Tandem IV
07-05-2006, 04:30 PM
Tarakia: 830 Hours: November 30
Blood stained the long-forgotten meadow in the valley of the Hounds, like it had been washed with red, the dirt was already beginning to retain a reddish hue from the past slaughters of the previous nights when an unknown sniping battallion had come through to pick off the main officers en route to their secondary HQ, Beleares. The leader of the pack was in a glinting white hound, a four-legged beast. He stood out from the rest, and commanded a god-like presence in the field, this unknown faction had appeared out of nowhere. It was not Morskoj, Tarakia, or Sal Kar. They brandished a black flag with a streaking angel upon it, holding a golden sceptre, like a gossamer angel of death. The other Hounds seemed an eery hue, black stained with red. Their colors, all except for the White hound, made them like twisted demons changing shape and form.
I heard it. I heard the Officers scream for their lives, and they suffered a most terrible death, burning in the Angel's wake.
Tarakia: 2400 Hours: November 29
Screams from the Angel's main guns echoed across the field as the white Hound fired. Black putrid smoke rose from the desecrated graveyard which the Angel stood upon, as if its very presence made the earth burn in agony. The Angel made its way cross the small meadow, the earth beneath his metal feet trembled in fear as he came towards the city of Beleares, preparing for a second slaughter. The demons lumbered behind the Angel, following him like the fallen Lucifer. The moon created a strange glow, making the angel seem even more devastating than any other hound. It was like death knocking on heaven's gate.
Tarakia: 1300 Hours: December 1st
A light snow made Beleares crisp, fresh and white, afar from the valley of the hounds, which was now littered with twisted metallic forms, and snow gently covering the slain people. It echoed in my mind, like a spirit coming to torment me "I am the angel of death, and I have come to quell this war and slay the deviants" and there was a terrible laughing echoing in my mind. The truth was I followed this "Angel" out of fear for my family. My cockpit was cold, and my bosom had half-near frozen from the damnated cold. I watched from my hound as the Angel crushed a small vehicle with its ungodly feet. I saw people panic, screaming, rushing out into the snow, only to be ripped apart by my Automatic Rifles. Only god can save me from this insanity now...
Blood stained the long-forgotten meadow in the valley of the Hounds, like it had been washed with red, the dirt was already beginning to retain a reddish hue from the past slaughters of the previous nights when an unknown sniping battallion had come through to pick off the main officers en route to their secondary HQ, Beleares. The leader of the pack was in a glinting white hound, a four-legged beast. He stood out from the rest, and commanded a god-like presence in the field, this unknown faction had appeared out of nowhere. It was not Morskoj, Tarakia, or Sal Kar. They brandished a black flag with a streaking angel upon it, holding a golden sceptre, like a gossamer angel of death. The other Hounds seemed an eery hue, black stained with red. Their colors, all except for the White hound, made them like twisted demons changing shape and form.
I heard it. I heard the Officers scream for their lives, and they suffered a most terrible death, burning in the Angel's wake.
Tarakia: 2400 Hours: November 29
Screams from the Angel's main guns echoed across the field as the white Hound fired. Black putrid smoke rose from the desecrated graveyard which the Angel stood upon, as if its very presence made the earth burn in agony. The Angel made its way cross the small meadow, the earth beneath his metal feet trembled in fear as he came towards the city of Beleares, preparing for a second slaughter. The demons lumbered behind the Angel, following him like the fallen Lucifer. The moon created a strange glow, making the angel seem even more devastating than any other hound. It was like death knocking on heaven's gate.
Tarakia: 1300 Hours: December 1st
A light snow made Beleares crisp, fresh and white, afar from the valley of the hounds, which was now littered with twisted metallic forms, and snow gently covering the slain people. It echoed in my mind, like a spirit coming to torment me "I am the angel of death, and I have come to quell this war and slay the deviants" and there was a terrible laughing echoing in my mind. The truth was I followed this "Angel" out of fear for my family. My cockpit was cold, and my bosom had half-near frozen from the damnated cold. I watched from my hound as the Angel crushed a small vehicle with its ungodly feet. I saw people panic, screaming, rushing out into the snow, only to be ripped apart by my Automatic Rifles. Only god can save me from this insanity now...