Raven in Reposte'

Black ball point pen doodle, no pencils.
Please read the text under another piece i have on display called The Book of Prophesy.

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My short story Ravens Song.

A blurr in the hot red rain she spun and dodged, her hair like black spun glass whipped at her face and shoulders stinging like lashes.
She was grace and fury, she was prescision and poetry.
Her long handled curved bades sung a song of flashing steel and spraying gouts of steaming blood in the crisp chill air of the mountain side.
All that she loved was fallen about her now and her rage grew even with the fire in her eyes, a thing gone wild, she let the demon within have her. And it reveled in the carnage, her eyes blazing with its unleashed fury.
One by one they fell at first, then ten by ten. And the beast remained unstoppable.
Her skin glistened in the rain of blood, a sticky spray for dozens of feet around her as it lanced out in gooey thick archs about her twisting form.
And still they came, the armies of her enemy.
Thier armor could not stop the steel rain, thier strokes and parries meerly adding to the form of her dance as if stolen by her very movements, a sinuous rythem that drew them in like gravity.
Hell had been released at last apon the mountain side.
Though her compatriots and loved ones had fallen insides now out, she stood as the last of the rebel force to apose the dark prince.
And as all hope was lost, she had nothing left to lose and released the dark thing within. With a roar which shook the mountain side, she rose once again, her wounds fading fast in some new found internal heat.
They had always known that she was a fighting force of ultimate skill and determination to be recconed with. The fact that she still stood before the onslaught when all others had fallen was all the proof the enemy had never needed.
But she should have fallen by Now. It was just a matter of exhaustion and sheer over whelming numbers.
But they never counted on the very curse which she had faught for years at last comming to her aid as her very salvation.
And now the demon was Loos within.
And now the bodies were piling with out!

Arch and swing, dance and parry. Her fighting skills were added to the demons strength and speed. any wound that could miraculously find its way past her flaring wall of colidiscopic steel healing almost as fast as it was recieved.
And she screamed in her rage and joy, a piercing battle wail which visibly curdled blood, froze sinue, and turned enemy hair white.
She grinned and licked the blood from her lips as they fell away for a moment, at last stunned with the realisation that what they faught was not entirely human any more, shere Horror spreading across thier faces to match the whiteness of thier hair.
And then with movement suddenly too fast for mortal eyes to follow, she dove into thier hords with relish feeling the near orgasmic sensation of her blades sliding cleanly through flesh, bone and armor alike, the cries of death ringing around her adding music to the rythem of her deadly dance once more.

500 against 5000, and it was a slaughter.
The rebel forces faught with courage and honor through the trap that day. But to No avail.
Untill there was but One against 3000.
... And again it was a Slaughter!
They could not retreat on the narrow pass, part of what made the trap so perfect, so inescapable.
And ten by ten they fell. A hundred here, a thousand there.
It was all the same to Her, and the beast now released would Not be denied. It had tasted blood and would Never now relent.
And she did not Want it too.
For once she did not fight it, but cheered it on and lend to it her own cunning and skill, her discipline and grace.

All day long the horns for retreat sounded again and again.
But such was not possible as the pass was collapsed behind them.
It was to be dug back out when the battle was ended in victory.
All day long they charged and back stepped, thier helmeted heads rolling about thier own feet in such vast quantities that movement was precarious.
And all day long they fell and screamed.

Night descended and the beast was quenched.
It could never again be brought fully under control and she new it.
But for now it rested within, sated on the death energies of thousands. It would awake next stronger than Ever.
Now the Fight had REALLY begun.
For now it would never let up, not until its control of her was complete. It would take her an inch at a time she knew.
And at last, Raven fell to her knees and cried into the cool night air. Her limbs stiff and caked with the blood of an entire army.
And the beast within rumbled and chuckled at her weakness, or so it thought of such things as tears.
And as the woman in her listened to the mirth of a beast, her heart did harden as her tears did flow. For she had lost Every thing that day. And she would be damned if she would lose now her soul.
She stood suddenly as the demon noticed some thing had become different with her. Her tears stopped she raised her bloodied swords to the night sky and was magicaly answered by a distant peel of thunder. Her resolve complete.
A NEW LEDGEND WAS BORN.

- To be continued ?