CHAPTER 2
"Serrations"
I held the sword, feeling it's cold steel in my hand. My door creaked open. A man with a jubah, berjubah and a dagger in his hand stood in my doorway. He strode over towards me, raising his dagger. I stepped back with each step he took.
"What do anda want?" I asked, my voice shaking. I took a few lebih steps backwards.
He pulled out a rope. Pushing me up against the wall, he put the rope around my neck. He raised the dagger up in the air. I raised the sword as far as I could alih it, and slit his leg. He fell down to his knees and dropped the rope. I tackled him and put the rope around his neck. He moved his knee up and hit me in the face with his knee. He took the rope, got up, and ran out. I chased him, not too far behind.
After X minit of running, he ran into the living area of my father. He turned around and threw a dagger, piercing my arm. I fell down, clutching my arm, trying hard not to scream. I slowly pulled the dagger out of my arm. Finally, with a loud crunch, The dagger came out. I slowly walked to my father's living area, clutching my arm. With each step I took, a large puddle of blood dropped from my arm. I opened my father's door. I stared in horror at what I saw. The guards were all dead, lying on the floor bleeding. And in my father's throne, there he sat. Dead. My father was dead. Kicked the bucket, passed away. Whatever anda choose to say. Tears welling in my eyes, I walked over to his corpse. A dagger was placed in his head. The killer was gone. I screamed a loud, eardrum-bursting, piercing scream. I pulled the dagger out of his head. I turned around to see V guards staring at me.
"Get the Prince!" The guard in front shouted. They all ran towards me. Luckily, I still had the dagger in my hand.
"This wasn't me, I swear!" I shouted.
"Please! It couldn't be any lebih obvious that it was you!" The guard in front shouted.
" I promise, anda have the wrong person!" I shouted. Still, they charged towards me. I smashed a window with a dagger. I could jump, I thought to myself. I looked out of the window. I was too high too survive the fall. I had to escape, though! I jumped in the windowsill. The guards stopped running.
"Get down from there, now!" They shouted.
I spread my arms out, closed my eyes and said, "Goodbye. Viva la Vida."
I saluted to the guards and fell back.
"Serrations"
I held the sword, feeling it's cold steel in my hand. My door creaked open. A man with a jubah, berjubah and a dagger in his hand stood in my doorway. He strode over towards me, raising his dagger. I stepped back with each step he took.
"What do anda want?" I asked, my voice shaking. I took a few lebih steps backwards.
He pulled out a rope. Pushing me up against the wall, he put the rope around my neck. He raised the dagger up in the air. I raised the sword as far as I could alih it, and slit his leg. He fell down to his knees and dropped the rope. I tackled him and put the rope around his neck. He moved his knee up and hit me in the face with his knee. He took the rope, got up, and ran out. I chased him, not too far behind.
After X minit of running, he ran into the living area of my father. He turned around and threw a dagger, piercing my arm. I fell down, clutching my arm, trying hard not to scream. I slowly pulled the dagger out of my arm. Finally, with a loud crunch, The dagger came out. I slowly walked to my father's living area, clutching my arm. With each step I took, a large puddle of blood dropped from my arm. I opened my father's door. I stared in horror at what I saw. The guards were all dead, lying on the floor bleeding. And in my father's throne, there he sat. Dead. My father was dead. Kicked the bucket, passed away. Whatever anda choose to say. Tears welling in my eyes, I walked over to his corpse. A dagger was placed in his head. The killer was gone. I screamed a loud, eardrum-bursting, piercing scream. I pulled the dagger out of his head. I turned around to see V guards staring at me.
"Get the Prince!" The guard in front shouted. They all ran towards me. Luckily, I still had the dagger in my hand.
"This wasn't me, I swear!" I shouted.
"Please! It couldn't be any lebih obvious that it was you!" The guard in front shouted.
" I promise, anda have the wrong person!" I shouted. Still, they charged towards me. I smashed a window with a dagger. I could jump, I thought to myself. I looked out of the window. I was too high too survive the fall. I had to escape, though! I jumped in the windowsill. The guards stopped running.
"Get down from there, now!" They shouted.
I spread my arms out, closed my eyes and said, "Goodbye. Viva la Vida."
I saluted to the guards and fell back.
I had seen so many sites, about:
Bad Sonic peminat Characters
And there is so many critiques about EVERYTHING and EVERYONE designs of them.
So, I had come to this point of having 'good character'
No character isnt perfect.
If the owner loves it, that's all the matters.
anda can have a detailed character, if anda want so.
anda can have simply character, if anda want so.
There is only one think anda must remember:
Make the character's Rekaan fitting in her/him personality and his/her story.
Thank you.
Have a good night, I'm off to sleep now. >8'I
Bad Sonic peminat Characters
And there is so many critiques about EVERYTHING and EVERYONE designs of them.
So, I had come to this point of having 'good character'
No character isnt perfect.
If the owner loves it, that's all the matters.
anda can have a detailed character, if anda want so.
anda can have simply character, if anda want so.
There is only one think anda must remember:
Make the character's Rekaan fitting in her/him personality and his/her story.
Thank you.
Have a good night, I'm off to sleep now. >8'I
Ok, so I know a hedgehog whose life is dark... simple this story is about that hedgehog and their long, lost, forgotten life. How the good times turn to simply bad times. And that I know their life. How do I know this? I'm not a stalker nor a watch of life. This hedgehog is me... Shadey Grey the last dark user... the last hope of the planet Dark/Light. First off, dark users are like chaos users, they use dark power atau darkness control and so do chaos users... they use chaos control. I never cared for anyone... not even you. Only that I Lost my family... my friends... everyone I knew and loved. And I seeked revenge for them... only to find new friends. Friends that could handle my anger... I become calm for some time. Yet, I still kill people for my family and friends...for anything I can remember.
-Shadey Grey, writer.
(Thank-you for Membaca this intro, tell me if I should write this atau not. I start seterusnya week. 1/12/12)
-Shadey Grey, writer.
(Thank-you for Membaca this intro, tell me if I should write this atau not. I start seterusnya week. 1/12/12)
