[TDS] Shining Gold

Clash Between Titans

A deep roar cried out throughout a land which advanced human civilization was barely knowledgeable on, but was a place that older societies and tribes of living beings, human or other, had made their home since practically the dawn of time. Throughout pure caves, valleys, forests and other kinds of different natural landmasses and a few rudimentary villages echoed a low voice which was unmistakable amongst the relatively tight-knit and isolated communities. It was a cry that would draw the deepest of cave dwellers out of their concave abodes, a cry that would stop a working farmer dead in their tracks as they witnessed every form of wildlife which hindered their efforts rush away from or towards the sound, a cry which could mean a myriad of different emotions, a cry which signified that something great may be coming, a cry to focus your attention on. A deep, imposing, yet subtly caring and golden voice, which had the odd ability to seemingly touch the hearts and minds of those who heard it. Whether that was the result of the nature of these lands and their people, or something else entirely, was completely unknown, but it didn't need to be. That kind of information would bear no significant use to the inhabitants of this place.

Though, it may have helped them in another way. Sometimes, the voice wouldn't be kind, it would be mean. It would convey primary tones of anger, rage, sorrow, misery and more to those who heard it. Whenever that happened however, the voice seemed to quickly follow up in a sincere manner, soothing those who heard it as well as apologizing for anything it may have caused in its brief stints of negativity. These occurrences were extremely rare to begin with, so the inhabitants of the land were essentially unaccustomed to hearing the voice in this aggressive manner.

This deep roar was one such of those occurrences, and subsequently shocked those who heard of it outside of its origin point. But, contrary to what should have usually happened, there was no reassurance. There was only more aggression and sadness being carried through the voice which grew ever more desperate as time went on. Worry filled the inhabitants of the land, especially those who were in close proximity to where the voice was coming from. Many would never know why the voice was so distressed at this moment, but those same people and creatures close enough to where the voice emanated from at this point in time would forever have that reason etched into their minds.

Moments prior, living creatures seemingly made of pure gold, or a material extremely similar to it, sprinted towards a relatively isolated area with great fear. The heavy bodies that each individual being possessed pounded on the sturdy soil which composed most of the land, each sole pushing down on the dirt as its owner made a mad dash away from something. Each of these beings seemed to be of the same, uniform humanoid shape in the same garments, but on closer inspection many seemed to have unique characteristics. Some had what could be considered to be a face, some had bodies that differentiated heavily from others, some apparently even wore appropriately golden colored clothing items like hats. Regardless, something had caused each of them to enter a state of panic that made them run towards where they were all going to. Something that was currently pursuing them.

Trailing right behind the large mass of gold beings were similar yet very different creatures. They bore the same humanoid shapes as their golden counterparts, with all the subtle differences and unique features on certain individuals, but were purely black and in a way, reflective. Their clothing consisted of a dark turquoise "t-shirt" and a non-reflective black pair of pants, both having marbled patterns that distinguished themselves from the skin of their wearers. Most notably, many of these pursuers carried weapons such as blades and blunt instruments, and ran at a speed slightly above those of the fleeing golden people. On occasion, a gold individual would fall behind and get too close to one of their pursuers, and would suffer a swift end at the hands of them before being left behind as the chase continued. The rear of the crowd of golden beings was slowly shredded as the group kept running towards their destination and their pursuers were closing the distance.