Soul Healer

Soul Healer

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Oct 4, 2014
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Fantasy
All dressed in black battle armor he stands on the hillside like a statue frozen in time. The only indication that he is indeed alive are his pitch black eyes scanning the horizon. For several minutes his intense eyes seem to notice every single detail in the beautiful landscape below. But it would seem what ever he is searching for, it's not there. With an impatient growl, he adjusts his sword, and starts walking towards the forest. Each stride so powerful and menacing it would send shivers of fear through any being. Scanning the forest to the right he curses, as he spots someone running. With a raised brow he mumbles "This is all we need. Where do you hide, you annoying whelp? This is not time for games." Teeth clenched, standing 7 feet tall, he seems to dominate the entire landscape with no effort at all. Observant his dark eyes stare at the running figure as it slowly but steadily approaches. He seems intrigued, unable to take his eyes off the running figure. Hidden in the dark shadows of the ancient trees, his midnight dark eyes are puzzled. "What is this?", he whispers. Slim, tall, lean muscles, the figure appears human, but definitely not male........
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Blade's eyes turned cold. Like a dark colored ocean that just froze. He took a frightening step forward so now his face was only inches from my face, even with his height, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could no longer breath. No longer see people repeatedly walking past my house. No longer hear those birds in the tree that were begging me to run. I could only see his dark blue eyes that held so much danger and anger. I could only hear his rapid breathing and even his fast heartbeat. I was just that dazed into his stare.... more like glare. "Is there someone else?" he said so low no one could hear but me. And I heard him. So clearly. I heard the threat telling me to say yes for he can make whoever the competition is disappear. I heard the anger he held behind his low tone. I heard the jealousy beyond anything. That was what clouded over everything. "N-no," I stuttered. I'm angry to admit I was scared. How he towered over me didn't make it any better. Standing proudly at maybe a 6'4 or 6'5. While I stood at a 5'5. He scanned my face trying to look for any sign of me lying. And when he backed up I knew he couldn't find one because what I said was indeed true. To be honest there was only him. And it seems like that is what it will always be. The all famous gang leader and tough girl, cross paths. He hates disrespect and that's what she's all about. How do you think this will all play out in the end?

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