Gyakusatsu

Gyakusatsu S L A U G H T E R brutal | solitary | ruinous There's a lot of joy in Gyakusatsu's heart, and mirth, too. Sometimes her heart brims so full of glee and merriment she can't help but laugh. Her brittle laugh cracks like a whip in desert air: loud, unnerving. Prey dragons (almost all smaller dragons are prey dragons) steer clear of her toothy grin. She's made of blood and bone, like all the rest of them. But for her and her Imperial brethren, magnificent wyrms forged of battledust from the killing fields, that takes on a different and darker meaning. A splendid one, Gyakusatsu would purr if asked. A glorious one. She luxuriates in the fear and distrust of others. Her dark eyes flash with wicked amusement when she hears another wild rumor of herself. She never aspired to be a legend, not particularly, but why not? When she hears tales of her own exploits she can scarcely suppress a bit of a preen, a jagged smirk. Is she not magnificent? Woe betide the fool who wakes her. Her murderous thirst cannot be slaked.

From Earth they come to Earth they'll go From Earth they come to Earth they'll go She could feel the earth trembling against her belly. Her teeth glinted in the darkness as she breathed, waiting. Then all at once, certainty struck her like a chord. The moment- She poured out of her lair in a rush and flung herself towards the battle on the barren fields below, where her presence turned threw both armies into chaos. Gyakusatsu was a legend, whereabouts unknown - scholars called her a myth, a story to frighten hatchlings with - it was impossible - The Earth will taste their cold hard bones The Earth will take their bloody souls War historians scarcely credit that day, but the mythologists and storytellers of Sornieth do. She flashed like blood against the sun, and the fields drank deep that day.

It was during the dark days that Gyakusatsu rained down. Her claws dripped blood as she ripped the hearts out of her enemies, her fangs covered in their flesh. She ravished nothing more than to tear into flesh, to watch the light leave ones eyes.

Thousands of legends surrounded the demon. Some said that she was formed from the bloodstained earth of the great war. Some say she was a normal dragon spirit who's mother sacrificed her for selfish reasons. The blood that splattered as she murdered her child stained the hatchling, and thats where she gets her color. Some say she is just a demon, straight from hell.

Gyakusatsu ravaged the land for years. She could paint the ground red and take out armies in just hours. She aimed to send others into the sweet darkness she was born from. She smiled, as she destroyed another victim. As the life bleed out from him and the darkness took him, she watched and grinned. This was her divine calling. This was her lifes purpose. To drive all creation to darkness, to death.

Gyakusatsu smiled in her sleep as she dreampt of these things. Such lovely things. She could hear the screams, taste the flesh and feel the blood splash against her. She stirred in her slumber. Soon. Soon she would rise again, like she did in the dark days. Soon, she would make others taste the sweet darkness of death.

Soon, Gyakusatsu would awake, and paint the ground red.
- written by GiftofArtemis