originally posted in:The Black Garden
My ventilation system was damaged. Grit and sand began to fill the spaces in my helmet; some of the grit found it's way in between my teeth. The rusty grain left a terrible metallic taste in my mouth. My thoughts kept drifting.
"Those Cabal bastards!" I said angrily. "They took Taurus!"
"Just try to stay calm. We need to get you out of this storm." said Libra in a concerned voice. She gestured towards me, her sights set on the buried city.
"They headed towards the Dust Palace." she murmured and gave me her cloak. It helped to filter the sand from the air. Her deed comforted me.
We came across what appeared to be an old subway station. It's infrastructure dug deep into the dunes of the sand. Orange footprints speckled the floor into the building.
"They definitely came this way." she said confidently. Libra and I slowly walked up the steps of the station.
As we walked past the gates and entered the station I could hear gunfire deep within the corridors of the building. Libra and I nodded and darted towards the direction of the noise, hoping we could rescue our companion in time. As we got closer to the source of the struggle we could distinctively hear Taurus; heartily chanting an old war poem.
"...For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack!"
As we turned the next corner the sight that struck us was one that we would never forget. There was Taurus, standing atop the back of a Centurion, pulling his combat knife out of the neck of the beast. The bodies of Legionnaires scattered the room. He turned to us as if we were late to his party.
"Loots in the corner." he chuckled.
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very well done!
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Thank you! Wish the cap was a bit larger. I [i]really[/i] enjoyed writing this.
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I know dude but if we had the cap at like 500 or a thousand, it would be chaos. But there is a group that has a ton of written works in it if you want to take a look. Its the Black Garden.
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Already pending and reading. Cheers! (:
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excellent!