Post by R.I.P. on Feb 20, 2010 20:03:25 GMT -5
Long ago, before the human race was exposed, vampires, demons, angles, lycons, fantasies were actuality. Back in that time, vampires were the top, they were the Alpha and Omega, and everyone appreciated them. And as they were, the vampires all looked up to the furthermost vampire of all. His name was Cloud. Everyone knew him, because of what he did, thousands and thousands of years ago. . .
When Cloud was born, his birth killed his mother. He was unaccompanied, since his father had left them when Cloud was still in his mother’s womb. Alone with no one, a explorer passed by their old hut. He heard the cries of the infant, and he approached. Seeing Cloud alone with his mother’s decaying body, the old man took the child and continued on his way. Cloud was fed cow and goat milk until the traveler got to his township, but he was baffled why Cloud would not swallow it.
Not knowing how Cloud survived, they made it back to the village. The traveler, soon to be known as Atoas, took the infant to the healer in the parish. Once there, it was almost immediately that the man shooed Cloud away.
“He is a vampire, I will not be involved with that blood sucker!” The man said before slamming the door shut in Atoas’s face.
Knowing that, the Atoas took Cloud to his ranch, and since he had butchery, he had animals. He had killed one of the goats and sliced it open, taking pieces of meat and wringing the blood out of it into his daughter’s old urn. He gave it to Cloud, who willingly took it and gulped it down within seconds. Life went on as such, and Cloud grew older and stronger each day. When he was 14 years old, Atoas was killed for raising and aiding a vampire. Not knowing where to go, Cloud ran.
He ran for days, only stopping to hunt. News extended rapidly of the boy as he started to target farms. Humans feared him, and Vampires were interested.
While he was ambushing a farm, he stole a calf and had killed it. While he was feeding, he was abducted. Cloud was wild, as the folklore says. He screeched and lashed out and bit, trying his best to stay free. They bound his hands and legs and put a bag over his head. Not knowing where he was going, Cloud did everything to break free. Only two times a week the men would take the bag off and feed him squirrels or raccoons. After weeks and weeks, Cloud was unconfined, but only a day later he was put in prison.
The humans tried to feed him their food, but he denied. From 15 to 17, Cloud was finally released. He tried to stay low as he traveled. Soon he discovered there were more like him. He arrived at many towns that were full of Vampires, and suddenly, Cloud didn’t feel so alone. After the years passed, Cloud grew handsome and strong, and soon he went on traveling. Some say he crossed the world more than three times, others say longer. At the age of 20, Cloud exposed the Angles and Demons, and other mythical things.
He had found out that the world knew about him, and he was becoming famous the more and more he visited cities. After time, every creature looked up to him, he was the top. He was feared, and respected. But there was a small clan, the only ones that were against him. The Angles. Years and years passed and their plans grew more gruesome. They were going to kill Cloud.
Cloud was going to Nkodas, which would soon become France. While he was traveling, the Angles followed close behind. Cloud hadn’t a clue that they were going to murder him. Night came and Cloud needed a rest. He set up camp, ate, and went to sleep. The Angles strike now. In his dreams, they came in and stabbed him several times in the heart with a silver blade. People nowadays think you need a wooden stake or holy water, even garlic to kill a vampire. Bogus. But, with Cloud dead, everyone in Nkodas was waiting for someone to come, who would never arrive. Years passed, and there was no sight of Cloud. Soon people started to look for him, until they sound the scene. . .
Cloud was known for being the strongest Vampire in the world, the one that survived despite the fact the world turned it’s back on him. He was the one that everyone looked up to, and the one creature no one would have expected, killed him. Angles and wonderful, lovely and great? I don’t think so.
When Cloud was born, his birth killed his mother. He was unaccompanied, since his father had left them when Cloud was still in his mother’s womb. Alone with no one, a explorer passed by their old hut. He heard the cries of the infant, and he approached. Seeing Cloud alone with his mother’s decaying body, the old man took the child and continued on his way. Cloud was fed cow and goat milk until the traveler got to his township, but he was baffled why Cloud would not swallow it.
Not knowing how Cloud survived, they made it back to the village. The traveler, soon to be known as Atoas, took the infant to the healer in the parish. Once there, it was almost immediately that the man shooed Cloud away.
“He is a vampire, I will not be involved with that blood sucker!” The man said before slamming the door shut in Atoas’s face.
Knowing that, the Atoas took Cloud to his ranch, and since he had butchery, he had animals. He had killed one of the goats and sliced it open, taking pieces of meat and wringing the blood out of it into his daughter’s old urn. He gave it to Cloud, who willingly took it and gulped it down within seconds. Life went on as such, and Cloud grew older and stronger each day. When he was 14 years old, Atoas was killed for raising and aiding a vampire. Not knowing where to go, Cloud ran.
He ran for days, only stopping to hunt. News extended rapidly of the boy as he started to target farms. Humans feared him, and Vampires were interested.
While he was ambushing a farm, he stole a calf and had killed it. While he was feeding, he was abducted. Cloud was wild, as the folklore says. He screeched and lashed out and bit, trying his best to stay free. They bound his hands and legs and put a bag over his head. Not knowing where he was going, Cloud did everything to break free. Only two times a week the men would take the bag off and feed him squirrels or raccoons. After weeks and weeks, Cloud was unconfined, but only a day later he was put in prison.
The humans tried to feed him their food, but he denied. From 15 to 17, Cloud was finally released. He tried to stay low as he traveled. Soon he discovered there were more like him. He arrived at many towns that were full of Vampires, and suddenly, Cloud didn’t feel so alone. After the years passed, Cloud grew handsome and strong, and soon he went on traveling. Some say he crossed the world more than three times, others say longer. At the age of 20, Cloud exposed the Angles and Demons, and other mythical things.
He had found out that the world knew about him, and he was becoming famous the more and more he visited cities. After time, every creature looked up to him, he was the top. He was feared, and respected. But there was a small clan, the only ones that were against him. The Angles. Years and years passed and their plans grew more gruesome. They were going to kill Cloud.
Cloud was going to Nkodas, which would soon become France. While he was traveling, the Angles followed close behind. Cloud hadn’t a clue that they were going to murder him. Night came and Cloud needed a rest. He set up camp, ate, and went to sleep. The Angles strike now. In his dreams, they came in and stabbed him several times in the heart with a silver blade. People nowadays think you need a wooden stake or holy water, even garlic to kill a vampire. Bogus. But, with Cloud dead, everyone in Nkodas was waiting for someone to come, who would never arrive. Years passed, and there was no sight of Cloud. Soon people started to look for him, until they sound the scene. . .
Cloud was known for being the strongest Vampire in the world, the one that survived despite the fact the world turned it’s back on him. He was the one that everyone looked up to, and the one creature no one would have expected, killed him. Angles and wonderful, lovely and great? I don’t think so.
