DreadnoughtDT
God of Hyperdeath
Rainfall
By
DreadnoughtDT
Or, if you prefer...
Storm Silves
Chapter 1: A Day To Remember
Rain looked at herself in the crude mirror placed before her. Not a bad face. She thought. The triangular snout was proportioned just right, and her dark bluish-violet fur shone in the light shining through the stone wall's window. In her mind's eye she could picture the rest of her body, strong and sleek like any other Sergal, with a long, whip-like tail and strong, muscular arms and legs. She smiled slightly and turned to the side, showing the bright red mark under her left eye. "That stupid birthmark..." She said, shaking her head and turning around, picking up her golden helmet and putting it on. She then put the rest of her armor on, from breastplate to tail armor, in less than a minute. She'd been trained to do it that fast, like all Sergals.
She looked in the corner of the room and studied her sword. It was massive, but to her, it was like a light piece of wood. The black middle gave way to silver on the edges. She picked it up and swung it at the air in front of her, smiling and letting her tongue flop out as she opened her mouth, making her look like a savage beast. She closed her mouth and smiled darkly, letting her fangs show. "This day, their army will fall." She said to herself, walking out of her room. She looked at her child, Storm, and knelt down next to him. He looked at her and tilted his head to the side.
"Mommy, why are you wearing all that armor?" He said, a bit confused. Rain smiled softly and ruffled the fur on Storm's head.
"Mommy has to go away for a while." She said, pulling down the visor on her helmet. "It won't be too long. I promise." She said as she stood up. She looked at Dirge, her mother. She was twenty three years older than Rain, but time didn't seem to have grasped her body yet. "Mother, watch him while I'm gone, alright?" Dirge nodded.
"Don't get yourself killed, General Rain." She said with a sarcastic smile. Rain laughed, her helmet making her voice metallic.
"Don't you know?" She said, twirling her massive sword around. "General Rain is immortal!" And with that, she walked outside into the snow, stone huts surrounding her. She walked straight forward until she reached the clearing that signified the middle of town. In this clearing was an army of Sergals, male and female alike, all wearing silver armor and wielding pole-arms that, almost impossibly, added to their already savage nature. However, when it came to extravagant and brutal nature, Rain was the epitome. The warriors were chattering amongst themselves, some anticipating the battle close at hand, and some wishing they could go back to their families.
Rain raised her sword and shouted "Hargesh!" Which in the old Sergalian tongue meant "silence". She waited for them to quiet down before speaking herself. "Today, we fight to protect not only ourselves, but our beliefs and our land!" She shouted loud enough for all of them to hear. "The Southerners want our land, but will we let them have it?" She asked the crowd.
"No!" Came the unified answer.
"Exactly!" Rain said, letting her sword drop. "This is OUR land! We WILL not, we CAN not lose!" She stopped, letting the army cheer. "And now, we march! To victory!"
"To victory!" The army said in unison, and they immediately began marching down their mountain and towards the nearby desert, where the Southern Sergal's army had set up camp for the evening. As Rain began to walk with them, her lieutenant, Rylar, walked next to her.
"My mistress, what do you truly think our chances of winning are?" He said, always the skeptic.
Rain looked at him, still walking, her yellow eyes cold. "Didn't you just hear me?" She said, her raspy voice cutting into him like a sharp knife. "I said we CANNOT lose."
"Be realistic, my liege." Rylar said, unwavering even under Rain's piercing gaze. "You know how fast the Southerners are compared to us. What they lack in numbers they make up for in speed."
Rain growled. "That's what armor is for, you shevex." She remarked darkly. "Shevex" was the old Sergalian word for "coward" or "moron". "Honestly," She continued. "I have no idea HOW you rose through the ranks to become a lieutenant." Rylar growled softly and walked forward, meeting up with the rest of the soldiers.
They marched in silence for a number of hours, evening turning to twilight and twilight subsiding to night. They had marched for nearly five hours when, in the distance, came the vague light of fire. All at once the army charged, Rain heading the assault. The Southerners must have heard the thundering, unified footsteps as their warriors were already in formation, ready to receive the onslaught. Rain jumped forward and slammed her sword down on one of the lithe Southern Sergals, bisecting him and earning her the first kill of this soon to be bloody battle. Two other warriors tried to attack Rain head on. She thrust her sword forward, impaling both of them and splattering their blood on her face. Then she swung her sword to the side, tossing the lifeless corpses to the distance. She licked her lips with her long tongue, licking off the blood. She smiled savagely, then charged forward, mouth wide open as she let her tongue flop out, limp. She continued to cut through Sergals, one after another, eventually soaking all the fur that was showing out of her armor with dark red blood. She laughed, a dark, brutal reverberation of the air, making the remaining enemies shiver in fear as she continued her onslaught.
Meanwhile, Rylar was fighting off his own enemies, stabbing and slicing with as much raw strength as Rain. One of the Southerners grabbed his pole-arm and yanked it out of his grip. "Bad idea!" He said, jamming his clawed hands into the Southerner's eye sockets and making him howl in pain. Rylar then picked him up by the throat and squeezed, collapsing his windpipe and killing him. He let the limp corpse fall out of his grip and he grabbed his pole-arm back up from the ground, just in time to stab a Southerner who thought it was a good idea to attack from behind.
The fighting carried on for a good while, Rain enjoying every second of it as she always had. Her joy was cut short, however, when she felt a stinging pain in her back. She screamed and turned around, looking at the general of the army she was fighting. He lifted his visor, revealing his scarred face, his teeth bared in a vicious snarl. He took a large swing at Rain's side, hoping to cut her in half. Rain blocked the blow with her own sword, then swung it up, then down, trying to bisect the general like she had that other unsuspecting Southerner. The general expected this and raised his sword to block the attack, then pushed, knocking Rain down on her back and making the pain worse as the sand of the desert scraped the wound. She snarled as she jumped back up, knocking the general over, her mouth opened wide, showing her fangs. The general snarled as well, trying to bite at Rain's neck. She curled her fist and let it fly into the side of the general's head. As he yelped and grabbed at the stinging side of his face Rain jumped off of him and tried to run him through with his sword. He moved out of the way, revealing he'd been faking the pain.
"You're good." Rain said, looking into the other general's eyes. "Tell me your name before I kill you." She demanded, planting her foot firmly on his chest before he had the chance to get up.
"Tralsar..." The general spat, disgusted at his defeat.
"Tralsar..." Rain repeated. "I respect your skills." She said after a long silence. "I've decided not to kill you... This time." She relieved some of the pressure on Tralsar's chest, allowing him to stand. "Retrieve your remaining men and retreat. This victory goes to the Northerners." She said.
"Fine." Tralsar said, his voice rippling with anger. "Men!" He said, turning to the tiny fraction of his troops that remained. "We retreat. We've lost." He said, sheathing his sword. The Southerners exchanged glances and then looked at Rain, then her army. They then turned and began to take their belongings from the camp and marched away with what little dignity they had left.
Rain turned to her army. "Gather our wounded." She said, looking around at the corpses. "And gather their dead or dying." She added, a devilish grin on her face. Rylar walked up to Rain, a skeptical expression on his face as usual.
"And what might you want their dead for, my liege?" He said suspiciously.
"When we get back to Kom Sharal, meet me in my quarters. I'll tell you then." Rain said, her tongue flicking out for a second as she licked the blood off her lips again. She turned to her army again, who had finished gathering the wounded and dead of both armies. "Company, march!" She said. "If you can't carry everything, drop what you don't need and keep going." She added, marching with them.
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Rylar walked into the large stone hut that signified Rain's general's quarters. He could hear the sound of splashing water, meaning she was probably just getting out of a warm bath. He envied her for a brief moment. Only the highest ranking soldiers got privileges such as that. Sure enough, Rain walked into the room Rylar was standing in with her general's robe on, her fur wet. "I didn't expect you this early." She said, sitting down at the oaken table at the room's center. "Have a seat."
Rylar sat down, his gaze never faltering from Rain's eyes. "You said you'd tell me what you needed their dead or dying for." He said.
"Yes." Rain said, again letting a devilish expression wash over her face. "We're going to cut them up and cook them, just like the old traditions."
Rylar's eyes widened. "Don't you know that's forbidden?" He said, thinking for sure that his general had snapped.
"Of course I know." She said, a thoughtful look on her face. "But it's what I was brought up with. They changed the traditions a few years ago, and they feel so limiting." She folded her hands. "Which is why I think a feast of Southern Sergalian meat is in order. After all, they were formidable opponents. What better way for them to serve us than by nourishing us?"
"Why should I let this slide?" Rylar said, his eyes narrowed. "Give me one good reason not to report this to grand elder Tralaksa right now."
Rain smirked. "Because they wouldn't believe you." She said matter-of-factly. "I have my chefs spreading the word that it's little more than oxbeast meat mixed with dylar root extract."
Rylar shook his head. "That's sick."
Rain smiled, a savage spark in her eyes. "No, my friend. It's just the primal tradition."
Rylar stood up suddenly, pushing the chair back. "I'll have no more of this." He said, storming out of the hut.
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Later, Rain couldn't help but smile as she watched everyone in the feast hall eat the spoils of her victory. Rylar was nowhere to be seen. Predictable. Rain thought. Can't even stomach the meat of his enemies. She looked over to her other comrades, busily chewing away. One of them looked at her and waved her over. She sighed and walked over to them. "What is it?" She said, her voice cold as usual.
"Just thought you might want to have a seat." The soldier said, pulling up a chair for Rain.
"That's a nice gesture, but I prefer to stand." Rain said, pushing the chair back under the extravagant table.
The soldier pulled the chair back out. "I insist." He said with a smirk.
"Ronix, cut it out." Rain said coldly, though she couldn't help but smile slightly. Ronix always had that sense of humor that could make anyone, even Rain, smile.
"No no, I said I insist." Ronix said, patting the seat. Rain decided to humor him and sat down, smiling. "There, was that so hard, Queen?" He said.
Rain rolled her eyes. "Again with that stupid nickname?" She said, mock punching Ronix on the shoulder. From anyone else, the nickname would bug her. But from Ronix, it was expected considering his humor.
"Can't believe you actually found some dylar root." He said, taking another spoonful of the "oxbeast" soup. "You know that stuff promotes long life?"
"No, I was completely oblivious to that fact." Rain said sarcastically. Ronix laughed.
"Always with the sarcasm..." He muttered, taking another bite of his soup.
Time passed slowly as Rain and Ronix continued their idle chatter. Others shared their war stories, which always managed to bore Rain to near death. After one particularly dull story, she decided to retire to her hut for the night. As she entered the doorway, Storm ran up to her and hugged her leg. Rain crouched down and hugged Storm, smiling. "Mommy, did you win?" He said, hopping up and down excitedly.
"Yes, mommy won. Mommy won a very important fight, too." She said, ruffling the fur on Storm's head. Dirge smiled.
"He was quite the chatterbox while you were gone." She said. "He wouldn't stay quiet for more than a minute. Had me up way too long." She added.
Rain laughed and took off her robe, leaving her nude. Sergals weren't much for modesty, and Rain was no exception. "I'm going to retire to my chamber." She said, walking to her room and laying on the bed. Her thoughts turned to Tralsar. "Tralsar..." She said softly. "I wonder if I've finally met someone to match my skill..." This was the last thing she said before the hands of sleep grabbed her, dragging her off into her dreams.
By
DreadnoughtDT
Or, if you prefer...
Storm Silves
Chapter 1: A Day To Remember
Rain looked at herself in the crude mirror placed before her. Not a bad face. She thought. The triangular snout was proportioned just right, and her dark bluish-violet fur shone in the light shining through the stone wall's window. In her mind's eye she could picture the rest of her body, strong and sleek like any other Sergal, with a long, whip-like tail and strong, muscular arms and legs. She smiled slightly and turned to the side, showing the bright red mark under her left eye. "That stupid birthmark..." She said, shaking her head and turning around, picking up her golden helmet and putting it on. She then put the rest of her armor on, from breastplate to tail armor, in less than a minute. She'd been trained to do it that fast, like all Sergals.
She looked in the corner of the room and studied her sword. It was massive, but to her, it was like a light piece of wood. The black middle gave way to silver on the edges. She picked it up and swung it at the air in front of her, smiling and letting her tongue flop out as she opened her mouth, making her look like a savage beast. She closed her mouth and smiled darkly, letting her fangs show. "This day, their army will fall." She said to herself, walking out of her room. She looked at her child, Storm, and knelt down next to him. He looked at her and tilted his head to the side.
"Mommy, why are you wearing all that armor?" He said, a bit confused. Rain smiled softly and ruffled the fur on Storm's head.
"Mommy has to go away for a while." She said, pulling down the visor on her helmet. "It won't be too long. I promise." She said as she stood up. She looked at Dirge, her mother. She was twenty three years older than Rain, but time didn't seem to have grasped her body yet. "Mother, watch him while I'm gone, alright?" Dirge nodded.
"Don't get yourself killed, General Rain." She said with a sarcastic smile. Rain laughed, her helmet making her voice metallic.
"Don't you know?" She said, twirling her massive sword around. "General Rain is immortal!" And with that, she walked outside into the snow, stone huts surrounding her. She walked straight forward until she reached the clearing that signified the middle of town. In this clearing was an army of Sergals, male and female alike, all wearing silver armor and wielding pole-arms that, almost impossibly, added to their already savage nature. However, when it came to extravagant and brutal nature, Rain was the epitome. The warriors were chattering amongst themselves, some anticipating the battle close at hand, and some wishing they could go back to their families.
Rain raised her sword and shouted "Hargesh!" Which in the old Sergalian tongue meant "silence". She waited for them to quiet down before speaking herself. "Today, we fight to protect not only ourselves, but our beliefs and our land!" She shouted loud enough for all of them to hear. "The Southerners want our land, but will we let them have it?" She asked the crowd.
"No!" Came the unified answer.
"Exactly!" Rain said, letting her sword drop. "This is OUR land! We WILL not, we CAN not lose!" She stopped, letting the army cheer. "And now, we march! To victory!"
"To victory!" The army said in unison, and they immediately began marching down their mountain and towards the nearby desert, where the Southern Sergal's army had set up camp for the evening. As Rain began to walk with them, her lieutenant, Rylar, walked next to her.
"My mistress, what do you truly think our chances of winning are?" He said, always the skeptic.
Rain looked at him, still walking, her yellow eyes cold. "Didn't you just hear me?" She said, her raspy voice cutting into him like a sharp knife. "I said we CANNOT lose."
"Be realistic, my liege." Rylar said, unwavering even under Rain's piercing gaze. "You know how fast the Southerners are compared to us. What they lack in numbers they make up for in speed."
Rain growled. "That's what armor is for, you shevex." She remarked darkly. "Shevex" was the old Sergalian word for "coward" or "moron". "Honestly," She continued. "I have no idea HOW you rose through the ranks to become a lieutenant." Rylar growled softly and walked forward, meeting up with the rest of the soldiers.
They marched in silence for a number of hours, evening turning to twilight and twilight subsiding to night. They had marched for nearly five hours when, in the distance, came the vague light of fire. All at once the army charged, Rain heading the assault. The Southerners must have heard the thundering, unified footsteps as their warriors were already in formation, ready to receive the onslaught. Rain jumped forward and slammed her sword down on one of the lithe Southern Sergals, bisecting him and earning her the first kill of this soon to be bloody battle. Two other warriors tried to attack Rain head on. She thrust her sword forward, impaling both of them and splattering their blood on her face. Then she swung her sword to the side, tossing the lifeless corpses to the distance. She licked her lips with her long tongue, licking off the blood. She smiled savagely, then charged forward, mouth wide open as she let her tongue flop out, limp. She continued to cut through Sergals, one after another, eventually soaking all the fur that was showing out of her armor with dark red blood. She laughed, a dark, brutal reverberation of the air, making the remaining enemies shiver in fear as she continued her onslaught.
Meanwhile, Rylar was fighting off his own enemies, stabbing and slicing with as much raw strength as Rain. One of the Southerners grabbed his pole-arm and yanked it out of his grip. "Bad idea!" He said, jamming his clawed hands into the Southerner's eye sockets and making him howl in pain. Rylar then picked him up by the throat and squeezed, collapsing his windpipe and killing him. He let the limp corpse fall out of his grip and he grabbed his pole-arm back up from the ground, just in time to stab a Southerner who thought it was a good idea to attack from behind.
The fighting carried on for a good while, Rain enjoying every second of it as she always had. Her joy was cut short, however, when she felt a stinging pain in her back. She screamed and turned around, looking at the general of the army she was fighting. He lifted his visor, revealing his scarred face, his teeth bared in a vicious snarl. He took a large swing at Rain's side, hoping to cut her in half. Rain blocked the blow with her own sword, then swung it up, then down, trying to bisect the general like she had that other unsuspecting Southerner. The general expected this and raised his sword to block the attack, then pushed, knocking Rain down on her back and making the pain worse as the sand of the desert scraped the wound. She snarled as she jumped back up, knocking the general over, her mouth opened wide, showing her fangs. The general snarled as well, trying to bite at Rain's neck. She curled her fist and let it fly into the side of the general's head. As he yelped and grabbed at the stinging side of his face Rain jumped off of him and tried to run him through with his sword. He moved out of the way, revealing he'd been faking the pain.
"You're good." Rain said, looking into the other general's eyes. "Tell me your name before I kill you." She demanded, planting her foot firmly on his chest before he had the chance to get up.
"Tralsar..." The general spat, disgusted at his defeat.
"Tralsar..." Rain repeated. "I respect your skills." She said after a long silence. "I've decided not to kill you... This time." She relieved some of the pressure on Tralsar's chest, allowing him to stand. "Retrieve your remaining men and retreat. This victory goes to the Northerners." She said.
"Fine." Tralsar said, his voice rippling with anger. "Men!" He said, turning to the tiny fraction of his troops that remained. "We retreat. We've lost." He said, sheathing his sword. The Southerners exchanged glances and then looked at Rain, then her army. They then turned and began to take their belongings from the camp and marched away with what little dignity they had left.
Rain turned to her army. "Gather our wounded." She said, looking around at the corpses. "And gather their dead or dying." She added, a devilish grin on her face. Rylar walked up to Rain, a skeptical expression on his face as usual.
"And what might you want their dead for, my liege?" He said suspiciously.
"When we get back to Kom Sharal, meet me in my quarters. I'll tell you then." Rain said, her tongue flicking out for a second as she licked the blood off her lips again. She turned to her army again, who had finished gathering the wounded and dead of both armies. "Company, march!" She said. "If you can't carry everything, drop what you don't need and keep going." She added, marching with them.
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Rylar walked into the large stone hut that signified Rain's general's quarters. He could hear the sound of splashing water, meaning she was probably just getting out of a warm bath. He envied her for a brief moment. Only the highest ranking soldiers got privileges such as that. Sure enough, Rain walked into the room Rylar was standing in with her general's robe on, her fur wet. "I didn't expect you this early." She said, sitting down at the oaken table at the room's center. "Have a seat."
Rylar sat down, his gaze never faltering from Rain's eyes. "You said you'd tell me what you needed their dead or dying for." He said.
"Yes." Rain said, again letting a devilish expression wash over her face. "We're going to cut them up and cook them, just like the old traditions."
Rylar's eyes widened. "Don't you know that's forbidden?" He said, thinking for sure that his general had snapped.
"Of course I know." She said, a thoughtful look on her face. "But it's what I was brought up with. They changed the traditions a few years ago, and they feel so limiting." She folded her hands. "Which is why I think a feast of Southern Sergalian meat is in order. After all, they were formidable opponents. What better way for them to serve us than by nourishing us?"
"Why should I let this slide?" Rylar said, his eyes narrowed. "Give me one good reason not to report this to grand elder Tralaksa right now."
Rain smirked. "Because they wouldn't believe you." She said matter-of-factly. "I have my chefs spreading the word that it's little more than oxbeast meat mixed with dylar root extract."
Rylar shook his head. "That's sick."
Rain smiled, a savage spark in her eyes. "No, my friend. It's just the primal tradition."
Rylar stood up suddenly, pushing the chair back. "I'll have no more of this." He said, storming out of the hut.
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Later, Rain couldn't help but smile as she watched everyone in the feast hall eat the spoils of her victory. Rylar was nowhere to be seen. Predictable. Rain thought. Can't even stomach the meat of his enemies. She looked over to her other comrades, busily chewing away. One of them looked at her and waved her over. She sighed and walked over to them. "What is it?" She said, her voice cold as usual.
"Just thought you might want to have a seat." The soldier said, pulling up a chair for Rain.
"That's a nice gesture, but I prefer to stand." Rain said, pushing the chair back under the extravagant table.
The soldier pulled the chair back out. "I insist." He said with a smirk.
"Ronix, cut it out." Rain said coldly, though she couldn't help but smile slightly. Ronix always had that sense of humor that could make anyone, even Rain, smile.
"No no, I said I insist." Ronix said, patting the seat. Rain decided to humor him and sat down, smiling. "There, was that so hard, Queen?" He said.
Rain rolled her eyes. "Again with that stupid nickname?" She said, mock punching Ronix on the shoulder. From anyone else, the nickname would bug her. But from Ronix, it was expected considering his humor.
"Can't believe you actually found some dylar root." He said, taking another spoonful of the "oxbeast" soup. "You know that stuff promotes long life?"
"No, I was completely oblivious to that fact." Rain said sarcastically. Ronix laughed.
"Always with the sarcasm..." He muttered, taking another bite of his soup.
Time passed slowly as Rain and Ronix continued their idle chatter. Others shared their war stories, which always managed to bore Rain to near death. After one particularly dull story, she decided to retire to her hut for the night. As she entered the doorway, Storm ran up to her and hugged her leg. Rain crouched down and hugged Storm, smiling. "Mommy, did you win?" He said, hopping up and down excitedly.
"Yes, mommy won. Mommy won a very important fight, too." She said, ruffling the fur on Storm's head. Dirge smiled.
"He was quite the chatterbox while you were gone." She said. "He wouldn't stay quiet for more than a minute. Had me up way too long." She added.
Rain laughed and took off her robe, leaving her nude. Sergals weren't much for modesty, and Rain was no exception. "I'm going to retire to my chamber." She said, walking to her room and laying on the bed. Her thoughts turned to Tralsar. "Tralsar..." She said softly. "I wonder if I've finally met someone to match my skill..." This was the last thing she said before the hands of sleep grabbed her, dragging her off into her dreams.
I guess you two will be glad to hear that the next chapter is based from his point of view.