one of the seven
November 5th, 2007, 09:52 PM
Tokoroth on the ice
Over the frozen north, the red eye burned high in the sky, gazing down onto the world below. Down in the cracks of the ice, the fire opal lays snuffed out, its power gone forever. The souls of the bat mage are sealed in the ice, a frozen tomb, forever. Slowly a shadow creeps up the ice. It stretches a dark shade over the gleaming ice, burning its presence into the snow. The demon slides along the ice, defying the lights that fill the night sky with an eerie show, the aurora borealis.
It creeps into cracks in the ice, filling all with its deadly aurora. Slowly circling the ice sheets, searching the harsh environment for some prey. A black speck stood out, gradually moving across the treacherous terrain, desperate to flee the cold. The cold was the least of its worries.
Aruka pulled her seal parka tighter around her body, forcing the cold out. There was a bitter gale and progress was slow as the dogs couldn’t see where they were going and the sledge kept crashing into the grey ice that littered the plains. She reached down for her bow as she saw something move in the sky. She took a little seal blubber that wasn’t frozen and rubbed it on her bow. She hoped it was a grouse; they had thick, warm livers which tasted delicious. She struggled to see due to the blizzard as she raised her bow and tried to take aim. Though if she had known what it was, she wouldn’t have slowed her sledge down.
As the demon dropped from the sky onto its prey Aruka let off an arrow that missed the demon by about half a metre. It cackled, the girl couldn’t hit him in these conditions, she would be easy prey. It was still cackling as it descended upon the poor girl.
Her souls struggled, she beckoned for death to take her, but the cold and the power of the demon was to strong. Her souls were dragged down into the depths of her frozen heart as the demon latched on and took control. Aruka no longer had the will to resist.
As the girl sat there in the snow, all sense of Aruka the Walrus clan was diminishing into nothing. All of what she was her memories, her dreams faded into nothingness as the demon thrived on this poor, weak little girl. This joyful girl, so full of life, was now no more than a husk in which a demon reigned supreme.
The Tokoroth got up, slashed away at the parka, it didn’t feel cold so it wasn’t needed and would slow it down. It turned to hear the wining of the dogs; they were exhausted and hadn’t eaten for days. Strapped to the harness they couldn’t move, couldn’t keep warm. They were slowly and painfully starving to death. If there was even one speck of humanity left in the carcass of Aruka then the Tokoroth would have killed them quickly and mercilessly, but that is what a Tokoroth is, something that knows no right or wrong, only the bidding of its master. It moved forward and slit the stomach and the lead dog open and still while the dog was alive started feasting on the insides of the poor beast. As the dog struglled, failed and died the Tokoroth moved onto the next one.
Three days later, a search party from the Walrus clan, led by Aruka’s fa, scoured the ice sheets where Aruka had spend the last days of her life, dwindling away into nothing. At the end of the fourth day the party was tired and many had given up hope, but no Aruka’s fa. They were about to head back when he saw a shape in the distance. He gave a shout and they quickly journeyed over to the abandoned sledge. As they got closer the dogs began to give out a pitiful whine, the blood around the edge of the sledge was drenched in the sickly blood of Aruka’s dogs.
The dogs flesh had frozen in the blizzard but had begun to thaw and the stench of rotting carcasses was everywhere. Aruka’s fa cried out, he dropped to his knees, looking amongst the dead beasts, looking for the body of his daughter. As he crawled up the side of the sledge he saw that her parka had been slashed off. He cried out in despair.
Next to the sledge were small girl footprints, covered by a layer of frost, meaning they were made during or before the blizzard. The search party wasted no time in following the footsteps but they soon got to the point where you had to closely inspect the ground to see them. The search party decided it would take to long and the girl would most likely be dead so they headed back to the Walrus clan, but Aruka’s fa kept on searching for his little girl.
At the end of the second day on his own, he found a small crack in the side of a massive crag that Aruka’s footprints led into. He cried out with joy and rushed towards the cave. It was dark but at the back of the cave he could make out a small corpse, which he rushed towards. It was her, but she was cold and had no pulse in her neck. He pulled her tight and began to cry, his hot tears dripping down her frostbitten face. She gave a jolt and suddenly her eyes flared into life, blasting out the fire and rage of the otherworld. Two cracks of her claws and the man crumpled and slumped down next to his daughter, dead.
Over the summers, their bodies started to rot and became a gathering place for demons. They gathered in the dark and then when the demons were finally in control, they journeyed out of the cave together, the demon fa and his Tokoroth child, to haunt the ice forever.
*1000 words exactly, not including the title. had to edit it a bit*
Over the frozen north, the red eye burned high in the sky, gazing down onto the world below. Down in the cracks of the ice, the fire opal lays snuffed out, its power gone forever. The souls of the bat mage are sealed in the ice, a frozen tomb, forever. Slowly a shadow creeps up the ice. It stretches a dark shade over the gleaming ice, burning its presence into the snow. The demon slides along the ice, defying the lights that fill the night sky with an eerie show, the aurora borealis.
It creeps into cracks in the ice, filling all with its deadly aurora. Slowly circling the ice sheets, searching the harsh environment for some prey. A black speck stood out, gradually moving across the treacherous terrain, desperate to flee the cold. The cold was the least of its worries.
Aruka pulled her seal parka tighter around her body, forcing the cold out. There was a bitter gale and progress was slow as the dogs couldn’t see where they were going and the sledge kept crashing into the grey ice that littered the plains. She reached down for her bow as she saw something move in the sky. She took a little seal blubber that wasn’t frozen and rubbed it on her bow. She hoped it was a grouse; they had thick, warm livers which tasted delicious. She struggled to see due to the blizzard as she raised her bow and tried to take aim. Though if she had known what it was, she wouldn’t have slowed her sledge down.
As the demon dropped from the sky onto its prey Aruka let off an arrow that missed the demon by about half a metre. It cackled, the girl couldn’t hit him in these conditions, she would be easy prey. It was still cackling as it descended upon the poor girl.
Her souls struggled, she beckoned for death to take her, but the cold and the power of the demon was to strong. Her souls were dragged down into the depths of her frozen heart as the demon latched on and took control. Aruka no longer had the will to resist.
As the girl sat there in the snow, all sense of Aruka the Walrus clan was diminishing into nothing. All of what she was her memories, her dreams faded into nothingness as the demon thrived on this poor, weak little girl. This joyful girl, so full of life, was now no more than a husk in which a demon reigned supreme.
The Tokoroth got up, slashed away at the parka, it didn’t feel cold so it wasn’t needed and would slow it down. It turned to hear the wining of the dogs; they were exhausted and hadn’t eaten for days. Strapped to the harness they couldn’t move, couldn’t keep warm. They were slowly and painfully starving to death. If there was even one speck of humanity left in the carcass of Aruka then the Tokoroth would have killed them quickly and mercilessly, but that is what a Tokoroth is, something that knows no right or wrong, only the bidding of its master. It moved forward and slit the stomach and the lead dog open and still while the dog was alive started feasting on the insides of the poor beast. As the dog struglled, failed and died the Tokoroth moved onto the next one.
Three days later, a search party from the Walrus clan, led by Aruka’s fa, scoured the ice sheets where Aruka had spend the last days of her life, dwindling away into nothing. At the end of the fourth day the party was tired and many had given up hope, but no Aruka’s fa. They were about to head back when he saw a shape in the distance. He gave a shout and they quickly journeyed over to the abandoned sledge. As they got closer the dogs began to give out a pitiful whine, the blood around the edge of the sledge was drenched in the sickly blood of Aruka’s dogs.
The dogs flesh had frozen in the blizzard but had begun to thaw and the stench of rotting carcasses was everywhere. Aruka’s fa cried out, he dropped to his knees, looking amongst the dead beasts, looking for the body of his daughter. As he crawled up the side of the sledge he saw that her parka had been slashed off. He cried out in despair.
Next to the sledge were small girl footprints, covered by a layer of frost, meaning they were made during or before the blizzard. The search party wasted no time in following the footsteps but they soon got to the point where you had to closely inspect the ground to see them. The search party decided it would take to long and the girl would most likely be dead so they headed back to the Walrus clan, but Aruka’s fa kept on searching for his little girl.
At the end of the second day on his own, he found a small crack in the side of a massive crag that Aruka’s footprints led into. He cried out with joy and rushed towards the cave. It was dark but at the back of the cave he could make out a small corpse, which he rushed towards. It was her, but she was cold and had no pulse in her neck. He pulled her tight and began to cry, his hot tears dripping down her frostbitten face. She gave a jolt and suddenly her eyes flared into life, blasting out the fire and rage of the otherworld. Two cracks of her claws and the man crumpled and slumped down next to his daughter, dead.
Over the summers, their bodies started to rot and became a gathering place for demons. They gathered in the dark and then when the demons were finally in control, they journeyed out of the cave together, the demon fa and his Tokoroth child, to haunt the ice forever.
*1000 words exactly, not including the title. had to edit it a bit*