Yeah yeah. I said I was gonna take a break from the boards, well this is how I’m taking a break. I’m writing. It’s relaxing and I’m not about to post anywhere else…
So here goes.
<center><b>Peldurol’s Tale</b></center>
<table align=“center” cellspacing=“750”>Peldurol was your everyday Satyr. He frolicked in the forests, nothing seemed amiss to him. Every day passing by the same as the last. The birds always chirped;however, things were slowly changing. He could feel it…
Butterflies of a golden hue fluttered past at regular intervals as Peldurol played a light tune on his pipes. At the sound of his beautiful melody, a light brown doe approached him, slightly cautious. He lightly greeted the creature, and it sniffed his hand at his approach. He continued his aria, to the delight of many of the animals within earshot.
He stood up after a few hours, which seemed like mere moments in his euphoric trance. He took to a slow walk, there’s no real rush for him to get anywhere. He saw a huge spark fly across the sky, and the small pond near him started throwing it’s water erratically over its usual peaceful banks. He ran from the the direction the streak was going in. Whatever it was, he didn’t want to be near it.
Then, there came an earth-shattering explosion on the other edge of the forest, where the streak had landed. It ripped and tore the earth asunder, and devastated the landscape around him. As if that were not enough, a shockwave began moving it’s way through the forest. It was like a pond’s ripples, there wasn’t just one shockwave. There were hundreds.
He threw his hands up in front of him to try to stop some of the force from completely tearing him apart. It worked. It worked too well. The first, most powerful blast hit him with an unimaginable force. His forearms strained and snapped like twigs. Sinew, pieces of bone, and blood flew into his face. Peldurol’s arms were twisted in and around. The shockwaves had bounced and twisted, creating up and downdrafts of air. One of those downdrafts took his lifeless arms and threw them at his body. His own bones helped to rip a hole in his side, near the stomach clear through his back on his left side. Blood shot out from behind him in a macabre spray of red. The next few shockwaves, less powerful but still painful, battered his face and horns, tearing both of them to shreds.
The destroyed Satyr crumpled to the ground in a bloody hulk, shockwaves ripping and tearing at his skin. Throwing debris into what was left of his eyes, and finishing him off.
His pipes had been lost along the trail. They too darted in his direction. One of the wooden parts of the pipe embedded itself in his chest. The rest harmlessly ripped holes in creature’s legs.
Peldurol screamed in agony as his life quickly drained from him. Then, all was silence. There was no forest. No shockwaves. No debris. Nothing. Just Peldurol, pain, and a figure walking up to the near-lifeless hulk that used to be a proud, beautiful creature.
The man looked at the pitiful pile, smirked, and kicked it.
Peldurol cursed at the man, and tried moving his legs. That just caused him even more unneeded pain, and he nearly passed out.
“You poor bastard. Look at you. You can’t even get up to stop me from torturing you,” the man said, still smirking.
Peldurol couldn’t move his mouth, his jaw and mouth had been all but destroyed by the torrent of pain and destruction.
“Oh, what’s that? You’re speechless, aren’t you? I guess I should be flattered that you are,” at that, the man laughed.
‘Damn you. If I could move, I would kill you where you stand,’ thought Peldurol.
“Would you, now? Let’s just see if you could,” the smirking man snapped his fingers.
Peldurol’s pain vanished. His body became whole. His horns regrew, as well as his arms. His jaw reshaped, and his kidney returned to his side.
“H-how did you do that,” asked Peldurol
The man’s smirk turned into a smile that went ear to ear. “I can do a lot of things. I don’t believe I have any reason to help you any further, though.”
“Help me further?”
“Yes. Look at your arms.”
Peldurol hadn’t noticed it, but his arms had quickly been decaying as he stood. They disappeared exactly where they had been broken.
“Please, bring them back. I’ll do anything! Just let me live!”
“Anything?” His eyes went red with glee.
“Yes, anything,” Peldurol said, just before his jaw decayed and disappeared.
“It has been done.”
Peldurol fell. Where he would land he did not know, but he wished for many things. Wings, so he could fly away. A jaw, mouth, and teeth, so he could once again speak. Arms strong enough to grab onto something he may come across on his fall.
All this and more he was granted.
Wings sprouted out of his back, and he attempted to fly. They were useless. Just tattered remnants of wings
His jaw, mouth, and teeth returned. They were grotesque and horrid.
His arms returned, but something was amiss. They weren’t very solid, yet they felt as though they could lift the world itself.
He hit the ground and blacked out.</table>
Yes, it will be continued. Probably tomorrow.
I love you, Steve of the horror tales. Make love to me like I have never been loved before.