Empty wasteland

emptyking:

He snorts back his laughter, holding up his shield. “There it is, a fire in your belly! If you are to die at my hand, at least die standing tall like a man!” He ignores the flames for now and as Ayer charges him, brings his heavy blade down in an attempt to cleave the little ninja in two. 

Ayer said nothing in return, no taunts or jeers, or even threats as he leapt high into the air. His expression like a mixture of both furious and delighted. Had his eyes been visible, Dae would have seen the bloodlust reflecting on the brilliant red surfaces.

He dodges, the heavy blade catching and cutting off an edge of his already tattered cloak, causing Ayer to smirk as he got in a direct hit on the massive invader.

“Eh?!” Deadly serious expression gone, Ayer stumbled backwards. His blade… didn’t penetrate?

“That’s not right! I got a direct hit on you!”

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Empty wasteland

emptyking:

“Enough!” Dae snaps. “I could care less if trash like you believed me or not. What matters is you are my enemy, and like my ancestors before me I will color the sands with your blood in honor of my fallen brethren.” He steps back, ready to strike again. “You say these lands belong to you? Then prove it, if you can remove me from these sacred grounds by the power of your own hand, I will leave.” 

He stomps his feet, keeping his stands strong and wide, his blade catching the sunlight, he even removes his helmet, letting it drop onto the sandy ground with a thud. “Or I suppose you could return to your bath. I hear it is not uncommon for Garo to have no honor. Why start now?” 

Now Dae had done it.

“How dare you! I’ll cut your tongue out of your mouth!” He hisses, reaching back to remove his two long blades and cross them in front of himself. 

“Theres a reason your “people” your had to retreat to Goddess knows where! You should have been swallowed whole by the desert storm!” His heels dug into the hot sand, and as a ring of fire sparked to life around the both of them, Ayer charged into battle.

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Empty wasteland

emptyking:

“ERRAAGGGGHHHH!!!” He roars, and at the end of Ayers speech he’s met with a huge ornate sword coming down at him. The Giants horse rears, its own massive hooves clomping down on the ancient stone. “IF ANY A BEAST WERE TO LEAVE MY KINGDOM IT WILL BE YOU AND YOUR TRAITOROUS KIND!!” 

“The Ikana people live! In the sand beyond your filthy reach, I have come to reclaim our homelands and to do this I will strike down anyone that stands in the way.” His sword had destroyed the rocks right before Ayer’s feet. Sending chunks of stone in all directions as the soldier leers over the smaller ninja. “I am Daeran Du Ikana, a direct descendent of Igos Du Ikana, thus I am the rightful King of my people.” 

He picks up his sword, dust falling off it like smoke. “I will give you a chance to surrender, for I am merciful.” Dae growls at him. 

The sword hit, destroying the rocks and within an instant the garo ninja had leapt out of the way, now standing several feet back, he started a slow clap. “Are you through throwing your tantrum now, boy? Or shall I say your royal-nuisance?” He asks, a sudden gust of wind whipping his cloak over his shoulder. 

“Because if you are, I’d really like to get back to my hot bath.” His nose wrinkled a little, visible even under his blindfold. “Ahh…But what’s a little more bloodshed going to hurt?”

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Empty wasteland

emptyking:

He jerks in surprise, looking over at the little figure that has silently appeared. He stands up. “I could ask you the same thing.” He says, his voice deep, to match his size. He did not expect anyone to be out here, the desert air was harsh and dry, not favorable living places for normal people. That and the land was cursed, his own Stalfos mask hung at his hip as he points at the little thing. “This is sacred land, you have no right to stand in this court yard. Remove thy self, tiny curr be-“

He stops speaking as he gets an eye full of the newcomer. Brown cloak, bound feet, sash of ruins, and a hood. His eyes pop open so wide he was sure they’d fall out, before he grabs his huge sword and hefts his shield. “Garo!” He snarls. Only ever seen them in story books, but every person in his tribe new what one looked like! So it was true, they had survived the final days. 

Oh, this was too funny! A chuckle escaped his lips as the giant spoke so confidently. “No right? Is that so?” He asks, amused. “I’ve been living here my whole life. If anyone should be leaving, shouldn’t it be you?” He asks, his long desert cloak billowing ominously around him.

“Garo, yes! I’m surprised you figured that one out on your own! If I had a treat on me, surely it would be yours.” An evil smile covered his face, Ayer now starting to understand just what was going on here.

“You’ve picked the wrong team to root for. Are you suicidal, or just clueless? The people of Ikana are long dead. Their castle lies in ruins, this wasteland rightfully belongs to the garo,” He jerked his head toward the direction of the massive tower in the distance. “All that remains here is my people’s impenetrable stronghold, and the never-resting souls of the damned, but I’m feeling generous enough to let you leave now, since you’ve provided me with a good laugh, and I’ve just washed up. So why don’t you run along now, boy?”

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Empty wasteland

emptyking:

It didn’t take long for the sounds of walking to be heard on the other side of the wall. The sounds of a horse snorting as its hooves kick up sand. But the idea of getting a horse over the palace walls was silly, unless that sound Sakon had heard was the ancient gates opening?

Daeran Du Ikana turns to face his horse, moving the beast into the huge court yar, strewn with ruins and plant life. It seemed that the water had returned under the palace. He wiggles his toes in the grass, smirking behind his face wrappings  his helmet catching the sunlight as he walks around. His heavy foot falls thudding on the stone work as he walks around a huge fountain and leans down to drink with his horse. He sits on the edge and looks back up at the palace. 

He’d made it at last. It looked broken, yet at the same time filled him with pride. What life! Mountains, and rocks, much more impressive then the once his people lived around in the Ocean of Sand. He removes his huge sword and shield to relax in the shade for just a bit. Unaware that not far away were peeping eyes. 

Suddenly, it was as if the very ground had shook under his tightly bound feet. Ayer blinked, bewildered and confused. Gibdos? No…too loud to be one of those disgusting creatures. And slightly more pleasant smelling, too.

He turns, scrambling back up the crumbled wall to peer over the edge, his red eyes widening as he caught sight of the massive man, idly relaxing as if he had owned the place!

He reached up, pulling his headband down to cover his eyes with a sneer before dropping down into the castle’s ruined courtyard.

“You” He called, his head tilting back in a challenging manner. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

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Empty wasteland

Nothing. Just as he had thought.

With a sigh, the cloaked figure pulled the white cloth covering the lower half of his face away from his mouth. Stupid Sakon…always paranoid. He’d kick his friends ass for interrupting him in the middle of his bath for this!

He drops down from the partially crumbled wall of Ikana’s castle gate that he’d often used to get a good look at the entire canyon, the sun’s rays intense even through his robes, but his bare feet had long since been affected by the hot sand.

“No man would willingly travel through this heat. Sakon, I don’t know what goes on in that misshapen little head of yours sometimes…”

‘You could have just asked to share, you know.’

notafuckingpirate:

“People here are insane.” Basir snarls viciously.

He’d thought he was free when he’d made it out of the Lost Woods alive and in one piece. That was the scariest part. Much scarier than the desert. Too many things closing in on you, too much foliage, too easy to get, well, lost. The minute he’d broken through the brush and made it into somewhat of an open field was bliss.

He didn’t figure the townspeople would start screaming the minute he set foot inside their walls.

He also did not know what a ‘pirate’ was.

Basir had gotten out of there pretty quick, and let his horse ride a bit farther out to the river, to let him stretch out his legs from all the sharp turns of the forest. But even then, he didn’t catch a fucking break! Fucking weirdos in capes trying to steal his food,

and then screaming their heads off after being shot—

By the desert, this place was already getting on his nerves.

“Why did I ever leave?” he laments, to no one in particular. Maybe the ‘Garo’, whatever that was, he had slung over his shoulder. There’s still an arrow sticking out of it’s(his? her?) shoulder. His attacker had rolled around on the ground the minute the arrow had connected and honestly caterwauled so awfully it was hard for him not to not feel a little bad. He’d rather take pity on a hungry thief than a town that apparently hated his face for no reason. He had more in common with thieves, anyway.

He’s still a little cranky, though, and silently hoped that the loping canter his horse had broken into jostled the other a little bit.

A lone pirate in the valley of the dead muttering to himself was never something one wanted to see let alone be carried by. The garo was seeing red, jaw aching from clenching his teeth behind his mask. He had been shot before, but never this bad…he was normally too fast to get shot this bad.

“Why DID you!? ARGHhh” He could think of a hundred places he didn’t want to be when he was writhing with an arrow through his back, and on the back of a startled horse was definitely one of them. “Straying from your pack! You’ll die out here, you hear me?!” The garo shut his eyes tightly, thinking on what he could possibly do to get out of the situation. There were blades stuffed in his boots, if only he could reach them without making a scene. Didn’t seem likely.

” Look! I apologize for screaming! You shot me in the shoulder! Y-You should release me. There are things I can do for you-” The garo gulped back another hiss of pain. “Things I can offer you!” Goddess please just put me down so I can chop your head off and be done with you.