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Siegfried Schtauffen [userpic]
by Siegfried Schtauffen (nightmareless)
at September 18th, 2005 (09:00 pm)

Who: Nightmare & Whoever wants to greet him!
When: This is Siegfried's entrance back into the town after retrieving Soul Edge.
Where: Er, where ever he can stumble into. I'm thinking in Mayra.
Summary: Just starting!
Warnings: Nightmare wants... pretty much anyone in the area for some good old souls.

Thump, thump, thump.

It was with great heaves that Siegfried's boot were lifted, then pounded forward on the ground. He was in the city now. The need would be fufilled soon. He just needed to find some willing, or better yet, unwilling, donors.

The blonde's face seemed to be plastered with a permenant smirk as he slowly turned his head from side to side. He could feel the pulsing in his arm. It was only a matter of time before it changed to a better suting... limb.

Souls? Where were they? Gripped tightly in his hand was the treasure he had gone hunting for. Changed into its Zewihander shape, as it so seemed to be these days, the huge blade of the sword dragged across the cement as he trudged on, causing a horrible scraping sound. He was getting weak.


Posted by: Siegfried Schtauffen (nightmareless)
Posted at: September 19th, 2006 04:56 am (UTC)
so what if you can see?

The creature seemed to only pay vauge attention to the people that had begun to surround him. They didn't matter. He had gone through this countless time before. The more people that came, the better. The more souls he devoured, the stronger he would become.

"Heh." The small chuckle seemed to just barely escape the maddening grin that he sported. Raising Soul Edge high above his head, the half-armored figure brought the blade crashing down on the ground, straight in the direction of a young woman with dark hair.

Off to the side, an even smaller girl was wailing about something. The noise angered the beast. He brought his free hand up towards the sky, the words , "SOULS COME UNTO ME," were shouted at the top of the young man's lungs, in a voice that wasn't his own.

In the distance, another playmate seemed to be approaching. The more the merrier, right?

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