Okay guys, so I am getting ready for college classes, and I was reading other peoples blogs and it made me realize, this is in fact a writing forum. And, that is why i am here. The thing is, not everything i have written involves Mizahar of course, but even currently very few things involve Arinia. So I though i will include one of my favorite pieces i have ever written and see what you guys think.
It has nothing to do with mizahar. In fact, the piece clashes with Mizaharian theme internally, but ohwell. Feek free to thrash away Also please understand, this is different from my RP posts, this took months to complete just wish shear amounts of edits, and even my own beta with this one. This is the opening to a book I am currently developing.
An Awakening :
Slowly, warily, attentively he scouted the area. Turning his head, he scanned the horizon for pursuers or enemies. Not that it was likely; he had a nature inclination to subtlety. After finding no threat, he looked for friends and allies. Turing his whole body he examined the tall brush of unkempt, dying grass, the lonely trees. He felt the itch of the cold, half-dead leaves brushing his neck. Repressing a shiver, he smells the air, the odor of his comrades' close by, the repulsing odor or human activities, and the faint whiff of his prey. Suddenly his ears pricked slightly. He glanced towards the sound of footsteps. Light, but there. She was here. He turned to the area the sound emitted from, facing the direction he knew she would emerge from. Luckily the wind was blowing the sound to him. Had it not, she would have been easily missed and he wouldn't know she was upon him. As she stepped warily from the darkness, he looked at the watch on his wrist. 1:01 am. She was late. He sighed, knowing it was wrong to berate her, nonetheless, she was late. She appeared where he knew she would. He gave her a brief once-over, taking in the red cut-off T-shirt, dark clue skinny jeans that hugged her hips. He could easily imagine her as a goddess. She also donned a long, black, leather coat, darkened by tailors and years of good care. The coat was made to hide her form, and a few other novelties. In his opinion however, it only accented her copper hair, and sun-tanned skin. She was beautiful… and lethal. He knew she bore two automatic pistols. Not that she needed them. She had had plenty to learn her trait. Her trait and mission was simple, to hunt, to kill. His respect for her went above and beyond the level of respect for others. She snapped him out of his musings by smirking. "Are you going to stand there and stare, or are we going to discuss matters?" her tone was slightly annoyed, but mostly bemused. "I would tell you to take a picture because it lasts longer. But that's a lie. I'm afraid it will not," as an afterthought. Her voice was melodic and captivating as her body, but with a venomous undertone. It was the voice of the child demon, which captivates your heart and draws itself as close to you as possible, then strikes with intent to kill. "You are late, madam," He said simply. Her smirk grew, but never met her eyes. "Of everything you could have said, you say that I'm late?" she scoffed. "Fashionably late, I must say. I was scouting the area and the city, or eh… the town. We will not get in without notice. They know the regulars and what's more, the one's we're after are widely known and have multiple contacts. There's a club they're known for, The Crimson Glass. They're all there. Three, all experienced, one is an elder and one I believe is a training royal." "A royal?!" he spluttered along with a stream of curses. "We were not informed of this! The elder alone will be difficult." "Silence!" she snapped. "We are an alpha pack, we are trained for this! Now let me finish!" Her tone had jumped to dangerous and cold. "My apologies madam," he murmured with a slight bow. She glared, telling him not to say another word. "As I was saying, a training royal. Not fully trained, but out for fieldwork. I believe that is why the other is here. He is no doubt an Alpha for them. "This will be difficult, and I think they have a leak on us. They seem rather alert." She sighed. "This is why we are trained Alpha's. I'll admit, I didn't expect this, but it could be worse." She turned no doubt to go relay a message to the others. "Oh, and Brian." She turned back. "Be careful. There's a different scent here. It isn't what we hunt, but I don't know if it's human. But, it's different. I have never smelt something like this before. I'm not certain, but take no chances." She disappeared into the brush and he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He had seen his share of frightening things, but she terrified him. And now, she was worried… he preferred not think about what was to come. Putting his thoughts aside, he turned. He had a job to do, and if he didn't, they wouldn't succeed. They would fail the hunt and their duty. They would not kill their prey. They would start a war. And they would die.
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