under my breath. She shakes her head, frilly curls flying into her face. Brushing them away, she says,
"I'm sorry, but you will have to wait." I tremble with anger.
"THEN I WILL DO IT MYSELF!" I cry out, retrieving awkward stares from others in the room. I swiftly turn on my heel to exit the room with tremors of fury shaking my torn heart. Pounding snow whips around me like a whirlwind of thick despair. I tread the slick ground angrily, headed home. Amidst the shadows I spot a dark figure lurking. It appears to be a ways away, so I take shelter in a large-limbed tree still bearing leaves.
-Thrush-
Dark clouds blur my vision. My sight is glazed with a cloudy black, wavering in and out from shades to vivid red. Blood or shadows I'd never know, but I do know my skull is pounding in horrific pain. I shut my eyes and double over, causing my horse, Nimbus, to rear up and shriek. My whole body jerks in an undefined pattern, rapidly. I breath heavily and my heart starts beating slower and slower, till in truth I should be dead.
Opening my eyes, I see a whole new world. Everything is deep shades of red, the edges of every solid object appear as blurry strands of smoke. Any living, blood-pumping creature is a blinding white silhouette. I find myself in serious pain, my body moving beyond my will. Torturing me till I give in, and find myself overcome by the power controlling me.
Looking at Nimbus, I groan inside. His lovely red coat is now charred with a layer of black. His eyes glare down at me, smoldering red hot. I swing onto his bare back and ride him in the shadows of this town. The vision makes my eyes strain, but I cant even control my blinking. We come under a tree, and I feel my senses heighten. I smell warm, living, human blood. Looking up, amidst the deep red of the tree I see blazing white.
Drawing my bow, I shoot. But miss, and angrily take another shot. The man leaps from the tree, to my surprise, and lands on me, knocking me roughly off my horse. I choke on blood, sputtering as my body throws him off. I hear a muffled scream as my hood falls off. Every sound seems to be underwater for me. I don't want to hurt this man, but I have no control. I try to say "Run!" but to no success. My throat constricts and I cough up more blood.
-Elliot-
Blood, he was covered in it. I dodge the hooves of his creepy horse and bolt upright as fast as my sore, tired muscles will carry me. Whipping around, I see his face uncovered. His skin looks as though its pure hot coals between the pores. His eyes are bloodshot with black irises. I scream, but remember my promise to avenge my wife. Raising a large stick from under the tree, I clobber the man with it in the head.
Where he gets his strength is beyond me, but he gets right back up and raises his palm. From it sparks black electricity. Or- that's what it looks like. I am thrown backward into the ground, and the man leaps onto his horse again. I dash back to my cottage, taking tight turns tirelessly to try to throw off my pursuer. I hide in my home, and retreat to the cold, dead body of my wife. Out of my mind, I press her palm to my cheek and sigh.
"Your attacker is much stronger than I anticipated. I cannot bear the deathly aurora our home is shimmering with. I will be taking to the streets, so that I might kill the hooded horseman in his sleep. I will forever love you with all my heart, dearest. I will be with you soon." I press the back of her hand to my lips, then lay her arms over her chest. The police were to busy with the murder cases to offer any burial services. Fumbling with my keys, I lock my dead lover in the house, and press my back to the door hopelessly. In my little luck, the hooded horseman was nowhere to be seen.
I sprint out of hiding with my remaining strength till I find an old abandoned cellar. It is very cramped, small and anything but spacious, but it didn't smell like death. It did not hold the body of my lost lady. I crouch into it and pull the trap door shut over me, hidden, hiding, safe.
The minutes went sprinting by for me. I stayed in the cramped space, my cold mind wandering far from my ragged body. I wasn't all there, I was in a daze. My eyes glazed with white, my breathing slowed to a trickle. I was slipping away, slipping into the arms of my dead sweetheart's soul. Until two hooves pulsing with a glowing blood-red aura crunched through the wooden trap door, sending splinters into my face. I blocked them, and gasped for air suddenly. Sputtering.
"Puny human weakling, already in despair! So let me finished you as I planned the night before!" The hooded horseman bellowed with a rough, husky voice. My soul boiled in the peak of it's flaming fury. I lunged out the door and summersaulted away from the battering hooves of his stallion. The I leapt up beside him on the saddle and tackled him over the edge. It was a game of cat and weasel, so to speak. With the players role changing within.
Stumbling over the frosty cliff went two bodies. Two damaged, tired bodies swept by the blizzard winds to a murky lake far below. The darkness did justice, a splash of sweat and blood. The wind whistled in the wind, a lost lovers' war song. The ripples shook the lake water like electric currents. The shadows of the evening cast over the glistened edges, not without mercy of moonlight. One head bobbed against the black depths, one man rose from the battle. |
