Wolf's Odyssey: SoldierFalling down the black abyss, he could see the blade coming from a mile away out of the chasms of memory, gleaming in no light and held by no man. It slit through the darkness flying up to meet him as he fell, whistling through the air before it met him. Cold wind became still and hot, the world washed in desert light. Steel met flesh with an edged blade. Sharp point running down Wolf's face splitting skin open straight and clean. Arms lock and wills tangle as Alex pushes his assassin back, fresh blood trickling down his cheek, mouth set in a vicious snarl, eyes burning like hot coals. Feet scuffle across a wooden floor, dust rising in clouds as they kick a chair over.Wolf's Odyssey: Soldier by El-Quanjugono
Men in black uniforms storm the room, summoned by the commotion, rifles armed and trained on the two fighters.
"Stand down." Wolf thinks he shouted, thrusting his knee into his opponents' stomach, the knife coming dangerously close to his neck.
Wolf's OdysseyHis almond shaped eyes lazily open, dark brown eyes accustomed to the dark staring straight ahead. A sense of being carried tries to worm its way into the boy's sleepy conscious, but never makes it when the child sees his father in the darkness. It scared him at first, seeing this tall man looming, shrouded in shadow. Father wasn't the nicest man Michael knew, standing in the darkness rigid, but a sleepy calm came over him, reminding him that the scary man in front of him was no one other than father, and that he was safe.Wolf's Odyssey by El-Quanjugono
"Pah," the boy mumbled, sleep and a much too large tongue making it difficult for him to speak.
The man flinched, and nearly launched forward. One long, sharp, halting step closer. Michael blinked, startled. Why did he do that? The sense of being carried was coming again and suddenly he was jerked back one step.
Long hands tipped with claws closed around the boy, bony arms tightening, holding hi
Harbingers of PeacePAX ET AMORHarbingers of Peace by El-Quanjugono
The white fires of the sun baked the desert into a burning waste until the very earth was hot enough to vaporize water into steam. The breeze blew and it felt like fire against Rojo's darkened skin as he stepped out of a heavy truck, his boots digging into the gravel. Sweat gleamed as it rolled down his wide back, coursing down a giant tattoo of an elaborate cross, the words PAX ET AMOR stamped in black ink across his shoulders. Black wrap around glasses protect his eyes from the day, but do nothing to hide the fresh line of stitches going down the side of his face, courtesy of a hatchet that failed to take his life. Behind those glasses were sharp eyes inside of a thick skull, his jaw wide and strong. At a glance, once could say he shared a resemblance to Kurt Russell, the look only marred by his lack of hair and the tusks that stuck out slightly at the corners of his mouth. Such as one should expect from an orc. Down his heavily muscled arm was an
Mischief Maker 3He kicked me. Right in the crotch, the bandit did. Hard enough that I felt it all the way up my spine as I came fluttering back to consciousness. I looked around at the mossy trees looking down on me from far away and then focused on the fiends closer to me looking down as well with a firm hold on my arms. A red curly haired bastard ripped the pocket watch from me, shaking it before my eyes and then planted a wet kiss on it grinning.Mischief Maker 3 by El-Quanjugono
"It's a mine now."
And then I realized just how much pain my nethers were in.
I tried to double over as best as a man being dragged by his arms could, shouting and cursing the whole way. Gods on a stick why'd he have to kick me like that? They dragged me into a shack full of hay, pried my shoes off, and tossed me into a cage. Rolled over and groaned, I did, clutching myself. Jeez, I only wish I had more words to cuss by! I'd curse from the dusk till the next dawn. I'd shout them, scream them, and keep cussing all through their rest and meals and whe