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everlastingsoul) wrote2008-01-23 12:13 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2008-01-23 12:13 am
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Tired...
I'm in one of those moods of mine where I don't really feel like chatting with people or interacting as much as I usually do. I just feel drained and read the hours away ... which turns up some nice fanfics, but yeah. Today I actually spent some hours scanning some of my Suikoden doujinshi.
Going to the Creation Center for a team off-site at work tomorrow; I'll be catching a bus downtown early in the morning, so here's hoping everything goes smoothly. Special Music is also tomorrow night, so I'll miss the beginning of the hunter event probably...
...I felt like writing something dark, so here's a drabble for the Silverberg series featuring Yuber. Nevermind the fact that I haven't written one of these in almost 10 months.
Title: A Demon's Shadow
Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Yuber and ?? (pretty obvious in the context of the series...)
Prompt: Yellow
Word Count: 417
Rating: 14+; slightly violent imagery, Yuber-ness
Author's Notes: Takes place between IS 480 and IS 520. Beyond that, I haven't sketched anything out.
The wet sound of flesh being ripped apart reached his ears even as he surveyed the skirmish at the bottom of the cliffs. He averted his attention away from the people below, but did not turn as a decapitated head flew past his shoulder and out into the empty air.
"How boring," Yuber muttered as he stepped beside the shorter man, rubbing blood-sodden gloves together to gather the remaining gore. He shook the mess off of his hands, looking nonplussed as a few strands of muscle slapped hotly against his subordinate's chin.
"The battle will be over soon," the black-coated man reported, lifting a similarly-gloved hand to wipe away the grime. "Where will we head from here?"
"Impatient, are we?" The black knight's knife-like smirk came easily, and he draped an arm around his companion before licking at the bloody smear on his pale cheek. "You'll have your turn on the field, don't worry. Maybe you'll even impress me."
"Unlikely," was the monotonous answer, accompanied only by the briefest of glances. "I could kill thousands of soldiers and you would remain unmoved."
Yuber laughed darkly, mismatched eyes attempting to follow the battle below them through the darkness. "How wrong you are... You amuse me with every order you follow, every human you slaughter." His eyes strayed, focusing instead on that hint of an emerald gaze that remained so very distant from mortality. "The only thing that would amuse me more would be to see you slay your own kin." He whispered those words like an intimate secret against a pierced ear, then drew away to step back from the cliff.
Green eyes ringed yellow with decay calmly met his. "I suggest we move on to the northern continent. The Grassland Clans are constantly encroaching on each other's territory."
"A slip-up could be quite entertaining," Yuber mused, tipping his hat over his eyes. "I'll go on ahead. Don't dwell too long on this battlefield."
The blond disappeared in a ring of lights, leaving the dark-coated man to watch the humans below. He had once observed battles like this, but his brain would always be working on contingency maneuvers and alternate routes. Now he looked on with the aloofness of an eternal watcher, never to step onto a field of battle without leaving bodies in his wake.
It was fortunate that his name had died along with his body; he did not want to hold the unholy title of the Silverberg with the most blood literally on his hands.
Going to the Creation Center for a team off-site at work tomorrow; I'll be catching a bus downtown early in the morning, so here's hoping everything goes smoothly. Special Music is also tomorrow night, so I'll miss the beginning of the hunter event probably...
...I felt like writing something dark, so here's a drabble for the Silverberg series featuring Yuber. Nevermind the fact that I haven't written one of these in almost 10 months.
Title: A Demon's Shadow
Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Yuber and ?? (pretty obvious in the context of the series...)
Prompt: Yellow
Word Count: 417
Rating: 14+; slightly violent imagery, Yuber-ness
Author's Notes: Takes place between IS 480 and IS 520. Beyond that, I haven't sketched anything out.
The wet sound of flesh being ripped apart reached his ears even as he surveyed the skirmish at the bottom of the cliffs. He averted his attention away from the people below, but did not turn as a decapitated head flew past his shoulder and out into the empty air.
"How boring," Yuber muttered as he stepped beside the shorter man, rubbing blood-sodden gloves together to gather the remaining gore. He shook the mess off of his hands, looking nonplussed as a few strands of muscle slapped hotly against his subordinate's chin.
"The battle will be over soon," the black-coated man reported, lifting a similarly-gloved hand to wipe away the grime. "Where will we head from here?"
"Impatient, are we?" The black knight's knife-like smirk came easily, and he draped an arm around his companion before licking at the bloody smear on his pale cheek. "You'll have your turn on the field, don't worry. Maybe you'll even impress me."
"Unlikely," was the monotonous answer, accompanied only by the briefest of glances. "I could kill thousands of soldiers and you would remain unmoved."
Yuber laughed darkly, mismatched eyes attempting to follow the battle below them through the darkness. "How wrong you are... You amuse me with every order you follow, every human you slaughter." His eyes strayed, focusing instead on that hint of an emerald gaze that remained so very distant from mortality. "The only thing that would amuse me more would be to see you slay your own kin." He whispered those words like an intimate secret against a pierced ear, then drew away to step back from the cliff.
Green eyes ringed yellow with decay calmly met his. "I suggest we move on to the northern continent. The Grassland Clans are constantly encroaching on each other's territory."
"A slip-up could be quite entertaining," Yuber mused, tipping his hat over his eyes. "I'll go on ahead. Don't dwell too long on this battlefield."
The blond disappeared in a ring of lights, leaving the dark-coated man to watch the humans below. He had once observed battles like this, but his brain would always be working on contingency maneuvers and alternate routes. Now he looked on with the aloofness of an eternal watcher, never to step onto a field of battle without leaving bodies in his wake.
It was fortunate that his name had died along with his body; he did not want to hold the unholy title of the Silverberg with the most blood literally on his hands.
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