Animus Vox
Aug 2, 2011 18:18:15 GMT -8
Post by Axcel on Aug 2, 2011 18:18:15 GMT -8
[/justify]”Hurry up!” Giggling happily, two boys raced down a rocky slope. Pebbles and a thick haze of dirt were kicked up as they did, masking their vision, until they fell lightly onto their backs with their arms outstretched and wide grins plastered onto their faces. Soon though, they were on their feet, fighting off monsters with their imaginary weapons and shouting the names of ninjutsu as if they were shinobi.
Then the ground shook with a fierce intensity, as if alive and maddened. The boys lost their balance, falling on top of one another but laughing happily nonetheless. Of course, it had been a new monster’s doing—one they would defeat! They regained their balance, ready to continue their fight, when it happened once more. Confused and relieved of their imaginary world, they looked around to find the real culprit, though found none.
Moments of silence followed, before the serenity was shattered by a familiar scream. Tumbling, falling, tripping and racing, they climbed clumsily and hurriedly up the slope they’d only just slid down. This new-found vantage point was rendered useless by their home, which blocked their view of whatever lie on the other side. Desperately they sprinted around in order to investigate whatever had caused such a shriek.
There was a distinct crack—the snapping of bones, much like twigs. A bright yellow sun dress had been tainted with crimson, torn and tattered. The woman’s mouth opened as if to call out, though little more than a weak groan escaped her lips. Scarlet trickled down from her tongue. Her cerulean eyes sparked with a mixture of fear and hope as she looked upon her sons stumbling back in terror. No pain surged through her body; she’d gone limp and numb long before, though she subconsciously gripped at her attacker with a vengeance.
Eyes darkened, her body was tossed aside like the rest would be. The immense form of the Eight Tailed Bijuu stood looming overhead, not even granting her death the light of the blazing sun by its shadow. Its eight tails wreathed and thrashed about, alive and full of a will all their own. They smashed into the ground, rocking everything around, demolished homes and civilians alike, uncontrollable and unpredictable in their mindless destruction. A small house was crushed between the fingers of its hands, which raked and clawed at everything before it in an almost anxious carnage. The beast itself tilted its head back and cried out from its maw, a concussive and mighty bellow which foreshadowed, and, indeed, served as the beginning of the coming chaos.
It was much like a powerful and sorrowful requiem to their ears as the boys raced along the path leading from their home further into the village. They stumbled and tripped in their terror and animosity, and each time their bodies hit the ground they would look back with hatred upon the furious, massive, destructive creature. Little awaited them except more chaos. No one stopped to help them; no one could help them.
Another scream escaped the Bijuu. This time, as it parted its mouth, an obsidian and powerful energy began to gather and coalesce. As if powered by the energy—the chakra—its eight tails and arms began to thrash about with more power and desperation, until it finally lowered its body to the ground and faced the town.
Nothing was left as the yellow blast faded, nothing but a searing black scar upon the earth itself, and a furious Eight Tailed Beast. It stomped further along, crushing any homes that had somehow managed to escape his slaughter. With the small village annihilated, the beast began to make its way across the mountainous region, ready to bring chaos to whatever it finds.