vullgar
Guildie
Posts: 29
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
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Post by vullgar on Oct 27, 2014 15:49:27 GMT -6
Nightmares of the Past
“Don’t you remember me, old friend?” the hollow voice chills Vullgar’s bones. It was familiar yet completely different. He would turn to see a face, pale and scarred; it was a face that use to bring happiness to him. Yet here, in the cold tundra’s of Northrend, it only brought him a great sadness. “You are not him!” Vullgar said, barely believing his own words. The words did not mend his mind and heart that were tearing themselves apart because of what he was seeing. “Oh, that’s where your wrong.” the man with the hallow voice said before he charged toward Vullgar with his sword raised to oneside “Come I will show you that it is me!”. Vullgar is frozen, he can only watch as the man charged toward him. He was only five feet away now, almost in striking range and Vullgar had yet to even brace himself for combat. His throat seemed to close up and tears came to his eyes. The man with the hollow voice jumps in the air coming down with his sword. “Fight me!” Vullgar sits up in his bed in a cold sweat, the man’s hollow voice still echoing in his mind. He is breathing heavily and is clutching the sheets in his fists. It takes him a minute to realize where he is. He scans the room; his fellow Vanguard sleeping in their bunks, the dim light giving the room an eerie feel. He looks down at the bed in front of him. Finally coming to realize it was another nightmare. Vullgar shakes his head letting out a slight chuckle under his breath. He lays back down in the bed and stairs at the ceiling thoughts of the past plaguing his mind. “Only a nightmare.” He finally says softly to himself rubbing the scar on his chest, before turning over and closing his eyes hoping sleep would come back to him.
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vullgar
Guildie
Posts: 29
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
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Post by vullgar on Jan 4, 2015 2:35:57 GMT -6
Vullgar sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoulder pads then breastplate. Pulling off his gauntlets and shirt he laid back and stared at the ceiling. The dim lights flickered on the ceiling and his thoughts went to all the news he received. Dai was a traitor and staged an attack in a fellow Kin, for what seems like no reason except to cut ties with the rest of the kinship. Dai blamed the kinship for his mates death but that didnt make any sense, Rasmira lead the kinship for years and viewed them all as her family. No, Dai's acts were misguided by grief and the thought of having to fight a friend in battle was unfortunately not unfamiliar to Vullgar. Vullgar's brows furrowed and his mind drifted back to a completely different time, back before war had molded him.
A young Vullgar called out "Wait up, Cale!" as he ran up the mountain pass. Another boy with shoulder length blonde hair stops and looks back at him shouting "Hurry up slow poke!" The two boys finally make it to the top of the rock. The same rock they had spent countless nights staring at the stars talking about their dreams and goals in life. The stars were bright in the sky and the two sat there talking. They would speak of their future conquests and the damsels they would save, oh the respect they would have! Vullgar laughed at Cale as he imitated a swordsman, jumping up to be the bad guy that Cale would slay. The two boys laughed as they sat down turning their attention to the sky. "Do you think we really are capable of such things?" Vullgar would ask. "Of course we are, just you watch." a voice would respond but it wasn't that of Cales, Vullgar looks at Cale, but its not Cale. Its a grown man with a scarred pale face, bloodstained armor, white hair, and wicked smile on his face. Vullgar's lungs seize up on him, he is terrofied as the man jumps at him and he wakes up.
The candle had burned out and the only light in the room was coming from a torch out in the hall. He sat up and shook his head. Looking around he would not see anyone. There were no sounds, no movement, it was just him. Him and his haunted memories.
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