Deep within the city that never sleeps, through the roads and past all the cars and busses stood a lonesome, grey and tall warehouse. With graffiti covering the vast majority of the bottom area, and the broken windows, the building seemed to be remarkably desolated. But inside the compound, a deal was going down. One with large consequences, regardless of whether or not it goes well, and even worse if it goes south. A deal between the Walhart gang and the Iraqas over the territory they both held claims for. The Walhart gang had been in charge of the area for over twenty years, with an almost iron fist dominance over it, before the Iraqas came along and started to work within their territory, taking away profits like a parasite takes nutrients from a body. While the Walhart gang had a much larger influence and manpower, the Iraqas were great at fighting in small batches for maximum power. They frequently used guerilla tactics to fight off waves of the Walhart gang. Eventually, after many months of fighting, they had decided to finally talk it out. They both had lost too many men, and continuing to fight would be a fruitless endeavor. And so they meet, wanting to put an end to their issues, and attempt to move on. But as humans are just that, they suffer for and from their sins.
Inside the building stood a man. He was surrounded by a bunch of crates and piles of trash here and there around the warehouse. He was a tall, beefy, caucasian middle-aged with deep dark black hair and a full beard. His hair was slicked back slightly with a few strands refusing and sticking our. He wore a black tux with a red tie and a large fluffy tan fur coat over it all. This was Mark Walhart, leader of the Walhart gang. His red piercing eyes glared at his watch as he continued to wait. “He’s already late. That damn cunt.” he spoke out, listening to the echo of his voice bounce around the warehouse, completely empty of life other than him. A few more minutes passed, and just as he was about to leave, he heard a car pull up. Then another. Then another. He narrowed his eyes, as he swiftly pulled out a Beretta M9 from one of the holsters in his coat. As soon as he did, the large door to the warehouse opened as two men walked in. One was a beast of a man, six foot seven, large, wide shoulders, and with the muscles of a bear rippling underneath his white tank top and being see-through in his blue jeans. He was obviously of middle eastern descent and was wearing a grin along his face as he walked closer. The second was much smaller, standing at about five foot ten, with a lankier build to him. He had a rather handsome face, a strong chin, and dirty blond hair that he wore in a mess. He was wearing a blue suit and tie with a black trench coat surrounding it all. He had a smug look on his face, but his eyes gleamed a cold light that showed his true emotions to those who would notice.
“Thought we decided to come alone. What's with the vans?” Mark asked, His eyes squinting at the two of them while his grip on the pistol increased ever so slightly, and his finger slowly moved to the trigger. “Now now, no need to be so feisty. We DID come to this place for a truce no? Put away the gun, and let’s settle this like any other business deal.” The smaller of the two, spoke up, seemingly trying to calm him down, but his eyes showed no such ideals of peace.
“The idea was to come alone. I don't believe that you don't have anyone else with you. Sorry if my lack of faith hurts.” Mark coldly replied, still keeping his hand on his gun. “Well, if that's what you want, so be it.” the shorter man sighed while replying and is on command doors opened with men charging in for one second before putting up guns and opening fire. Mark narry had a moment to blink before his body was full of holes, and bullets wriggling inside him. Mark’s eyes just kept open, however, as they witnessed the fall and their own end. Just burning a bright crimson fire, as if to show off their ire. They just kept burning away, eating the light that came into his lifeless eyes, before they disappeared.
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Deep within the void lay a small white orb, floating through the endless dark expanses of the universe. It flew by stars, nebulas, and galaxies in its endless pursuit. It flew and flew, till it stopped. In the middle of nowhere. It was above a large green and blue world, with dots of gold and red sparse and few on its endless expanse. The orb started to descend upon it, floating down gently like a feather, but unmoved by the winds rapidly whistling around it like a vortex upon the earth. As it floated ever downward, it seemed to almost speed up, before it was dropping like a ten-ton rock. It SLAMMED down upon the rocky entrance of a small cave left in the wake of a mountain. And there it stayed. As it sat there, unmoving and unchanging, time flew by. Seasons came and went like the seconds in a day, and entire forests grew around the mountainous area, with hill surrounding the trees. The world grew, with flora and fauna popping up everywhere.
As time passed, eventually a being came across the cave. A mighty beast of humanoid origin, with two arms, two legs, and a head. But that was where it stopped being human. It had no feet, but rather hooves to walk the earth. It had skin but said skin was covered by a forest of fur. Its body was a burly mess of muscles that are intertwined with each other. Its head was just as muscled and furry as the rest of its body, but it's bovine head and black longhorns made it stand taller than most other minotaurs. It wore naught more than a simple loincloth for protection, but it was more than most could account for. In its hand was a large heavy sword, with naught but a simple design, though looking to be incredibly heavy. It had a simple pointed blade with a fine tip, and cutting sides, and a simple twohanded grip. The sword was in almost pristine condition if not for the cracks that had come to be from overuse. (think of the dragonslayer sword from Berserk. The one Guts used)
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It was looking around, both of its eyes focused on its surroundings, and constantly searching. The fearsome eyes of the beast locked in on the orb, however, and refused to budge from it. The beast started to walk over to the orb, with an almost curious glint of emotion throughout its whole being. Its hooves clopped heavily against the natural stone floor, causing echoes faintly to relay the sound deep within the cavern. The monster stiffened, listening intently, before continuing to reach for the orb. As it grabbed hold, it froze. An almost lightning bolt-like experience shot through its arm, leaving it in shock as the orb slowly dissipated and flowed up its arm to its chest.
As the moment wore on, the minotaur seemingly unfroze, with a glazed look in its eye as it stood there once more. Slowly, it rose from its internal stupor and shook off the feeling of confusion as it once more resumed looking for food. Upon finding nothing, it let out a small huff and began walking back the direction it came from, unbeknownst to it the small side passenger that had followed along.
As the wee hours of the day passed overhead, and the beast had found little to eat, it began to head home, into the hills and trees. It wandered the forested areas that had long since been it's home, rummaging through the wooded landscape like Theseus with the string in the labyrinth.
As he swerved in between the trees that dotted the world around him, he came across the hills that surrounded The Pines. He walked out of the forest and came across one of the larger hills. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching before he took a knee and pulled away a bit of moss that revealed a small dark metal handle which he immediately pulled on. As he did so, moss broke and the image shattered, revealing a large wooden door that led downwards into a dark corridor. He swiftly entered, before shutting the door behind him with a soft click as the moss outside moved back and the door was locked. He began to descend the corridor, though pitch black, with perfect clarity as if it were just as bright as the outside. He came across a second door, this one metal, and walked up to it before knocking a special signal. 3, 3, 3...4...1. As soon as he finished knocking, a small hatch opened up near the top of the door revealing a pair of green eyes with light behind shining through just barely into the corridor.
The hatch soon shut before the door itself was opened up and the minotaur walked through to meet with another of his family. His mate. While he stood tall with plenty of furs, she was far different. Instead of large, wide, and upwards facing horns, hers were much smaller, thinner, and were facing forward. She was a great deal smaller than he, but the size is often proved to be an inaccurate measure of strength. Packed within her small stature was enough strength to stand second only to her Husband in raw power. She had a glint in her eyes, as she looked him up and down before she focused on the blade that he carried with him.
"hva skjedde med bladet ditt?" (What happened to your blade?) She asked him in a harsh voice, full of curiosity, yet a concern. Her eyes looked over from the blade as she searched his body for any wounds that he may have sustained. He said nothing while she looked over his entire body, ensuring that the mate she chose hadn’t been mortally wounded in any way. When she finished he simply let out a loud grunt and spoke “ Jeg kjempet ikke mot noe. Bladet har vært sprukket i flere måneder.” (“I didn't fight anything. The sword has been cracking for months.) She glared at him a little, with a small pout emerging on her bovine, yet cute, face. “Det er bare naturlig å bekymre seg for kameraten din.” ("It's only natural to worry about your mate.") She said as the worry and hints of anger flushed away from her face, as she stared more intently upon his heavily muscled body. “Spesielt når han anstrenger seg slik ... så ... Vanskelig.” ("Especially when he works so ... so ... Hard.")She had started to slightly bite at her lip, while her hand roved upon his broad and thick chest leaving small trails in the fur where they were. He said nothing, but as she continued he let out a large grin showing off all of his teeth, from the molars to the sharp wolf-like canines. He quickly grabbed onto her, lifting her up in his arms in a princess style carry, before walking her down the halls to his bedroom. All the while, she could feel a third hand poking her back before she was thrown onto the bed. And there she stayed, as the two began to make love as they were, happy, and free.
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Within the mountainous ranges of Kala'Dum, there was a small forest which in itself was surrounded by hills, making for a very strange landscape. Inside one of the hills was a long cavern that leads through the dark to a small home. A home of beasts, where they roamed free with their family. Inside this home, lay a very pregnant “Woman”. Though any sane man woman or child would immediately call upon a garrison if they were to see it. The monster was a minotaur and one that was soon to be due with a child. Specifically, a son. She was lying upon a large bed made of different materials ranging from hay to simple green leaves to provide comfort. She simply lay there, slowly stroking her own stomach as she imagined what her firstborn child would be like. Her own mother had told her many stories of what she was like when she was born, but she never actually saw any children. So naturally, she was worried about how the birth would go, and how he would turn out.
As she continued to slowly think over and imagine, time flowed quickly, and soon enough the sound of knocking came again. As she opened her eyes from her mid daydreams, she stood up from her bed and began to carefully walk herself over to the door, before looking into the peephole. Her eyes widened with shock as the form she knew and loved, was standing in front of the doorway, with one hand on the door and another across his stomach, battered and bruised with blood oozing from the multiple cuts and lacerations across her body. She swung the door open, leaving a loud clang to ring through the air, but she payed it no mind as she swiftly grabbed hold of her mate and began pulling him inside while screaming “HVA SKJEDDE?!" (“WHAT HAPPENED?!”) Though he didn't respond as he was focusing all his attention onto just trying to breathe.
He said nothing as he stumbled further into the home, barely managing to stay upright without the aide of his wife to keep him standing. He continued to say nothing the whole time, before he fell down upon the bed his wife had been in not a minute before and fading.