Dark Dawn|Zephyr, Talen'sul
Jun 5, 2006 3:22:46 GMT -5
Post by Northen Light36 on Jun 5, 2006 3:22:46 GMT -5
Darkstorm looks up as he hears a horse approaching and snatches up his sword, only to relax when he recognizes Shadow's white mare.
"My lord," he begins, bowing. "It is good to see you again." Shadow smiles and nods as he dismounts.
"And you, Darkstorm," he replies. "Tell me, how fares our enemy?" Darkstorm plasters a look of concern on his face.
"The sheer number of Wind types they hold will make a battle difficult if we wish not to harm our new... allies," he replies. Shadow looks sharply at him, aware of the sneer in the word 'allies'.
"Mind your tongue Darkstorm," he growls. "The Wind types are now allies to the Storms and I will hear no sneering for as long as I lead our people." Darkstorm smiles coldly.
"Then it is a good thing we no longer follow you, my lord," he sneers, and lunges at Shadow with his sword. Taking their sign from Darkstorm, the other Storm soldiers team together to attack Lord Shadow, slowly over powering the three sign Storm until he is brought to his knees.
"You... You will... pay for this... betrayal..." growls Shadow, gasping in pain as he bleeds from multiple wounds.
"Only if anyone finds out," laughs Darkstorm. "And you certainly will never tell. Farewell, lord of Fools." Laughing madly, Darkstorm takes the flat of his sword and smacks Shadow over the head with it, knocking the betrayed leader out. "Ride for Talen'sul," he orders his men. "Spread the word that you were separated from Shadow and myself when you were attacked by the Clear army." Tossing Shadow's limp body over the back of Darkstorm's horse, Darkstorm mounts and rides towards the gates of Zaphyr. He has a gift to deliver.
"My lord," he begins, bowing. "It is good to see you again." Shadow smiles and nods as he dismounts.
"And you, Darkstorm," he replies. "Tell me, how fares our enemy?" Darkstorm plasters a look of concern on his face.
"The sheer number of Wind types they hold will make a battle difficult if we wish not to harm our new... allies," he replies. Shadow looks sharply at him, aware of the sneer in the word 'allies'.
"Mind your tongue Darkstorm," he growls. "The Wind types are now allies to the Storms and I will hear no sneering for as long as I lead our people." Darkstorm smiles coldly.
"Then it is a good thing we no longer follow you, my lord," he sneers, and lunges at Shadow with his sword. Taking their sign from Darkstorm, the other Storm soldiers team together to attack Lord Shadow, slowly over powering the three sign Storm until he is brought to his knees.
"You... You will... pay for this... betrayal..." growls Shadow, gasping in pain as he bleeds from multiple wounds.
"Only if anyone finds out," laughs Darkstorm. "And you certainly will never tell. Farewell, lord of Fools." Laughing madly, Darkstorm takes the flat of his sword and smacks Shadow over the head with it, knocking the betrayed leader out. "Ride for Talen'sul," he orders his men. "Spread the word that you were separated from Shadow and myself when you were attacked by the Clear army." Tossing Shadow's limp body over the back of Darkstorm's horse, Darkstorm mounts and rides towards the gates of Zaphyr. He has a gift to deliver.