Leviathan
Bracken Horror
((BET YOU DIDN'T THINK I'D BE POSTING AGAIN, EH?! Been having an unfortunate case of writer's block lately, and just look at what happened.))
How convenient that this stuff fits me perfectly. Though the shade was only hanging on his back at the moment, the gauntlets and boots fit Kessian quite well. Though it appeared that, in his absence (lolz), whatever the others had been up to was already over. Bodies of wolf-like creatures reminiscent of the ones they had previously encountered in the other world were littered around. Further ahead, his own group didn't appear to be doing too well either. Many of them were lying around injured or unconscious, but he also noticed that all of them appeared to have changed in some way, just like he had. Those that were conscious all seemed to have their attention at the same place, ahead at...
"Whoa, who's that?" was the best comment Kessian could say about the woman in front of him. Everything about her just screamed "evil"; the hair, the clothes, and of course those wings. Yet something about her was familiar. Wasn't she one of those kids that rode in the bus? Jeez, no one else had such a dramatic change. There was one boy at the head of the little group - he appeared to be the most shocked of them all - and next to him was that man in the cloak. I think it's time for some answers, thought Kessian as he walked up to the stranger and said quite plainly, "Okay, what the hell is going on here? Why have we - normal teenage kids, for crying out loud - been brought here, against our free will, and are now being shoved into a life or death situation in some twisted fairy tale land?!"
How convenient that this stuff fits me perfectly. Though the shade was only hanging on his back at the moment, the gauntlets and boots fit Kessian quite well. Though it appeared that, in his absence (lolz), whatever the others had been up to was already over. Bodies of wolf-like creatures reminiscent of the ones they had previously encountered in the other world were littered around. Further ahead, his own group didn't appear to be doing too well either. Many of them were lying around injured or unconscious, but he also noticed that all of them appeared to have changed in some way, just like he had. Those that were conscious all seemed to have their attention at the same place, ahead at...
"Whoa, who's that?" was the best comment Kessian could say about the woman in front of him. Everything about her just screamed "evil"; the hair, the clothes, and of course those wings. Yet something about her was familiar. Wasn't she one of those kids that rode in the bus? Jeez, no one else had such a dramatic change. There was one boy at the head of the little group - he appeared to be the most shocked of them all - and next to him was that man in the cloak. I think it's time for some answers, thought Kessian as he walked up to the stranger and said quite plainly, "Okay, what the hell is going on here? Why have we - normal teenage kids, for crying out loud - been brought here, against our free will, and are now being shoved into a life or death situation in some twisted fairy tale land?!"