Original: [MML] Tears for Blood
I haven't been writing in ages. I've been neglecting so many things because of Ragnarok. Soon it will be because of work. ::sighs:: Doing this one on the fly, since I'm at a public computer and felt like it.
[ Mystic Meadows Legends ]
Tears for Blood
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The children moved in dreamlike synchronization. It was fascinatingly beautiful, the way their youthful faces were aglow with unnatural purpose, the way they executed their formation with such flawless perfection. The girl they were accosting began shouting in fright, but their little hands grabbed at her, pulled her down amongst them and covered her mouth. She struggled, of course, but there were too many of them to fight, and after all, they were just children. Never hurt a child, the symbol of innocence, even if these children were not innocent... that ingrained inhibition prevented most of the elder targets from escaping. They would not fight children.
Dane himself was considered one of the elder ones in their revolutionary group of Enders. That was why he knew the weaknesses of his peers, and why he used it to their disadvantage. His link, the team he lead to take on Riser enemies, was made up of mostly children for this distinct purpose. Risers called him the Dirty Dane because they felt he used unfair tactics. Dane shrugged off the title. He was one of the most effective Ender leaders because of his "dirty strategies". He did not fight the fair bloody fight of the brawn. He fought the cunning one of the mind. Psychological. His specialty.
Dane stepped between the tiny bodies, making his way to the heart of them, where the girl was held down. There were red marks where the little hands had gripped too hard, and her eyes were shimmering with fright. She was not a Riser. If she had been, she would have had her eyes tightly shut in defense.
Oh ignorant, ignorant girl.
Dane knelt beside her, bringing himself down to face-level with his link. Looking down upon her, he assessed. She looked a year younger, perhaps fourteen. He knew her from lunch, the time she had nearly ran into him and blushed madly when he had looked at her. Even now, she was blushing as she looked hopefully up at him, as if he would be her savior and not her condemner.
She would not do.
Dane sighed and tossed his head, making his dark hair flash brown in the sun. He stood up, stepped back, and the children took it from there while he towered over them, watching as tears flushed out that spark of adoration from her eyes.
What point was there in shedding blood when tears were just as effective?
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Tried doing that as a short character snippet for Dane. Don't know how it comes off yet, I have to go back and reread it later. Probably needs revision.
For now, I'm off to eat. Hungry!
[ Mystic Meadows Legends ]
Tears for Blood
---
The children moved in dreamlike synchronization. It was fascinatingly beautiful, the way their youthful faces were aglow with unnatural purpose, the way they executed their formation with such flawless perfection. The girl they were accosting began shouting in fright, but their little hands grabbed at her, pulled her down amongst them and covered her mouth. She struggled, of course, but there were too many of them to fight, and after all, they were just children. Never hurt a child, the symbol of innocence, even if these children were not innocent... that ingrained inhibition prevented most of the elder targets from escaping. They would not fight children.
Dane himself was considered one of the elder ones in their revolutionary group of Enders. That was why he knew the weaknesses of his peers, and why he used it to their disadvantage. His link, the team he lead to take on Riser enemies, was made up of mostly children for this distinct purpose. Risers called him the Dirty Dane because they felt he used unfair tactics. Dane shrugged off the title. He was one of the most effective Ender leaders because of his "dirty strategies". He did not fight the fair bloody fight of the brawn. He fought the cunning one of the mind. Psychological. His specialty.
Dane stepped between the tiny bodies, making his way to the heart of them, where the girl was held down. There were red marks where the little hands had gripped too hard, and her eyes were shimmering with fright. She was not a Riser. If she had been, she would have had her eyes tightly shut in defense.
Oh ignorant, ignorant girl.
Dane knelt beside her, bringing himself down to face-level with his link. Looking down upon her, he assessed. She looked a year younger, perhaps fourteen. He knew her from lunch, the time she had nearly ran into him and blushed madly when he had looked at her. Even now, she was blushing as she looked hopefully up at him, as if he would be her savior and not her condemner.
She would not do.
Dane sighed and tossed his head, making his dark hair flash brown in the sun. He stood up, stepped back, and the children took it from there while he towered over them, watching as tears flushed out that spark of adoration from her eyes.
What point was there in shedding blood when tears were just as effective?
--
Tried doing that as a short character snippet for Dane. Don't know how it comes off yet, I have to go back and reread it later. Probably needs revision.
For now, I'm off to eat. Hungry!