Post by ~Pain And Panic~ on Jan 22, 2010 19:09:33 GMT -5
Brutality came from the half-finished camp down to a beautiful glacial lake. He could see far off in the distance a strange rock protruding from the ground, but he cared not for exploration, not today.
Instead, he sat beside the lake, admiring the view of the ice sheets floating slowly across the bottomless lake. He could appreciate the cold here. It seemed natural, unlike everything that had happened to him so far.
"I mean, how did I even get here Raz?" he questioned, more to himself then Razdore.
"We don't know Brutality, you just kind of appeared one day, along with me. It was the day you came that my life truly began." Razdore didn't like to talk much, especially about things as serious as this. He found his own voice gruff and unpleasant to listen to, but to Brutality he would talk. He would do anything for Brutality. After all, he was the reason he had life, he had existence. If Brutality hadn't done what he had done, would he still have existed? All these thoughts and questions ran through Razdore's mind like a trickling river, threatening to become a raging river if he didn't get answers soon.
The same ideas ran through Brutality's mind, and they looked at each other to see if either had an answer. After a few moments of silent considerate stares, they both looked away, decided to remain confused but unsatisfied with the decision.
The lake looked so calm, so peaceful, so serene, that it was hard to not enjoy the moment. The wind blew lightly on Brutality's cheek and it felt cool. Refreshing.
He couldn't lie, Brutality was not made for this type of weather though. He enjoyed it and would've stayed for a long time if he could have, but he wasn't in his element. HIS element was fire. The heat of battle. The sweat of a solid swing, the sound of bone cracking and blood spilling. He could see it in his mind. Battle was not supposed to be serene, but sometimes it felt that way. The calm after the fury is even more so then this lake.
His blood bubbled as he thought of the thrill he felt when he fought. It was fantastic. It made him feel strong, powerful, and skilled. It made him feel like a god. The god of war.
Brutality picked up his warhammer, raising it above his head and smashing it into the snow. The ground rumbled a little, and Razdore laughed.
"You just had to wreck the calm didn't you?"
Brutality smiled.
"I know you feel the same way, this isn't our element. We're people of battle, of heat, made up of muscle and adrenaline." At this Brutality lifted his arms in the air and flexed, his muscles shining in the gleam off the icy water behind him. Razdore laughed, a deep hearty laugh that sounded a rumbling boulder shaking away the final restraints before its tumble below.
Razdore got up off the ground, shaking the snow from his lower belly.
"If we are war people, then let us ride off and do battle!"
Brutality grinned and ran, sliding onto Razdore's back and gripping with his legs for support. Brutality was used to riding horses, but he had gotten used to the different motions of the rhinoceros body since he'd been here. There was something more manly, more powerful about it then a horse could ever hope to achieve.
Razdore ran forward, charging into a nearby clump of trees that stood nearby them.
'It feel wonderful to run with a master by my side,' Razdore thought, and he moved a little faster, just to feel the wind brush his rough face.
Brutality loved the feeling too. It was amazing, like soaring through the air, not so much gracefully as it was powerfully, moving at a slower speed. He didn't mind the slower speed, because then his target wouldn't pass them as fast.
He swung his warhammer and struck a large tree trunk about three feet in diameter clean through, and he heard the tree fall behind them.
Razdore joined in, and with his front horn, he swung his head to the one side, cutting a tree straight through the middle like it was a toothpick.
Finally, after running for about fifteen minutes, they broke through another treeline and Razdore had to jump a tiny drop to avoid tripping.
For a brief second, both were flying. The feeling was beyond comparison. Like being weightless. Brutality had tried using his power so many times to simulate this feeling, but he'd never gotten it to work. He enjoyed it while it lasted.
Razdore crashed down onto the ground and had to stop quick to avoid the sheer drop ahead. He slid a little in the snow, and came to a full stop about a foot from the ledge that fell with the waterfall before them. Now they were looking down on the lake, and it was just as beautiful. But the waterfall set the scene more to Brutality's liking. Powerful, continuous and ever changing the landscape to meet its needs. That's what Brutality felt like sometimes.
He slid off Razdores back, standing beside his young friend, right hand on Razdore's head and left holding the warhammer expertly over his shoulder.
"We're going to be alright aren't we Raz?" he decided, and Raz nodded in agreement.
"Yes Brutality, I believe we will be."
So many questions needed answering, but Brutality knew that, when the time was right, he would find out the answers. Perhaps not at this moment, but soon. At least, that is what he hoped.
Instead, he sat beside the lake, admiring the view of the ice sheets floating slowly across the bottomless lake. He could appreciate the cold here. It seemed natural, unlike everything that had happened to him so far.
"I mean, how did I even get here Raz?" he questioned, more to himself then Razdore.
"We don't know Brutality, you just kind of appeared one day, along with me. It was the day you came that my life truly began." Razdore didn't like to talk much, especially about things as serious as this. He found his own voice gruff and unpleasant to listen to, but to Brutality he would talk. He would do anything for Brutality. After all, he was the reason he had life, he had existence. If Brutality hadn't done what he had done, would he still have existed? All these thoughts and questions ran through Razdore's mind like a trickling river, threatening to become a raging river if he didn't get answers soon.
The same ideas ran through Brutality's mind, and they looked at each other to see if either had an answer. After a few moments of silent considerate stares, they both looked away, decided to remain confused but unsatisfied with the decision.
The lake looked so calm, so peaceful, so serene, that it was hard to not enjoy the moment. The wind blew lightly on Brutality's cheek and it felt cool. Refreshing.
He couldn't lie, Brutality was not made for this type of weather though. He enjoyed it and would've stayed for a long time if he could have, but he wasn't in his element. HIS element was fire. The heat of battle. The sweat of a solid swing, the sound of bone cracking and blood spilling. He could see it in his mind. Battle was not supposed to be serene, but sometimes it felt that way. The calm after the fury is even more so then this lake.
His blood bubbled as he thought of the thrill he felt when he fought. It was fantastic. It made him feel strong, powerful, and skilled. It made him feel like a god. The god of war.
Brutality picked up his warhammer, raising it above his head and smashing it into the snow. The ground rumbled a little, and Razdore laughed.
"You just had to wreck the calm didn't you?"
Brutality smiled.
"I know you feel the same way, this isn't our element. We're people of battle, of heat, made up of muscle and adrenaline." At this Brutality lifted his arms in the air and flexed, his muscles shining in the gleam off the icy water behind him. Razdore laughed, a deep hearty laugh that sounded a rumbling boulder shaking away the final restraints before its tumble below.
Razdore got up off the ground, shaking the snow from his lower belly.
"If we are war people, then let us ride off and do battle!"
Brutality grinned and ran, sliding onto Razdore's back and gripping with his legs for support. Brutality was used to riding horses, but he had gotten used to the different motions of the rhinoceros body since he'd been here. There was something more manly, more powerful about it then a horse could ever hope to achieve.
Razdore ran forward, charging into a nearby clump of trees that stood nearby them.
'It feel wonderful to run with a master by my side,' Razdore thought, and he moved a little faster, just to feel the wind brush his rough face.
Brutality loved the feeling too. It was amazing, like soaring through the air, not so much gracefully as it was powerfully, moving at a slower speed. He didn't mind the slower speed, because then his target wouldn't pass them as fast.
He swung his warhammer and struck a large tree trunk about three feet in diameter clean through, and he heard the tree fall behind them.
Razdore joined in, and with his front horn, he swung his head to the one side, cutting a tree straight through the middle like it was a toothpick.
Finally, after running for about fifteen minutes, they broke through another treeline and Razdore had to jump a tiny drop to avoid tripping.
For a brief second, both were flying. The feeling was beyond comparison. Like being weightless. Brutality had tried using his power so many times to simulate this feeling, but he'd never gotten it to work. He enjoyed it while it lasted.
Razdore crashed down onto the ground and had to stop quick to avoid the sheer drop ahead. He slid a little in the snow, and came to a full stop about a foot from the ledge that fell with the waterfall before them. Now they were looking down on the lake, and it was just as beautiful. But the waterfall set the scene more to Brutality's liking. Powerful, continuous and ever changing the landscape to meet its needs. That's what Brutality felt like sometimes.
He slid off Razdores back, standing beside his young friend, right hand on Razdore's head and left holding the warhammer expertly over his shoulder.
"We're going to be alright aren't we Raz?" he decided, and Raz nodded in agreement.
"Yes Brutality, I believe we will be."
So many questions needed answering, but Brutality knew that, when the time was right, he would find out the answers. Perhaps not at this moment, but soon. At least, that is what he hoped.
