Post by mysteryfaith on Dec 27, 2008 17:01:59 GMT -5
((Yesh... I was bored xP so I decided to do a trailer for my new Multi-Chapter, Scourge: Ghosts...))
Scourge is out for revenge. He reaped the traumatic death of Tigerstar, the proclaimed almighty, murderous tom who formed the rigid TigerClan, and seemed to rise from the fallen after his greatest battle. His wounds had healed with miraculous effort - and now it's time for vengeance...
ScOuRgE: Ghosts...
Coming soon to an archive near you...[/center]
((What do you think?))
Scourge...Scourge...Scourge...
The chants serenaded a small figure in the endless twilight that calmed his rioting senses. His tough pads scratched the gravel floor, pawing for some sense in the world, and his eyes flicked open with a devilish glare that cooled the hearts of any feline that dare meet the gaze of the perilous Scourge.
Scourge...Scourge...Scourge...
"Be quiet, you senseless fools!" the figure snapped, temperatures in his cold heart dropping to his comfortable mood which he had settled with for moons of contempt. As he acknowledged to sensational risks of hatred filling his throat once more, he looked up to see a patrol of star-footed felines, scratching the surface of awe in the small tom's deep yet bloodthirsty mind. As his eyes clashed against the star-ridden pelts of many, his lips curled back in dismay, as his ears flicked to their usual position on his midnight-black skull.
Scourge...Ghosts are upon you...Scourge...
A deep growl rumbled through the scented air as Scourge's cranium morfed into a haven for terror and traum. Roaring with loathe at the cats, he recognized a dark tabby shape from among them. His eyes widened with inevitable shock, and he pulled his haunches back into useful springs, preparing to pounce upon the fool who dared trouble him not long ago...
Scourge...Your legion is falling...Follow the ghosts...Scourge...
The starcats began to fade as Scourge thumped the ground with his sharp black claws, his teeth-clad collar stretching closer to his outstretched jaws. Falling back to the hard ground, Scourge hissed with the impatience of a kit. Not caring what he looked like, he padded back to his den beside a garbadge hole, his thoughts drifting far from the encounter. He was Scourge. He'd won the battle two moons back against Tigerstar, the cat he'd seen rise again just moments before. Though he was refused his promised territory and almost killed in battle, his cunning wits drew him out of the situation. Faking his death and leaving with his undecisive BloodClan after the battle, his heart was set on one determinable objective...
[/size]The chants serenaded a small figure in the endless twilight that calmed his rioting senses. His tough pads scratched the gravel floor, pawing for some sense in the world, and his eyes flicked open with a devilish glare that cooled the hearts of any feline that dare meet the gaze of the perilous Scourge.
Scourge...Scourge...Scourge...
"Be quiet, you senseless fools!" the figure snapped, temperatures in his cold heart dropping to his comfortable mood which he had settled with for moons of contempt. As he acknowledged to sensational risks of hatred filling his throat once more, he looked up to see a patrol of star-footed felines, scratching the surface of awe in the small tom's deep yet bloodthirsty mind. As his eyes clashed against the star-ridden pelts of many, his lips curled back in dismay, as his ears flicked to their usual position on his midnight-black skull.
Scourge...Ghosts are upon you...Scourge...
A deep growl rumbled through the scented air as Scourge's cranium morfed into a haven for terror and traum. Roaring with loathe at the cats, he recognized a dark tabby shape from among them. His eyes widened with inevitable shock, and he pulled his haunches back into useful springs, preparing to pounce upon the fool who dared trouble him not long ago...
Scourge...Your legion is falling...Follow the ghosts...Scourge...
The starcats began to fade as Scourge thumped the ground with his sharp black claws, his teeth-clad collar stretching closer to his outstretched jaws. Falling back to the hard ground, Scourge hissed with the impatience of a kit. Not caring what he looked like, he padded back to his den beside a garbadge hole, his thoughts drifting far from the encounter. He was Scourge. He'd won the battle two moons back against Tigerstar, the cat he'd seen rise again just moments before. Though he was refused his promised territory and almost killed in battle, his cunning wits drew him out of the situation. Faking his death and leaving with his undecisive BloodClan after the battle, his heart was set on one determinable objective...
Scourge is out for revenge. He reaped the traumatic death of Tigerstar, the proclaimed almighty, murderous tom who formed the rigid TigerClan, and seemed to rise from the fallen after his greatest battle. His wounds had healed with miraculous effort - and now it's time for vengeance...
ScOuRgE: Ghosts...
Coming soon to an archive near you...[/center]
((What do you think?))
Can't wait to read it!