Short Story Challenge: Skulfang

[Skulfang]

Well, I'm gonna give it a shot, I haven't done of ton of these so be gentle with me....


Beginning

The great beast's unearthly, unholy, beauty is evident even the twisted repose of death. It's smooth, pearlescent flesh cleaved in a hundred places by axes of Dwarvish make, grand works of art in their own right who's greatness seems cheap and base in comparison to their slain quarry. "BURN IT ALL, LADS!" roars the aged ironbreaker stationed next to the grand pyre his dwarves have constructed in the clearing. "Don't ye let one piece o' that daemon o' the Dark Prince be spared from the flames!". The dwarves will leave the clearing soon, never seeing the smooth patch of wet flesh lying in the tall grass and wild flowers about the base of the oak tree. Never knowing they've failed.



Dark

Far into the cave, in the dank, amongst the fungus a feral squig roots and digs. Having found poor hunting in the desolation and activity outside, it has moved within to seek an easier meal. Attracted by the sounds of scuffle it delves deeper, coming across a pair of small creatures not even as large as itself...not yet. One lays upon the stone floor, unmoving, the other leans above it, it's small hands curled into cruel fists around a pair of heavy stones. The squig attempts to take it's momentary advantage, charging in with mouth agape, but the figure spins and brings the stones together against the beast's temples, ending it's meager existence with a wet crunch. It throws down the rocks against the squig's inert form, hands clenching and unclenching slowly in the dark as they raise to the ceiling of the cave, young lungs breathing deep the damp air before unleashing a squealing cry echoed by countless other small forms within the cave's deeper recesses. "Waaaaaaagghhhh!!!!"

[Aleydis]

((Good stuff, Skul! I especially liked the first one. I hope you write more!))

[Skulfang]

((Heh, I will be, just getting started a bit there. I can't leave little Skul just at that. ;p))

[Essien]

((I'm enjoying these, Skulfang. Well done! I look forward to more fiction and RP from our poor, vicious Choppa.

The experiments will begin soon. ))

[Skulfang]

Alright, screw it, I've got more to write than a paragraph, so I'm just gonna use some words as inspiration and go with it. xD

Roses

Scraprunner had been wandering through the forest for several hours. The fires were further behind him now, but closer were the orcs and their smashing sticks. He'd lost sight of the other goblins, but would occasionally hear them thrashing about to his left or right, sometimes followed by the roar of an orc berating them for working slowly. Having no desire to have his poor skull further abused by heavy, blunt objects, he frantically tore berries from the bushes he was passing through and shoved them into the basket hanging from his back. It was nearly full by this point, bulging with all manner of leaves, saps, berries and weeds.

As he passed through the hedge and entered a clearing, his foot kicked something stiff, which rolled ahead of him. Glancing down he realized the object had been a squirrel, dead sometime. Strangely enough there were many of them, along with several rabbits, a deer and a boar. All laid on the ground, facing the same group of flowers, stiff and cold without a mark on them. Scrap quickly grabbed up a pair of squirrels and stuffed them into his maw, managing only a pair of bites before spitting them to the ground again. Bloody skinny things didn't have a bit of meat on them, nothing but skin and bones. He shoved an unchewed one into the satchel for good measure though, you never knew what would come in handy...

Stepping towards the grouping of flowers all the animals seemed to be turned towards, he realized they were of a type he hadn't come across yet. They were a bright white, but as the light hit them they seemed to shine a little, with a bit of a light purplish sheen. He'd seem something similar before, in a hummie village the Waaagh had burned a week back. Flowers in a basket with a sign above them that had read "Roses 5 Karls". Trust hummies to do something stupid like give a plant a big long name. Any fool goblin knew that the only name a plant needed was "tasty" or "poison". He had to admit though, these flowers were kinda nice. Actually, the more he looked at them, the nicer they seemed and the more he WANTED to look at them. He sat down on the grass in the shade of a tree to ponder the unfamiliar feeling.....

The next sensation he was aware of was a heavy object striking between his ears. "OI!! Get up ya lazy GIT! What you fink you's doin?!?" the orc wielding the club bellowed at him. "I's been lookin' for yous for hours! You git dat basket on ya back and git movin'! Dat choppa paint ain't gonna make isself." Scraprunner scrambled to his feet and cowered before the big lout for a moment before gathering up the satchel. Snatching up a handful of the strange "Roses 5 Karls" and cramming them into it's top before a final swat from the orc sent him rushing into the darkened trees back towards the Waaagh camp. Dark? The sun had been high in the sky a moment ago, he was sure of it.....

[Essien]

((This is great! Is Scraprunner an alt of yours, or just a goblin character you've made up for this story? I think my favorite line here is, 'Trust hummies to do something stupid like give a plant a big long name.' It strikes me as perfectly goblinoid that he'd think the flowers are named, 'Roses 5 Karls.'))

[Skulfang]

((Heh, nah not an alt. I just kinda popped the name outta my head on the fly. I think it works.))