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Infinity Blade II - Salvation - Part TwoSaranthia had once been great, prosperous, thriving. He cursed himself again. He'd known some in Drem's Maw who had longed for the immortality that only the Deathless possessed. When he'd been Siris - not Ausar, not a Deathless with a forgotten history - he had always fought for his life. Now it no longer mattered; he could be reborn countless times, and each time, though he had to endure the Dark Thoughts, he felt practically no different. These fragments of his memory, depicting the rejoicing mortals - they had known their lives were going to end, but it didn't matter for them either. They lived their lives to the maximum. That's what he had wanted to do, too. However, he had a lifetime - no, thousands of lifetimes - to do anything he wanted at a leisurely pace.Infinity Blade II - Salvation - Part Two by ~Shurely
Across the courtyard, a hulking brute waited for his signal. If Siris presented himself forward, no doubt it would bound over the statue in the centre and a duel would begin. The statue, showing a man slaying some sort of hug
Fantasy - Infinity Blade AUSiris lifted his sword, and bellowed. The daeril in front bristled angrily. Then he sliced downward, aiming to split its skull, but missed by an inch as it skirted away. Then it retaliated with a lightning-fast swipe; he barely managed to haul his shield up in time to catch the blow.Fantasy - Infinity Blade AU by ~Shurely
The cat did not look happy, Isa mused. Its black fur stood on end, and its pupils had become slits. The young boy was swatting at it with a rolled-up newspaper, clad in cardboard from head to toe, and occasionally hid behind his make-shift shield as if to block an attack. Behind the thin T shape Siris had cut out in his 'helmet', she saw his fierce expression, and wondered how much the boy thought was real.
He saw the strain in the daeril's movements: it was becoming weary. His eyes raked the creature for a weakness in its armour as it lashed out at him, combining a chain of swift, scything attacks to deter him. There. He saw it: the lag when it lifted its arm for a diagonal cut. He could use th
Respite - Infinity Blade IIWater trickled from the edge of the roof, splashing onto the end of his beak. He tilted his head up to gaze at the beautiful, white-streaked, azure sky, and smiled beneath the mask. Today the wind was cold and biting, but the warm sunlight that cascaded from above banished the goosebumps away. Spring was coming. He loved Saranthia in spring: the multitude of vibrantly-coloured flowers bursting out of their frosty coats; the melodious sound of exotic birds singing to accompany the new streams shimmering and gurgling; the moist, crisp taste of the air that filtered through the pin-prick holes in his crow mask. The more he thought about it, the wider his smile became. Indeed, spring was glorious.Respite - Infinity Blade II by ~Shurely
The Acolyte was perched on a set of steps, the last droplets of rain dripping onto him, the sun's mild heat enfolding his bare back. Despite being an accomplished Aegis warrior, he wore little armour: merely a spaulder on his left shoulder, bracers, and greaves. In all honesty, he hated the feel
Fallout - Infinity Blade AUAusar awoke with a deep gasp. It was the uncontrolled gasp of one who had been without breath for too long. The gasp of the dead returning to life.Fallout - Infinity Blade AU by ~Shurely
A gut feeling told him he had to stop getting wasted.
He lifted his head off the seat and rubbed his face vigorously. What had happened? His head was pounding relentlessly, feeling as though someone had shoved a broken glass bottle into the side of it. His mouth was dry and tasted of vomit. His hands were clammy. Sighing exasperatedly, he rolled his shoulders and neck, an ache already developing. He tried to remember what had happened last night, and failed. The table next to him was surprisingly clean - the floor beneath it, however, was not. Dozens of empty beer bottles and toppled shot glasses littered the dark floorboards. His stomach contracted, and for a moment he thought he would be sick again, but then the sensation passed.
"You conscious?" a feminine voice sneered, ear-piercingly loud. Ausar glanced at the bar and grimaced. Saydhi