Post by Steele on Oct 16, 2011 13:49:15 GMT -5
(My attempt at setting the record for the longest scene part on this website. Here we go.)
Steele (werewolf form) hobbled into the dark cave to get out of the night's rain. He and Balius(The Alpha) got into a brutal fight, and Steele lost. He had a claw cut across his face and was holding his ribcage. Across his body were deep claw and bite marks. Blood dripped onto the ground and he fell on a knee with his left eye swelled shut. "Damn..." He said in a voice of pain and exhaustion. He coughed up blood, three of his ribs were broken.
He collapses on the ground in the dark cave, too hurt and too tired to get back up. He breathes heavily, at this rate he would bleed to death before the morning sun.
"So tis' how it all ends..." He says, he tries getting up but excruciating pain shoots up from his ribs and he roars falling back down on his back.
"Fuck!" He winced in pain. It even hurt to yell.
All he could see was the top of the cave.
After all his training, he still wasn't able to beat Balius. It wasn't just a normal fight, when Steele was defeated Balius mercilessly beat him and it wasn't until moments later that the other members of the pack intervened.
His body's self defense kicked in and he began turning back to his human form in the cave. He yelled in shear agony as his body structure rearranged itself. All bones, even the broken ones move."
Back to his human self vision began to fade. The sight of the cave was fading into darkness. Steele shook his head, if he passed out there'd be no way of getting help and he would die. But he was in a cave, beaten, broken, dying, and all alone. Was this truly how his life would end? So much wrong he had done to others, so little he'd accomplished. He would never find his parents. Who would miss him if he died? That question got him in a vision. Would he be missed like Dante, would people come to his grave? No. No one would miss him. He thought as tears streamed down his face. Dante had it all, friends, a desire to help others, a magic like no other, what did Steele have, nothing. He clenched his fist in frustration. He'd been a fool.
"What a waste of a life.." He mutters sulking.
Steele (werewolf form) hobbled into the dark cave to get out of the night's rain. He and Balius(The Alpha) got into a brutal fight, and Steele lost. He had a claw cut across his face and was holding his ribcage. Across his body were deep claw and bite marks. Blood dripped onto the ground and he fell on a knee with his left eye swelled shut. "Damn..." He said in a voice of pain and exhaustion. He coughed up blood, three of his ribs were broken.
He collapses on the ground in the dark cave, too hurt and too tired to get back up. He breathes heavily, at this rate he would bleed to death before the morning sun.
"So tis' how it all ends..." He says, he tries getting up but excruciating pain shoots up from his ribs and he roars falling back down on his back.
"Fuck!" He winced in pain. It even hurt to yell.
All he could see was the top of the cave.
After all his training, he still wasn't able to beat Balius. It wasn't just a normal fight, when Steele was defeated Balius mercilessly beat him and it wasn't until moments later that the other members of the pack intervened.
His body's self defense kicked in and he began turning back to his human form in the cave. He yelled in shear agony as his body structure rearranged itself. All bones, even the broken ones move."
Back to his human self vision began to fade. The sight of the cave was fading into darkness. Steele shook his head, if he passed out there'd be no way of getting help and he would die. But he was in a cave, beaten, broken, dying, and all alone. Was this truly how his life would end? So much wrong he had done to others, so little he'd accomplished. He would never find his parents. Who would miss him if he died? That question got him in a vision. Would he be missed like Dante, would people come to his grave? No. No one would miss him. He thought as tears streamed down his face. Dante had it all, friends, a desire to help others, a magic like no other, what did Steele have, nothing. He clenched his fist in frustration. He'd been a fool.
"What a waste of a life.." He mutters sulking.
