Topic: Legend -Siegfried- (18+ Violence)

Siegfried

Date: 2015-01-23 00:07 EST
Down an arm

"It will be instant. A disrespect really.....You won't go down in history as a hero if you do so."

"But don't worry, when they abandon you I will cheer your name that last time for you."

How fast the crowd went silent was more deafening than any of the cries they had made for their hero. The dead silence and shocked awe spread like wildfire as each patron of the arena stifled a sound then cried out stampeding in fear for the large open gates.

In the sands and winding maze of the coliseum the sand had dyed red and steamed against the cold while the roaring cries of terror spilled from the throats of fleeing patrons. Trampled bodies and broken corpses of those that fell filled the stands and stone risers casting a sullen backdrop to the brutality and gruesome visage of carnage in the lower ranks.

Standing at the center of the mess was the glint of silver, dark leather lined with faded scarlet trim and lowered sword of gruesome dark iron flowing in sharp valleys and mountain peaks of edged metal.

The dragonslayer looked dejected as he stared down at the pulped mess of an appendage gripped in his palms. The thick gruesome chunks of flesh and bone strewed about his feet in the puddle of thick fresh blood rippled each moment flayed muscle dripped a rich drop into the center of the puddle.

The remains of the arm were dropped splashing his already moist form with a small rough wave of crimson paste run thick with blood and stringy meat.

"...." He lifted his eyes in that moment looking to the thickly corpse strewn risers and then down to the puddle again, "I told you they would abandon you...." His lips spread in a grin as he began to step through the people's savior to his next prey.

Every few steps he could be heard repeating the name of the hero just as he had promised.

"Spartacus...."

The darkened form began to dwindle in the open gate.

"Spartacus..."

Siegfried

Date: 2015-01-23 00:31 EST
Brother Slayer

The hunt was harder than the actual prey seemed to be. The tireless search for a way to displace a body through time was near impossible until he was in a day and age that seemed to be advanced in its' own right. Still to that day whether rifle or explosion a warrior of his equal had never came, he was to the day and his knowledge the greatest warrior of history.

The cold stare he leveled on the man, utter disappointment as he traced his eyes over the form of the scrawny man in robes holding a rock and panting. Behind the dragonslayer was a body beaten in by the rock the man held and the evidence was sprinkled against the bean pole's robes and body.

"You're kidding me....You're Cain"..." He canted his head and narrowed his eyes to glowing slit of disapproval. "That the arm you caved his head in with?" He motioned to the heavily splattered hand holding the rock.

The man gasped and shook his head violently against shock and fear of not only the man but the feeling that the mounded and darkened mush that had once been his brother Able was his doing. "Demon..." He muttered to the dragonslayer.

Before the man could run he was lifted from the ground with a painful cry by the arm as his legs kicked and thrashed against the air. "You're not wrong....Probably." He looked up to the wrist held high off the ground then down to the man's shoulder, "This is the arm, definitely." His other hand pressed to the ribs protruding at his side.

With the spray of water and thick screeching cry from the man's throat he fell to the ground at the dragonslayer's feet and gripped a jagged torn shoulder. His eyes were wide and spit sprayed from his mouth as his own blood spilled over his face and side from the dangling arm over him. "Monster! Help! Lord help me!!" He screamed and thrashed against the shock.

"No ones going to help you, that was your brother dude." The dragonslayer's voice was cold and cutting as he tossed the arm up and caught it at the elbow. "Be a man! Damn!" He brought the heel of his boot to the man's head causing him to roll away slightly and groan loudly to the pain and numbing sensation growing over him. "Do you have any idea how hard it was finding you? And just how utterly disappointing you are?" He growled and brought his own arm up.

Heavy thuds filled the dull brown of the land surrounding them, muffled grunts and screams sounding as the thuds grew wetter and more thunderous. Finally the sounds stopped and the blood strewn dragonslayer lifted to lay the crimson hand against his shoulder in rest broken fingers bent and crooked from the contact of being beaten against the man's skull.

With a large segment of his jaw and teeth showing the man laid on the ground staring to the sky from a single eye while the other half of his skull had been beaten in the same way he had done his brother in a deep cave of flesh and pools of blood and brain matter.

"Seriously.....You were no hero...I should ki-..." He paused and blinked, "That bastard! Alright. What was his name again?..." He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head in thought at that. Long moments passed as he waited and dug through his memory until the smile crossed his face again. He licked the corner of his lips and narrowed his eyes rumbling at his future prey.

"Shakespeare wasn't it"..."

Siegfried

Date: 2015-01-23 02:10 EST
Striking Down the King's Hand

He had heard tales that caused hope to swelter to an unbelievable realm of a king deep in the lands that border the twin seas who was perfection. The dragonslayer made his journey based on that single assumption that somewhere in the world was a king on a throne that could meet him on equal ground finally. But it was for naught. On his arrival there was no king on his throne, he had left for a journey and left his kingdom in the hands of a wild man named Enkidu. The resolution was to wait, he could wait an eternity for this man.

The dragonslayer laid on the golden ring of a hanging garden and looked to the beauty it held with fascination and intrigue from wide blinking eyes. The fauna that reached across the garden was something unlike any he had ever seen and with each soft breeze of warm air he felt a calming touch to his boiling blood. It was sickening.

The tap of soft feet caused him to look to his side and lift a brow in question to the one that had joined him on the garden. Long flowing pale blue hair that reached hips and eyes like emeralds looking onto the garden with a smile. The lithe form was clad in robes fitting a king adorned with silver and etched gold that shimmered in the setting sun light.

The dragonslayer grunted and looked back to the flowers and plant life with a faint snarl under his breath. "I told them I wouldn't leave until this Gilgamesh came before me, not a harlot." He looked beyond the garden to the setting sun and cloud line then.

A bubbling laugh left the throat of the blue haired person the sound soft and sweet but the pitch too deep to belong to a woman. This caused the dragonslayer confusion as he looked up to him and bunched his brows. "My god....You're a man, man." That wording caused momentary displeasure but was quickly written off, "Get a hair cut and some new clothes...." He disregarded the man then and returned to quietly waiting.

"I just came to see who was looking for my king, now that I see you I must confess I'm quite interested in what I see. Do you have a reason you are looking for Gilgamesh?" He took a few steps to his side and crossed thin legs to sit upon the golden rim behind the reclining man. "And yes, I'm man. Did you think otherwise" Perhaps you've spent too long in the lonely deserts. I can help with that." He smiled and leaned back slightly.

The tone, subject matter and misleading appearance of the man confused the dragonslayer to no end. But what he said caused him to bolt up and slide his feet along the garden's rich soil, the long dark iron sword he wielded jammed outward and into the wall where the man's head was just missing him by a hair as he moved slightly. "You can help with boredom....Not THAT." He openly snarled at the man.

The blue haired man's brows sat high on his forehead and he looked to the dark sword by him pushing his finger tips against the blade gently. "Maybe....You should visit the temple harlots....You seem tense." He shifted his gaze back to the dragonslayer and scooted forward to avoid the blade deeply embedded in the wall. "Maybe current events will help!" He clapped his hands together while the dragonslayer pulled his sword from the wall and looked down at him.

"I have no idea how to handle you..." He muttered to the man.

"I get that a lot!" The man snickered and leaned onto his legs in a crossed leg position. "But back to before!"

The dragonslayer rolled his eyes and turned them away from the man.

"Everyone has an opinion on this man that has been coming through. They say he slaughters those that do good deeds and skilled warriors for pleasure. Have you heard anything about that?" His cool demeanor shifted to a cold steeled stare into the dragonslayer's eyes, "They say he has strange glowing marks across him, wears unusual armor and wields a massive dark gray sword. He apparently killed the man my master had been looking for, Noah."

The dragonslayer was caught off guard and blinked in rapid succession to the words from the man. His head turned back ruffling shoulder length silver hair as it moved with him. "I can't say I have....Sounds like a man that one shouldn't toy with though doesn't he" What did you say your name was again?" He tilted his head back slightly and grinned, the air over the garden growing tense.

The man remained cold as he stared up at the dragon slayer. "I didn't. My lord calls me Enkidu." He leaned in a strange way lifting his rear off the ground, "What did you say you wanted with my lord?"

"I didn't." The voice was rumbled not spoken, "A better challenge than Noah maybe?"

The sun set had passed and the moon had made her circle across the sky. Three of nine gardens and the heavily carved segment of Urok that was left remaining smoldered in glowing chunks of orange and steaming red. Nothing was left of the great city but a portion of the temple by the end of the clashing warriors.

The dragonslayer wore a grin he hadn't felt span across his face in centuries. One leg stood straight against the glowing embers of destruction while the other bent at the knee skewered by a golden lance barbed and rounded at the base of the point. His hip was impaled by multiple swords and spears pinned to the ground from oozing holes and slices. His back bent and curled held three pole arm shafts reaching high over him and waving their streamers in the hot winds that blew. His shoulder had the same wound as his back while broken arm hung at his side limply. The single firm and strong arm held out before his arched neck and from his clenched fist long blue hair hung and twisted with the subtle motions of his muscle.

At the end of the hair was the man from the garden. eye slightly widened in surprise and visage twisting as hair rounded and wound. Decapitated his spinal column extended from his tattered neck creases and stretched flesh showing his head had been twisted off his shoulders swaying and dripping gold onto the blackened dirt beneath him.

"Your master has been dead some time....Otherwise you wouldn't have that golden gate..." He spoke down to he head then dropped it to the ground and growled loudly when he stood fully. His head turned down and he lifted his lip in disapproval, "But you disappoint..." Was his mutter as he staggered away into the dusty haze of smoke and flames.

Again he would hunt and writhe in agony.

Siegfried

Date: 2015-01-23 23:40 EST
Sun God My Ass

With the disappointment of the Enkidu fellow the dragonslayer remained in the middle east for some time. Challenging and snuffing out each rising hero and rebellion in hopes his wish could be met finally. The world was still full of weaklings and each hunt came up with a foe so weak it caused his toes to carve into the silver of his boots.

Today the sun hung low when it fell over the carnage left by the dragonslayer, deep slashes in the desert rock and crumbling segments of once towering rock formations stood halved and smooth cut to the sky. Each slash that passed through stone resembling a mirror's edge and reflecting the basic outline of what little cloud cover moved over the dusty desert.

A body knelt and holding the razor sharp blade of the dragonslayer sat before him carving deep tracks in his palms while he looked up to the dragonslayer with an incredulous look.

With sword skewering his golden chest plate he slowly blinked and hazed out a question from blood stained lips. "Why?..." He narrowed his eyes in curiosity, pain and frustration was there but the curious turn they held spoke more true.

The dragonslayer had a limp grip on the sword and starring down to the man he pursed his lips before pulling the blade back, each deep curve of the jagged weapon pulling pulp and crimson, spilling the man's arteries and lungs from the hole as he fell forward to the ground with eyes pressed closed and a cold pale coming to his dark flesh.

"Because you're weak." He swung the massive sword by his side spraying blood and clinging flesh across the sands, "You couldn't kill me in any way. shape or form. So you were consumed." His eyes lidded and he turned not wanting to gaze down on the crumbled form of the sun god's child. "Nothing else..." He muttered it under his breath and brought the sword up onto his shoulder.

Karna was once a man of power and form but when met with the relentless cold iron of the dragonslayer's sword he was just another lump of flesh to be carved open. A weak and inconsequential mound of meat to be eaten by the vulture that circled above.

The hunt would infuriatingly continue.

Siegfried

Date: 2015-01-28 23:37 EST
Hero Only In Name

How long had it been since the Hero Hunter had set foot back on the soil of his birth place" The centuries had been long and painstaking but at some point his mind had trailed away from keeping count and centered on his predatory nature.

But here he stood basking in the moonlight of his home's shores, eyes transfixed on the mountains he had once climbed as a young boy to hunt the monster that plagued his father" He needed to hurry before sentimentality made him rethink his hunt again?

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The great beast screamed as it writhed on the ground under the powerful nude form of the man on its" back. Screaming curses as tendon began to tear and rip under the beastly grip the hero held on it. The demon had nothing it could do to free itself and thrashing bloodied head across the wooden floor spreading the gritty spray of crimson liquid it screeched once more as impenetrable hide stretched and crack from strain.

The man who held him groaned and thrashed out of anger in return to the violent outbursts from the creatures thick coppery mouth. Every muscular appendage the man had warped and twisted in the towering demon's form of anger and primal hunger for flesh.

Tossed over the beast's back the hero slammed into the hard cut stone of the wall and slid down it groaning as he recoiled and rolled away from the beast charging him. The sheer fury of the bout between them witnessed by warriors who had sworn their fealty to the lord.

The beast struck the wall with no avail for flesh backing himself away as his eyes widened and hands clamped to the front of his brow in agony. "It hurts! IT HURTS!" It screamed from the pits of its" stomach before pulling toward the door to quickly scramble to it.

The hero reacted quickly rushing forth from his crouched position to grab the arm of the beast and pull it taut as it exited the door and jerked at the door arresting his arm and movement when slammed shut on him. "Ikun'da! Ikun'da!" It cried out with a whimpering fear.

"I am ripper, tearer, slasher, gouger." The beast went silent and force against the limb went calm as it looked forward from the shouting hero pushing against the door, "I am the teeth in the darkness and talons in the night. Mine is strength and lust and power!" He shouted still and could only see a moment of shock cross the beasts face for his words.

"I am Beowulf!" As the door rocked slightly to slam shut once more the beast pushed back against it standing on the balls of its" feet with a loud gasp. A sword unlike anything the warrior had ever seen tore through the skull of the demon and pierced the door as a nail through all wood would leaking dark green and yellow puss littered with brain matter down the back side of the door sending the hero stumbling down to his back side and backing away.

The beast went still and hung the free arm now released limply at his side with a long and forced breath pushing from freezing lungs.

"Ripper, tearer, slasher, gouger." The voice from the other side of the door sounded stupidly amused and as cold as the creeping ice of the northern kingdoms. "Teeth in the darkness and talons in the night. You who own strength and lust and power." The sword slowly drug free of door and skull screeching a harsh metallic ring against bone.

"I am Siegfried, better known as Sigurd here. I am here for your teeth, talons, power, lust and strength." As the door swung from the mess it had become of human and demon blood alike a glowing figure of death and fear stood in the doorway.

"I...." The man went to speak but silenced himself as the warrior stepped into the dinner hall swinging thick weapon at his side and casting blood across the floor at his feet.

"Stand fool, dress yourself and prepare for my blade." He canted his head at the man and smirked down to him.

Siegfried

Date: 2015-01-28 23:40 EST
Hero Only In Name (Continued)

Some time passed and the large majority of it was the hero hunter listening with a drawn disapproving expression to the constant rambling of this so called hero tell his tale of feats. In those moments Siegfried noticed a flaw about the man, he was boastful and useless to the point he couldn't feel the will of a hero iminate from the man the way it had from those that claimed such great feats as he did. It was much the same he felt from Cain as he screamed and ran from the hero hunter.

The hall remained intact, as did the gaggle of wide eyed warriors that hung on half a breath at the spectacle before them, the room bore none of the scars left across the ground as he fought against arna nor the destruction of his bout with Enkidu only the crumbling stone that had always been adorned on the wall and set a pleased yellow hue from the fire pit.

Against the wall bearing the throne's shadow was a large shadow belonging to the hero hunter with head lowered to a hunched partial shadow at his feet. The partial shadow had small almost impossible to read motions moving against its" back as blood flowed from an open wound splitting chest cavity and neck from the rest of the body in a deep gash.

"You're a talker, not a fighter"." He muttered down to the corpse of the would be hero flashing rib and organs cut clean in two by Gram at his feet. The cut was instant and as flesh parted and blood exploded from blood vessels to wash over the gaping organs he grunted and looked back to the gathering of warriors. "Anyone else want to try?"

A corpse laid mead hall laid at his back and the dragonslayer made his way down the old traveled path he knew and remembered fondly from his childhood. His lips pulled back at the memory of what sort of man he had met this day. A haughty and greed hungering fool that wanted the name of hero.

The legend of Beowulf ended with a dark iron slash splitting him in two.