Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 12, 2008 13:46:13 GMT -5
Name: Shunned Souls
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Plot
Thousands of years back, when the world was still new and London was in the distant future, a war was being waged between the lycans and vampires, a war more frightening than the clash of the elements, a bloody massacre that left all scared in its wake. Both species were set on completely annihilating the other, and thus ruling the entire world with the humans as nothing more then their cattle. Slaves harvested and bred for the excellence of blood.
Years turned to decades and decades faded to centuries and during the darkness of night the bloodshed reached new heights, new detentions of destruction. No end was near, not in the minds of any who took part in this onslaught. One small victory brought another even greater defeat.
To the background of this destruction a Romeo and Juliet story of a kind was beginning to unfold. The heroes of this story were Yava, a timid lycan girl, and Lazarus, a powerful young vampire destined to rule. Together they defied the wishes of their elders and snuck away each night to play, the battlefield a far off dream. To return in the mornings and pretending that nothing had occurred between the two blood enemies.
Lazarus couldn’t understand why one as young as he should have to witness and take part in the war his brother’s had spawned. He also couldn’t understand the stress that was being placed n him to become stronger and though away his childish nature. The hours of intense training left him little time to see Yava, and his longing for her grew into an obsession. Yava defied her teachers as they struggled to train her discipline and submission, to become the perfect leadess for the perfect leader.
Years passed and the boy grew into a man and the girl became a woman, their powers following accordingly. Their relationship had become more than just an innocent friendship, to the point of a frenzied lust and longing, and obsessive secret that died to get loose and expose them for their true natures. Yava’s beatings became worse as she defied the wishes of the elders, and Lazarus found himself submitted to hours of torture as he refused to adapt his ‘true self’. In the pain they lost themselves to their kind, but not to each other.
Slowly, silently they infected their clans with a poisonous lies, bleeding the confidence in the ruler ship, setting everything up for the downfall, but not everything goes to plan, and children can never stay innocent. The more power he gained, the blinder Lazarus became, and the more his hunger grew for control. He forgot that their goal was to end the war, not for one side to win. Yava’s heart broke as she looked into Lazarus’ eyes and did not recognize the hunger that burned within them. Finally she submitted to the will of her elders.
The wars became bloodier, as both Yava and Lazarus knew secrets about the other’s clan and their weaknesses. Into the light Yava looked found her answer, she needed to stop Lazarus before she could stop this war, she knew what she had to do and, though it broke her heart to do it, she gave in. Inside she still loved him, but his eyes needed to be opened and the light needed to breach his darkness.
Cold and dead to feeling, Lazarus hardly even recognized Yava, his heart tried to remind him of love, but his mind reject the pain it brought, and thus destroyed the memories. Never again would he show such weakness. Through his blindness Lazarus did not recognize what was happening until it was too late, his training and the blood within him drove him to murder her, but his heart reached his mind all too late. In the horror of what he had done, Lazarus destroyed himself. A life for a life and a love for a love, Lazarus and Yava were no more, and the shock of their deaths forced the elders to bring a stop to the killings, if only for a moment.
The boundaries were set and the laws were carved in stone, each side recognized why this was done, though some still wished for victory, their defeat was laid before them on a funeral bed and the lycans gazed into the vacant eyes of their would be queen whilst the vampires could only gaze upon the corpse of their would be king. The two with the greatest potential to lead were now dead, leaving both sides shattered and scrambling on a pile of rubble.
The old ways of all out war are dead; the elders are now nothing but a memory, with a few remaining, clinging to life in the catacombs of the underworld. What power they still hold now is grater than anything they’ve known before, their voices heard through the deities that rule the clans.
Full-scale wars are nothing but a history lesson, the real wars are now fought on the boarders and in the streets, each time something is gained and another is lost. Though they still remember their mistakes, the nature of the beast can never be changed. Peace will see its end and the bloodshed shall come once more, are you ready to handle it? Can you stand in the front lines and realize: this is what I’ve done?
Are you ready? Is your soul ready for this? Accept it, you are here and this is your ending, this war is for you and the blood spilling from you will mark the end of your mistakes. Prepare to face the ending, as your memory is fading from the records. Your blood will be spilled worthlessly and it will happen over again. This is the end, for you but not your kind. History will repeat itself till the ending of out time.
Years turned to decades and decades faded to centuries and during the darkness of night the bloodshed reached new heights, new detentions of destruction. No end was near, not in the minds of any who took part in this onslaught. One small victory brought another even greater defeat.
To the background of this destruction a Romeo and Juliet story of a kind was beginning to unfold. The heroes of this story were Yava, a timid lycan girl, and Lazarus, a powerful young vampire destined to rule. Together they defied the wishes of their elders and snuck away each night to play, the battlefield a far off dream. To return in the mornings and pretending that nothing had occurred between the two blood enemies.
Lazarus couldn’t understand why one as young as he should have to witness and take part in the war his brother’s had spawned. He also couldn’t understand the stress that was being placed n him to become stronger and though away his childish nature. The hours of intense training left him little time to see Yava, and his longing for her grew into an obsession. Yava defied her teachers as they struggled to train her discipline and submission, to become the perfect leadess for the perfect leader.
Years passed and the boy grew into a man and the girl became a woman, their powers following accordingly. Their relationship had become more than just an innocent friendship, to the point of a frenzied lust and longing, and obsessive secret that died to get loose and expose them for their true natures. Yava’s beatings became worse as she defied the wishes of the elders, and Lazarus found himself submitted to hours of torture as he refused to adapt his ‘true self’. In the pain they lost themselves to their kind, but not to each other.
Slowly, silently they infected their clans with a poisonous lies, bleeding the confidence in the ruler ship, setting everything up for the downfall, but not everything goes to plan, and children can never stay innocent. The more power he gained, the blinder Lazarus became, and the more his hunger grew for control. He forgot that their goal was to end the war, not for one side to win. Yava’s heart broke as she looked into Lazarus’ eyes and did not recognize the hunger that burned within them. Finally she submitted to the will of her elders.
The wars became bloodier, as both Yava and Lazarus knew secrets about the other’s clan and their weaknesses. Into the light Yava looked found her answer, she needed to stop Lazarus before she could stop this war, she knew what she had to do and, though it broke her heart to do it, she gave in. Inside she still loved him, but his eyes needed to be opened and the light needed to breach his darkness.
Cold and dead to feeling, Lazarus hardly even recognized Yava, his heart tried to remind him of love, but his mind reject the pain it brought, and thus destroyed the memories. Never again would he show such weakness. Through his blindness Lazarus did not recognize what was happening until it was too late, his training and the blood within him drove him to murder her, but his heart reached his mind all too late. In the horror of what he had done, Lazarus destroyed himself. A life for a life and a love for a love, Lazarus and Yava were no more, and the shock of their deaths forced the elders to bring a stop to the killings, if only for a moment.
The boundaries were set and the laws were carved in stone, each side recognized why this was done, though some still wished for victory, their defeat was laid before them on a funeral bed and the lycans gazed into the vacant eyes of their would be queen whilst the vampires could only gaze upon the corpse of their would be king. The two with the greatest potential to lead were now dead, leaving both sides shattered and scrambling on a pile of rubble.
The old ways of all out war are dead; the elders are now nothing but a memory, with a few remaining, clinging to life in the catacombs of the underworld. What power they still hold now is grater than anything they’ve known before, their voices heard through the deities that rule the clans.
Full-scale wars are nothing but a history lesson, the real wars are now fought on the boarders and in the streets, each time something is gained and another is lost. Though they still remember their mistakes, the nature of the beast can never be changed. Peace will see its end and the bloodshed shall come once more, are you ready to handle it? Can you stand in the front lines and realize: this is what I’ve done?
Are you ready? Is your soul ready for this? Accept it, you are here and this is your ending, this war is for you and the blood spilling from you will mark the end of your mistakes. Prepare to face the ending, as your memory is fading from the records. Your blood will be spilled worthlessly and it will happen over again. This is the end, for you but not your kind. History will repeat itself till the ending of out time.
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