This is a small part of something i'm currently writting on my spare time. I'm a shitty writter in general so i decided that it might be a good idea to start improving on something that i enjoy doing, and i need a break from my moveset project anyway.


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It was night already. They had fought against each other over the entire day in this desert field which was once filled by the beauty that is the gift of mother earth. Flowers and trees, all destroyed by their battle. It was over however, and the winner was none other than the original, or so he thought...


"That Void guy sure was a pain in the ass to beat...i can barely stand up right now..."


Said Dark, his body full of wounds which not even his parasite partner could heal without a significant amount of time to do so. Behind them was the body of Void, A almost completely exactly alike figure when compared to Dark, defeated on the ground and dead in a pool of his own blood. Dark looked back one more time to confirm the figure's death, who remained on the ground. That was all the confirmation he needed, and so he started to walk away to find a place to rest before the authorities arrived. He would be no match to any bounty hunters on his current state, but regardless of how hard he tried, the action of walking alone already caused him immense pain all over his body. Just as he thought he was taking distance, however...


"Dont leave yourself...me...!"


Dark turned around the fastest he could, but what he saw was enough to make him want to throw up anything he ate before the battle. What was in front of him was nothing like the one he had fought just a few moments ago. To call it a monster would be a understatement as well, although no other words could be used to describe him. It was a vile creature who's sheer sign would make even the most battle hardened warriors run for their lives, and that is what Dark would have done if it was not by his body refusing to obey him any longer by that point. The monster was apparently immobile, as it looked more like a blob of thosands of creatures put together, ready to explode at a moment's instant, although it's sheer size made it so that it didn't require movement to catch anything close to it. How did Void, who was completely normal in everything but mind, suddenly turn into this at such a oustanding speed?


"H-how...how are you still alive!?"


The fear in Dark's voice was easy to notice. This was the first time in a long time that he was clearly scared of dying. Before he could do anything else however, tentacles from the creature's body suddenly lunged against him. He would have been killed if he had remained watching but his body started to obey him for a split second, allowing him to avoid all but one of them, which penetrated his left arm, going inside from a side and outside from the other, then quickly enveloped itself all over his arm as it started to pull him towards the monster. Dark erupted spikes from below both of his feet to fix himself on the ground and started to pull the arm as well, refusing to simply be absorbed by the creature.


Suddenly...


A sound could be heard coming from his arm. It was the sound of something being ripped apart. Tears started to fall down Dark's face as he noticed his arm was slowly being ripped off his body. He could feel the bones were not connected anymore, that the muscles were being ripped apart and that it's flesh was useless by this point at helping fixing the arm in place. He could not feel his arm anymore, although it was still there, slowly being pulled off him as he screamed in pain. Suddenly, a scythe erupted from Dark's shoulder and sliced the tentacle off. His arm was now almost completely destroyed and hanging from his body, with only a very small amount of streched flesh keeping it from completely falling off. A waterfall of blood started to fall from the hole on it as Dark continued to cry in pain from the wound.


"Alive it or not, that thing just got on my nerves..."


Shadow, the parasite living inside of Dark, was clearly not amused as he said that.

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Oh so you gave dark a story huh? Cool. Nice job.

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http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3342162/ - Check out my amateur writing lol

Dark is my very first OC which i created years ago. He has a gigantic story, and this is just a small scene from it which i decided to write in 20 minutes for the heck of it since i had nothing better to do. I pretend on writting his entire story, but that is something for when i'm done with his moveset.



I have other characters i want to make a moveset for in the future, Dark just happened to be the first since he is the MC.

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Lol well we have that in common. I have several OCs, all part of the same story, that I want to flesh out more. But keep going with it. I like it so far.

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http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3342162/ - Check out my amateur writing lol

Looks pretty good so far. Not too many mistakes, though of course could always go back and improve bits and pieces, mostly just grammar though that's about it. Very easy to follow and well written in that sense ^-^ Good job, can't wait to see more of it.

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This is NOT a sequel to the OP. In fact, this is what happened before it. I will probably use this thread as my "short stories" thread from now on, as long they're not joke ones.


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"I WILL KILL YOUUUUUUUUUU!"


Screamed Dark as he ran at the direction of the dual wielding swordman Void, fists first in a blind rage. both warriors being so similar one would expect them to be brothers, although their fur colors were different, being Golden and Silver respectively. Void kept a emotionless smile on his face as he rushed in as well and horizontally slashed Dark at a neck level. The blow would have been fatal if it had hit, but the jackal had let out a burst of speed that allowed him to reach his foe and punch him on the stomach with his left hand before the cut was even close to him. Void was sent flying away, crashing against a tree and breaking it in the process before continuing to fly for a few meters. Dark was not done yet, however, and started to run at his direction again. Void only had a few seconds to recover himself, although it seems he was not affected badly by the attack for he still had his smile after getting up. Dark tried punching his face, and although he hit, his foe didn't even move from the attack.



He was ready to punch again just as he saw one of Void's blades coming from below to slash his face at a vertical level. He jumped back, just barely avoiding the attack, but could not even pull himself together as he noticed Void was now on the offensive, quickly attacking him at multiple angles with both of his short swords. Dark was forced to avoid the attacks, but one of them had forced him to block, or the closest he could get to it. He had put his left hand in front of one of the slashes, expecting the metal gauntlet on it to block the attack, but just as the blade touched his gauntlet he was surprised to notice that it was cutting through it as if it was paper. No, paper would be a overstatement. It was almost as if the gauntlet was not there in the first place. between the half second all of this took event, Dark had moves his arm out of the way and jumped back yet again, only this time using Void as the "ground" he jumps from, kicking the silver jackal away in the process.



He looked in terror as he noticed the gauntlet on his left arm had being sliced in half and fell down on the ground. A normal sword should not be capable of even scratching the metal his Gauntlet is made of, let alone cut it apart. It didn't even look as if it had just being cut in half, it's almost as if the spot where it was cut never existed in the first place. One may say it was removed from existence by the attack.


"Those swords...they're far too sharp to be normal."


Said Dark to himself under his breath. It only took him a few seconds to notice the nature of those weapons: They erased anything they touched from existence. His arm had only received a small scratch from it, but his old gauntlet was now gone. There was no way he could survive a direct attack from that, and only now he realized how stupid of him it was to rush in the way he did at first and how lucky he was to get the punch in before the blade connected to his neck.



Dark came back to his senses as he noticed Void getting up, his smile as emotionless as ever. He knew that to win, he would have to make sure to avoid each and every attack and to give Void no chance to counter attack. With this in mind, he started to run at his enemy's direction again, who responded by lifting both swords up to the sky. Dark ignored and continued to run, but his eyes went white as he saw what happened once both swords came crashing down on the ground: Everything in the "line" they slashed was suddenly removed from existence, and Dark would have lost both of his arms had he not turned to the side at the split second it took for the wave to reach him. It was a completely different story if those swords could attack from distance, which is exactly why Dark continued to run. Long range combat was completely out of question by this point, as if it was even an option in the first place.



They had entered in close combat again, with Dark mostly avoiding the sword slashes while getting scratched a few times, although the fact each slash erased the skin it hit from existence was extremely scary inside of his head. He was surprised the attacks didn't had the long range Void just showed them to have a few seconds ago. He probably required charging time to give them more range than their physical appearance makes them out to have. Void on the other hand, was either avoiding or taking the punches head on, and clearly getting hurt by the ones that DID hit him. Either he was bad at dodging or he didn't care, with the second possibility being the one Dark put his bets on it after noticing the individual continued to smile. It made Dark mad to see someone smile like that while getting hit like that, but Dark knew he was not sane to begin with.



The battle kept going that way for a while until Void caught Dark by surprise, kicking the side of the joint of his right leg, almost breaking it in the process. Dark flinched in pain, and just barely avoided a slash that wound have sliced his body in two, receiving 'only' a long, but not deep cut that went from his shoulder to his waist. The wound was quick to start causing blood loss, although it was not nearly enough to put Dark's life at risk. Indeed, the one thing putting his life at risk at that very moment was the fact Void had another sword to slice with and Dark's leg current state would make movement extremely hard until it recovered from it's damage.



Void slashed with the other sword at a horizontal arc at Dark's stomach level, but missed for Dark had jumped in the air before it. It was a amazing feat for someone who had a leg's joint wounded like that, and one could say it was Dark's intincts doing most of the job. He crashed down with an axe kick at Void's head, who tried to block with both of his swords. That scared Dark who feared he would lose his leg until it actually touched the swords: At first, he thought the blades destroyed anything they touched, but the fact his kick connected as the blades blocked with their blunt side made him realize only their sharp side was capable of such logic defying attacks. The kick itself had put a lot of pressure on both Void and the ground below him, which broke apart below both of them. Void was quick to send Dark flying away by kicking his groin from below, with the golden Jackal's eyes full of tears for comedic effect as he was sent flying away, hands on his man jewels.



Void ran at Dark, his smile now a grin which only an maniac like him would have. Dark tried to get up but fell down on his knees because of the pain on his right leg. He had little ways to avoid Void attacks now, considering he was already in front of Dark and slashed with both swords in a horizontal arc. A double slash from the same side, one may call. Dark tried jumping to the side, but he was too slow and one of the blades sliced part of his left shoulder, the attack not stopping as the blades were not slowed down by mass due to their nature, and cut part of Dark's cheek and neck as well, although only the tip of both of them had actually connected by this point.



Dark didn't had time to dwell in pain as he noticed Void was about to attack again, having both sword crash down on him at a vertical arc, although Dark quickly rolled out of the way. Void attacked again, trying to slice Dark's head off for good just as Dark had got on his knees after the roll, but Dark had ducked just in time to avoid the first attack and was about to strike back with his right hand just as noticed the other sword was about to pierce his backs from above. At that distance there was no way to fully avoid it, so he continued his attack as well. The punch connected with Void's chest, who lost the grip of his sword just before it pierced Dark's backs, but the strength that was being used to bring the sword down before it caused it to still pierce the right side of his belly from behind, destroying one of the ribs. The sword had become stucked on the ground right after crashing down, causing Dark who was sent flying ahead because of the momentum caused by his attack to have the sword slash it's way from where it pierced to the right side of the waist, simply erasing everything on it's way. Void was blown away, but Dark had suffered the biggest wound.



Dark got up after that, putting his left hand on the deep wound that sliced from his Ribs to his waist in a '\' arc. He was in much pain, and even his regeneration was not being very effective at closing all his wounds. Void put his now free of swords hand on his chest as he got up as well, having being heavily damaged by the attack, shown by the fact he was having an extremely hard time breathing. He then grabbed his remaining sword's hilt with both hands and pointed towards Dark, his face now cold and rutheless. Dark was not prepared, but he had to take whatever was coming for him this time. He noticed the sharp side of the blade was aiming up, however. In his head, Dark just had the most suicidal idea he ever had on his life.



Void lunged foward, tip of the blade first in a attack to pierce Dark's heart. Dark got up just before that and both put his left arm in front of the attack and his right leg in front of Void. The sword pierced Dark's arm, but it didn't touched his heart for the leg had stopped Void's approach. Dark kicked void away, and thanks to the fact the sword sharp side was aiming up and not down, it didn't sliced it's way down Dark's arm. Dark then pulled the sword out of his arm with his right hand and dashed foward at Void who was still stucked mid-air from the kick. Dark then slashed Void in half with an horizontal slash, his waist and below falling on the ground while the part above was sent sent flying in the air as Dark remained on his knees, his backs turned to Void's Remains and a cold look on his face as he stared at the ground.



The battle was over.

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More practice writting, folks. Not a battle this time though, and it goes into other characters instead of Dark for a change.

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"sir." A blonde man with crimson eyes walked into the somewhat large room, the walls being painted white and the floor being as blue as the sea. At the sides, furniture you would usually see in a working place could be found, but the most noticible thing was the giant wood table in front of anyone that entered through the front door, an somewhat old man sitting behind it on a equally outstanding chair. The young man's outfit consisted of the standard clothes used by those of the Brave Order, which included a pair of black business shoes, gray leather pants, white shirt and a blue jacket with red strips. Although the jacket usually remained closed to keep the looks of one using them strickly professional, the young man kept it open due to the fact he did not took high temperatures very well, and his status as a captain allowed him to do so without having to hear lectures about it from higher ups.


"Ah, Ryan. Right on time, as always." The man sitting behind the table stood up, his size being outstandingly unnatural, sitting in the very least at the 3 meters mark. His gray hair reached down his neck and covered most of the area above his black eyes, with his beard covered most of his mouth as well. He clearly worked out a lot, his muscles visible from below his outfit, which consisted of the same one used by those of the Brave Order, albeit much larger in size in order to fit him.


"What did you called me here for, sir?" The young man stared at the giant's face, his hands behind his backs and his face giving a cold look towards the one in front of him, enough to give anyone who could not look down on him so easily fear into it's heart. "I have called you here to discuss the young criminal you have been searching for over the past months. His name is Dark Wyvern, a C rank criminal, yes?" His voice showed some worry as his eyes closed and he crossed his arms, deciding to remain in silence for a few seconds in order to give the captain some time to think. "Someone of your rank should not be dealing with such low level criminals." He opened his eyes and stared down at the young man once again as his voice quickly shifted to a more serious tone as he did so.


"Sir, with all due respect, I fear his abilities make him more of a threat than his rank would say." The captain's voice was cold, yet confident on every word. His eyes never once looking away from the man in front of him. "Would you mind telling me more about this?" The old giant was clearly interested on the reasons behind the young man's pursuit for the criminal who's rank apparently didn't suit his abilities. At that moment, the captain closed his eyes and slowly turned around before walking a few steps towards the door, then opened his eyes again before starting his speech.


"There are 5 ranks we give to criminals who are searched by the Brave Order, and all of them have an bounty that increases depending on their listed rank and abilities." He turned around in order face the leader of the Brave Order once again. "First, we have the D rank. These criminals are barely above petty thieves, and are usually delt with by our trained soldiers fairly easily. They exist in the thousands, and unless among a group, are usually not much of a threat."


"Your point being...?" the old man was slighty confused by the captain's sudden speech about something he obviously knew, but his question was ignored as the young man continued talking. "Next, we have C rank criminals. Although much more of a threat than D rank criminals, they are also fairly more rare, and still managable by our foot soldiers...to an extend." He looked down on the ground before closing his eyes.


"I still don't get your point." He knew by now that regardless of what he said, it would not stop the young man's lecture, but did so either way for he had nothing to lose. "Next, we have B rank criminals. By this point, we are not dealing with normal criminals anymore. The ones found in this rank usually possess one or more abilities that make them stand out among the crowd of otherwise unimportant fools." The young man put special emphasy on the word 'fools', thinking very lowly of those labelled as criminals.


"You know, you're not going anywhere with this." The giant had already went back to his seat by that point, barely caring about the captain's words. "A rank criminals are among the most dangerous ones, usually having both powerful skills and the brain to use it properly. Luckily, they are just as rare as their rank would suggest."


"And I bet you're going to talk about the top players now, huh?" The old man's voice was deadpan, he being clearly tired of this useless lecture about something of no importance. "Yes...lastly, we have S rank criminals. Currently, there are only 3 of them, with the 'god of destruction' Bahamut being the most unpredictable one, making him our highest priority at the moment." His lecture finally over, his expression quickly shifting to that of annoyance when he noticed his leader not only refusing to pay attention to what he said, but making silly sounds as he played with super sentai action figures. the old man noticed that only after a few seconds, and quickly put the figures below his table, embarassed over being caught on the act. "W-well, could you explain your point now, captain?" The leader attempted to switch the focus of their conversation back to the original topic, mostly to escape the situation.


"...although Dark's fighting skills are only average to those of a C rank criminal, he should be considered in the very least, a low B rank criminal." He started to walk around the room as he talked. "From my multiple encounters with him, I have noticed that not only is he capable of creating new, artficial limbs from any part of his body..." he stopped walking before staring deep into the leader's eyes, his own crimson eyes being just as sharp as a spear when doing so. "but you could also say he does not die even when he is killed."


"Doesn't die even when killed? Sounds like something you would hear a duo of idiots bragging about before getting shot in the head by a clingy bitch. Not implying I know anything about such an event, of course." The old man's voice changed from serious to deadpan to denial across the sentence, followed by him looking away through the giant window behind his table, on the opposing side to the entrance of his room. "Regardless, as much I trust your word, Captain, I would need some evidence in order to even start considering raising his rank." He closed his eyes, but opened them shortly after it while putting on a grin on his face. "Your new mission is to find that, Captain."


"Understood." The young man answered the moment he heard the statement, he bowing down and closing his eyes before opening the giant wood door that is the entrance and walking away after closing it. The old man waited a few seconds to confirm he would not be coming back before pulling his action figures back and starting to play with them again, his laugh making him sound like a 10 years old kid.


As Ryan continued on his way outside of the Brave Order's HQ, a figure stood in front of the gates. "Looks like ya got something on your table, Cap~" he talked in style and voice tone that made him sound young and cocky. A closer look at him showed that while he was fairly humanoid, he also had traits that made him resemble a wolf, including a black gray fur and sharp, visible fangs, although a brown hat covered his eyes. He wore clothes fitting to his voice, using brown cowboy shoes, jean pants, a blue shirt and a brown, sleveless jacket. On his backs, there was a giant sniper rifle, clearly custom made.


"Fang. What do you want with me? I am fairly busy right now." The Captain's voice was true to his words, for he sounded like he was in a hurry and not in the mood for jokes. "News travel fast, Cap. I know what'cha doing, and I'm here to offer you my services~" The wolf put both of his hands on his pockets as he grinned, fully expecting his offer to be accepted.


"Heh. So Death's new toy wants to 'offer his services' to the Brave Order? Be my guest, it will only make my life easier." The Captain walked away after saying that, although not in the direction of the main gate, implying he accepted the offer. "You will not be disappointed, little prince. Once Fang is on the job, you can consider it done." He lifted his hat after saying that, showing his green emerald eyes and confident look before walking away. "If Good ol Dark-boy doesn't die even when killed, then you can say I don't know the meaning of death in the first place~"


"I have this weird feeling we're going to get in trouble soon." The yellow and blue fur jackal figure said as he sit under a tree while staring at the sky, the stars being visibly from any location that night. His revealing outfit of green pants that had holes on their sides, a long sleeves shirt that dind't covered his torso, gray greaves and gauntlets with a crimson scarf being unique regardless of where in the continent he found himself in.


"Is this your Jackal senses talking or are you just pulling cynicism out of your ass? Not that there is any difference." A deep voice came out of his head, insulting the young jackal who was clearly annoyed by the choice of words. "Maybe you're right...but I don't know." He continued to stare at the sky after saying that, shrugging off the small conversation from a few moments ago, not wanting to ruin the peaceful night by being negative.

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DOESN'T DIE EVEN WHEN KILLED!

also, three fucking meters tall? WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT HERE

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MANLY MEN CAN BE AS TALL AS THEY FUCKING WANT


ARMSTRONG GO

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