Snide Lore
Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 11:20 amhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tefparVnTM0
Hidden away in the verdant lush expanse a lithe creature trained. Cherry blossoms rained amidst the cerulean sky, occasional alabaster ships violating the tranquility, beacons of fluff navigating through the upside-down ocean. Half a person, half a sword spread red death through the petals each dissipating from the flurry of slashes, few managed to hit the emerald forest floor. "Not good enough." A voice lamented, ravaging the silence, the balance lost, soft as the ocean in a seashell. "How can one, truly one now, stymie the darkness that threatens Nostralrius."
Snide had given much to stop the last eldritch horror she had encountered on another realm. Her off hand, the wakizashi she coveted named 白楼剣 still was buried in that demon Sandyclawz. It had banished him though, but Snide had lost half her soul, the phantom part which still fought that demented fiend in the desolate nether betwixt worlds.
One blade one heart remained. One no longer ethereal being. Her otherworldly speed gone, no longer was she the wind. Age withered away whatever she had lost didn't. Could she continue down this path anymore? Half a person, an empty limp hand wavering, not able to hold up her weakness anymore.
Snide still had her katana 楼観剣, dripping a mixture of ancient blood and poison down the pure Japanese steel. The blade capable of cutting through multiple realities. The wind truly was cruel, it couldn't help anymore, not even Snide herself. "I can't do this. I will need to protect my guild members. If I am too slow to be the wind, too weak to strike with the force of all nature has to offer then I must become something else. Someone else."
That elegant shell of a human sprinted towards a destination she wasn't even sure of, her eyes sealed tightly. When lost there is little to be but pick a direction and fly upon wings of destiny. Her ancient leather weaved in the air, the crimson fangs delicately swimming through the falling cherry blossoms. Snide ran until her legs couldn't take her a step further. She billowed over, landing upon her eyes, the scent of something pure caressing her face.
Upon opening her eyes a lake of clear water was before her. The tides undisturbed, balanced, perfect, resting so calmly in perfect tranquility. Seashells lined the shore in tiny innocent upturned roses. Would Snide give up the last bit of offense she had? Painfully, hoarse breath puffing from her chaffed lips, she lifted up her Katana. The poison trickled down and hit the surface of the water, evaporating into nothingness instantly.
In one swift motion she forced the blade down, the tip connecting with the water and soon engulfing it, directly up to her pale tiny digits. A surge of emotion filled her, bubbling up from that ancient peaceful ocean, she could feel her rage, her emotions long since lost. Cherry blossoms mixed with the navy water, transforming her adornments, the former spiky crimson gear becoming a purple bulky protective armor. Instantly her body was stronger, no longer would she wilt from blows or selfishly dodge and maneuver for the perfect strike.
Snide had become wrath incarnate. Her katana, when withdrawn from the pool steamed, cleaned of the corruption and malice of endless eons spent bathing in the blood of her enemies. She also noticed next to her something else, a spiked object, a shield, one of the sea shells. Her weak hand reached into the leather strap and lifted the object. Snide tested, swinging at the air, crashing the blade against the wind she had formerly worshipped with ease.
"I will become water. My friends will rest behind me as I fight the tide that threatens to wash over Nostralrius and plunge it into the darkest depths. Wind can only chill, harm. Water can nourish, can protect, can cleanse. I will be Grizzly's shield." Snide uttered confidently, a broad smile appearing across that once emotionless pale face. "You will always leave a little piece of you wherever you go. Once you've lost all of them you'll find nirvana."
Hidden away in the verdant lush expanse a lithe creature trained. Cherry blossoms rained amidst the cerulean sky, occasional alabaster ships violating the tranquility, beacons of fluff navigating through the upside-down ocean. Half a person, half a sword spread red death through the petals each dissipating from the flurry of slashes, few managed to hit the emerald forest floor. "Not good enough." A voice lamented, ravaging the silence, the balance lost, soft as the ocean in a seashell. "How can one, truly one now, stymie the darkness that threatens Nostralrius."
Snide had given much to stop the last eldritch horror she had encountered on another realm. Her off hand, the wakizashi she coveted named 白楼剣 still was buried in that demon Sandyclawz. It had banished him though, but Snide had lost half her soul, the phantom part which still fought that demented fiend in the desolate nether betwixt worlds.
One blade one heart remained. One no longer ethereal being. Her otherworldly speed gone, no longer was she the wind. Age withered away whatever she had lost didn't. Could she continue down this path anymore? Half a person, an empty limp hand wavering, not able to hold up her weakness anymore.
Snide still had her katana 楼観剣, dripping a mixture of ancient blood and poison down the pure Japanese steel. The blade capable of cutting through multiple realities. The wind truly was cruel, it couldn't help anymore, not even Snide herself. "I can't do this. I will need to protect my guild members. If I am too slow to be the wind, too weak to strike with the force of all nature has to offer then I must become something else. Someone else."
That elegant shell of a human sprinted towards a destination she wasn't even sure of, her eyes sealed tightly. When lost there is little to be but pick a direction and fly upon wings of destiny. Her ancient leather weaved in the air, the crimson fangs delicately swimming through the falling cherry blossoms. Snide ran until her legs couldn't take her a step further. She billowed over, landing upon her eyes, the scent of something pure caressing her face.
Upon opening her eyes a lake of clear water was before her. The tides undisturbed, balanced, perfect, resting so calmly in perfect tranquility. Seashells lined the shore in tiny innocent upturned roses. Would Snide give up the last bit of offense she had? Painfully, hoarse breath puffing from her chaffed lips, she lifted up her Katana. The poison trickled down and hit the surface of the water, evaporating into nothingness instantly.
In one swift motion she forced the blade down, the tip connecting with the water and soon engulfing it, directly up to her pale tiny digits. A surge of emotion filled her, bubbling up from that ancient peaceful ocean, she could feel her rage, her emotions long since lost. Cherry blossoms mixed with the navy water, transforming her adornments, the former spiky crimson gear becoming a purple bulky protective armor. Instantly her body was stronger, no longer would she wilt from blows or selfishly dodge and maneuver for the perfect strike.
Snide had become wrath incarnate. Her katana, when withdrawn from the pool steamed, cleaned of the corruption and malice of endless eons spent bathing in the blood of her enemies. She also noticed next to her something else, a spiked object, a shield, one of the sea shells. Her weak hand reached into the leather strap and lifted the object. Snide tested, swinging at the air, crashing the blade against the wind she had formerly worshipped with ease.
"I will become water. My friends will rest behind me as I fight the tide that threatens to wash over Nostralrius and plunge it into the darkest depths. Wind can only chill, harm. Water can nourish, can protect, can cleanse. I will be Grizzly's shield." Snide uttered confidently, a broad smile appearing across that once emotionless pale face. "You will always leave a little piece of you wherever you go. Once you've lost all of them you'll find nirvana."