Raid #84

A gasp of grey was all that spoiled the endless expanse of blue in both the sky and the sea below. The sun stood as a solitary eye, burning intensely in that pale sky and causing the waves to carry crushed glass upon their backs.

A few gulls floated on the water, their plump bodies rising up and down gently. Ganets circled overhead, great white birds like pinwheels in the sky, occasionally hurtling down to their salted pools. His own wings held no place among these birds. The sea was hostile to him, each drop like acid to a creature whose wings could easily be torn apart even in the most soft of waves.

He soon found land, long legs settling on a board walk. Palm trees bowed in the wind to usher his welcoming. Hmph. Nature might bend to his rule, but to tame Humanity was another matter all together.

He strode, the growing passion for destruction screaming heavily in his gut. Oh, this was what he was built for. To terrorise random villages who had no kingdom to blame or to turn too, ah, yes, that was his purpose (barring the Fair Maiden, but that was more a personal destiny than the fate bestowed upon him for his job.)

Market places sold plucked chickens to the scent of meat burning in the air alongside fair bosomed girls with pale faces and red lips. Alcohol poured from the hands of every vendor, and to roll the dice for money was just as common. What sin! There was no redemption on the happy lips of commoners singing songs and drinking pottage. He was above this rabble, above the haggard faces with the sad eye, above the penny-pinchers. He was above the layetie, and he would proclaim it with his hands.

Yet first, he had to buy a little memento. Pulling out a tiny sack with a little bit of munny in it, he handed it over at one of the tailors for a slightly tatty pirates hat. Smiling to himself, he fixed it on top of his hat, rebutting the strange look with a shrug.

Wings scorned the air and he took roost in the heavens. First, in typical bad-guy fashion, a proclamation, "Mindless, toothless mongrels!"[/b] A few heads snapped up, offence blaring on their lips. "I am a Black Waltz! Though you will speak of me by other names after this day, many of you will not have the mouths left for speaking words. I am to be your destroyer!"[/b]

He smirked, tossing his head in glee to the sound of swearing and laughter. Oh, what idiots! Thundaga formed on his hands, before being cast down upon the writhing crowds. Screams arose, and swords were drawn, buildings sparked and animals fled as a storm of lightning lit up the ground and darkened the skies above.

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Thundaga - 3 posts. [/size]