imported_Ambrose Braeden
Feb 27th, 2003, 08:26:01 PM
The Vampire stood in the center of a building that had been deserted long ago. His cloak, the color of the night, was draped around him. Covering his body. His saber was at his side, dangling from his belt clip that kept it by him always. The walls were decaying, the furniture was in shabbles. The only thing that was still intact was the statues that lined the walls. Made out of the finest marble, the statues were of men in battle. Their armor was of an ancient texture, their armor was inscribed with elaborate and ornamental hirogliphs. They held blades that were to their sides, but looked so real. He looked up towards the heavens, a part of his medatating ritual and said a word in the ancient Sith tounge. A language that most beings in the galaxy did not even know existed.
The weather was nubilous this day. The clouds were gathering in the sky above him, preparing for the precipitation process that made up the water cycle of this world. He knew that it would rain soon, but when was a different story. He opened his fierce eyes, and looked around. He was now ready. Now was the time to kill. Ambrose Braeden reached out with the force and sent waves out to all beings that devoted themselves to the light side as they reffered to it. In his oppinion, they were pittiful. They were like a needle that was poking him in the torso. A needle in which he would have removed. And removed permenantly.
As he said his last syllable, a line of servants dressed in moth eaten rags, made their way to the back wall, behind the demon standing in the center. 'They are mirely scum off of the street' the Vampire Warrior thought as the simbiont beings laid down their offerings one by one. Praying to their god all the while that he might come and free them of their misery. As one passed by him as he was praying, Ambrose threw his right arm outward and wrapped his hand around the pittiful beings neck. Pulling him close, he could feel the blood surge throughout his body. His white teeth sank into the delicat tan skin of the human. The blood touched his lips and he drank. He pulled free of the dead man, the carcas falling helplessly to the ground. Landing with a thud. He whiped the blood from the side of his mouth.
Come, you pittiful beings. Come and meet your doom. As many have before you...
The weather was nubilous this day. The clouds were gathering in the sky above him, preparing for the precipitation process that made up the water cycle of this world. He knew that it would rain soon, but when was a different story. He opened his fierce eyes, and looked around. He was now ready. Now was the time to kill. Ambrose Braeden reached out with the force and sent waves out to all beings that devoted themselves to the light side as they reffered to it. In his oppinion, they were pittiful. They were like a needle that was poking him in the torso. A needle in which he would have removed. And removed permenantly.
As he said his last syllable, a line of servants dressed in moth eaten rags, made their way to the back wall, behind the demon standing in the center. 'They are mirely scum off of the street' the Vampire Warrior thought as the simbiont beings laid down their offerings one by one. Praying to their god all the while that he might come and free them of their misery. As one passed by him as he was praying, Ambrose threw his right arm outward and wrapped his hand around the pittiful beings neck. Pulling him close, he could feel the blood surge throughout his body. His white teeth sank into the delicat tan skin of the human. The blood touched his lips and he drank. He pulled free of the dead man, the carcas falling helplessly to the ground. Landing with a thud. He whiped the blood from the side of his mouth.
Come, you pittiful beings. Come and meet your doom. As many have before you...