- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Modern, Action, Adventure.
Cannon-baseball bat sounds cool.
Squish.
Squish.
Trudging through the humid marsh, Onyx was silent as the rain continued to fall without an end in sight. Hood pulled over his head to prevent his vision from being obscured by the downpour; he made his way even further into the bog. Where was Aracel? They were together not even two minutes ago, but now she was nowhere to be seen.
Pausing, he stood and looked around, expecting the huntress to pop out of nowhere in an attempt to startle him. With a twitching ear, his posture stiffened when he heard a twig snap. Hand rising to the sword strapped to his back, he flipped backwards and swung the blade in one swift motion, cleaving through the neck of a beowolf.
Landing on a log, Onyx looked around as red eyes began to peer at him from the darkness of the surrounding foliage. Gripping Nighthawk even tighter, he clenched his jaw as his eyes narrowed, his slit pupil constricting even further. In an instant the Grimm rushed, closing in on him in a second.
Dashing forward, Onyx's body was engulfed in a navy-aura that lit up the marshland before blinking into the center of the mass of Grimm. With a flurry of cuts, Onyx cut through the creatures with uncanny precision. As one lunged at him from behind, he returned to his starting position on the log, the weapon shifting from sword to gun one swift motion.
The sound of gunfire filled the midnight air, like a series of thunderclaps against the endless downpour of rain. Breathing out a heavy sigh, Onyx stood amidst the slowly evaporating Grimm bodies and looked towards the sky as his eyes closed.
"Where are you…?" He breathed out, shifting on his feet as he rubbed his face, taking a deep breath as he continued walking.
He'd find her… Sooner or later.
Squish.
Trudging through the humid marsh, Onyx was silent as the rain continued to fall without an end in sight. Hood pulled over his head to prevent his vision from being obscured by the downpour; he made his way even further into the bog. Where was Aracel? They were together not even two minutes ago, but now she was nowhere to be seen.
Pausing, he stood and looked around, expecting the huntress to pop out of nowhere in an attempt to startle him. With a twitching ear, his posture stiffened when he heard a twig snap. Hand rising to the sword strapped to his back, he flipped backwards and swung the blade in one swift motion, cleaving through the neck of a beowolf.
Landing on a log, Onyx looked around as red eyes began to peer at him from the darkness of the surrounding foliage. Gripping Nighthawk even tighter, he clenched his jaw as his eyes narrowed, his slit pupil constricting even further. In an instant the Grimm rushed, closing in on him in a second.
Dashing forward, Onyx's body was engulfed in a navy-aura that lit up the marshland before blinking into the center of the mass of Grimm. With a flurry of cuts, Onyx cut through the creatures with uncanny precision. As one lunged at him from behind, he returned to his starting position on the log, the weapon shifting from sword to gun one swift motion.
The sound of gunfire filled the midnight air, like a series of thunderclaps against the endless downpour of rain. Breathing out a heavy sigh, Onyx stood amidst the slowly evaporating Grimm bodies and looked towards the sky as his eyes closed.
"Where are you…?" He breathed out, shifting on his feet as he rubbed his face, taking a deep breath as he continued walking.
He'd find her… Sooner or later.
It was originally 1k+ words but I felt it'd be more fitting if I shortened it down significantly. So, yeah. Onyx 'trailer'.
