(This is one of the most recent sl's I was working on, for myself, when my last refuge of creativity became a place I no longer cared to be. It's not quite finished as I am undecided how I feel like ending it atm but I will post more of it here as I write it out. There will be about 4 posts done right in a row. I'm not sure if any thing in this personal sl will be considered too violent or descriptive but I don't think it is. However, if I need to put this in a spoiler thing, just let me know!) Silence reigned over a small clearing within the depths of a forest. Moments ago that clearing had been filled with the sound of swords clashing as armored figures danced with death. They had gathered to kill a single man. What remained was indeed a grisly scene if one were to stumble upon it. Swathes of blood covered the trampled grass and stained the bark of nearby trees. Seven bodies littered the ground, all wearing black armor with silver fluting and the symbol of Ozmosis on their breast plates. At least two of the dead looked to have been struck by lightning. Another appeared to have had their head cleaved in two by a vicious sword stroke. The remaining dead suffered various fatal blows from the very same sword. One being remained alive on the edge of the clearing, sitting with their back propped against a tree. A tall form in tattered and blood stained clothing. Their long, silver hair was matted with drying blood. One hand rested over a blood soaked patch of their midnight blue shirt, if one loaked close enough they would notice that blood oozed freshly between the fingers of that hand. Victory had been his but he had not escaped unscathed. Brilliant blue eyes, slightly faded, began to close slowly as the man kept the fingers of his other hand tightly clasped about the handle of his sword. His chest rose and fell unsteadily with each breath taken, a hint of a bloody froth staining his lips. He let his head slump forward till his chin was nearly resting upon his chest, blood stained, silver hair falling to completely cover elven features. He was done, too tired in so many different ways to continue, and so he was ready to simply let go as his eyes shut completely.