Category: Man of War

  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 378

    When he broke through the surface, his eyes adjusted instantly to the change in ambient light. Even in the dim torchlight, the scene was clear as walking through a town square on a sunny afternoon. Marc saw the stone walls and their inscriptions in full detail. He was even able to peer through the depths of the shadows where the woman in white once stood… She’s gone…

    The next detail he caught sight of was Drusilla’s face transitioning from that smug grin to a scowl. The change had taken a fraction of a second, but his eyes perceived the changes as though she was a mime, her movements exaggerated in slow motion.

    Next, he laid eyes on Susanna, who broke all decorum by clapping her hands. Those eyes, that hair, her smooth skin, and her visible cleavage had no immediate effect. It took a while for his emotions to work their way out of the recesses of his mind… I feel…

    Lord with black hair wearing formal clothing, covered in blood, and standing next to a large well of blood. Woman to his left of Italian descent is clapping, happy, wearing a formal gown. Woman to his right is a blonde wearing a long flowing white robe stained with blood, scowls. Only three people visible. Scene and clothing appropriate for the 16th Century France. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 377

    It felt like a dream; for one thing, his heart was no longer beating. His lungs should have also been begging for air… something’s amiss…

    There was something else wrong, but he could not reason it out. Not knowing what it was, would annoy him… like standing at attention with an itch…

    Marc looked straight up and used his knees to launch himself off the bottom. He needed seven-hundred-and-ninety-two kicks to break the surface… That’s a long way down!

    Black haired lord in his thirties breaking through the surface of a blood filled well. Scene and clothing appropriate for the 16th Century France. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 376

    The creature dragged him deeper until his ears popped. Soon after, he noticed a new presence, something that could only be described as cold and dark. Upon contact, the creature fashioned from blood let him go as a shadowy presence enveloped him.

    For several heartbeats, the only thing he saw was a dwindling red light as he sank. The black membrane that enveloped him faded away, as though absorbed through the skin.He descended for what appeared to be hours, but his eyes opened in a flash upon reaching the bottom.

    Despite there being no light, he made out the outlines of the stone and mortar in the well’s wall… Contour without detail…

    IR film finish. Dark haired lord in formal clothing at the bottom of a well. There is no ambient light, but a dim rivulet of light from above… Scene and clothing appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 374

    The creature latched onto him and dragged him into the pool. His vision went red and sent him on the precipice of panic. However, Susanna’s siren song echoed through his mind. He focused on her voice and steered away from the maelstrom.

    The creature dragged him deeper until his ears popped. Soon after, he noticed a new presence, something that could only be described as cold and dark. Upon contact, the creature fashioned from blood let him go as a shadowy presence enveloped him.

    A black haired lord dressed in formal clothing is being dragged down a well filled with blood. The creature holding him is composed of hundreds of tendrils, wrapped together into a humanoid form. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 373

    “Say yes,” Susanna pleaded.

    The woman in white shook her head while uttering the same two words… Is she crying?

    “Dites non,” the woman in white mouthed.

    “Yes!” Susanna exclaimed.

    “Dites non!” the woman in white repeated.

    “Please,” Susanna pleaded.

    “Non. Non! NON!” the woman in white pleaded.

    “Do this for me!”

    “Yes,” Marc whispered.

    Black haired gentleman wearing formal clothing, kneeling by a well of blood. One his left a dark haired and black eyed woman of first nations descent, wearing a white gown, is begging him to say no. On his right a brown haired woman of Spanish descent in a gown pleads for him to say yes. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 372

    “Wait… she hasn’t asked you!” Susanna said.

    Her voice was fast, and higher pitched than normal. A clue to the naked emotions surrounding this revelation. Drusilla found her loophole and would exploit it wholeheartedly… She would claim that she missed that part…

    “Say yes,” Susanna pleaded.

    The woman in white shook her head while uttering the same two words… Is she crying?

    “Dites non,” the woman in white mouthed.

    Aboriginal woman, with sunburned skin, long black hair, black eyes, wearing a white gown, is calling out from the corner of a cave, bathed in shadow, urging someone to say no. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 371

    In the background, tendrils came out from the mirror surface of the well. They appeared to be fashioned from blood, albeit congealed or, more appropriately, coagulated. They grew longer and thinner before wrapping themselves into a bundle approximating the human form.

    To distract him, Drusilla grabbed the chalice and greedily drank the contents within. To further make a spectacle of it, the excess blood ran down her chin onto the fabric, staining it red.

    From out of a well of blood, tendrils came out from the mirror surface of the well. They appeared to be fashioned from blood, albeit congealed or, more appropriately, coagulated. They grew longer and thinner before wrapping themselves into a bundle approximating the human form. To distract him, a blonde standing by an altar, wearing white dress, grabbed the chalice and greedily drank the contents within. To further make a spectacle of it, the excess blood ran down her chin onto the fabric, staining it red. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 370

    Someone stepped out from the shadows. The woman with bare feet, raven black hair, sunburnt skin, and… black eyes…

    “What?” Susanna asked.

    Once under the harsh light of a torch, he made out her noiseless pleas. The same words repeated over and over: Dites… non?

    “Why would you refuse?” Susanna replied.

    Until now, it never occurred to him that he could choose. Drusilla was too busy making a mockery of things to even ask for consent… I’m not, that’s what the woman in white is saying over and over…

    “Drusilla is the only other person here…” Susanna said.

    In the background, tendrils came out from the mirror surface of the well. They appeared to be fashioned from blood, albeit congealed or, more appropriately, coagulated. They grew longer and thinner before wrapping themselves into a bundle approximating the human form.

    A woman of native American descent with black eyes, wears a white flowing gown, whispering from out of the shadows. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene and clothing appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 369

    His strength left him, causing his legs to wobble… I feel like I’m dying…

    “Hold on!” Susanna urged.

    His breathing grew shallow and raspy. Drusilla withdrew her fangs and visually let him drop to the ground… Barón had a similar face… that smug, self-satisfied look.

    “An empty victory,” Susanna said. “You’re almost there.”

    Drusilla grabbed one of his boots and dragged him, chest facing the floor, towards the pool. Marc took in a lungful of dust, but he was too weak to cough. At the edge of the blood pool, she left him there like discarded trash.

    Drusilla sauntered casually to the altar, with a chalice and old codex atop. From Susanna’s vantage point, Marc realised the pages were made from animal skin—

    “Only if you consider humans to be animals…” Susanna said.

    After slipping to the right page, Drusilla recited something in an archaic form of Latin. The words had a poetic quality to them, but this creature was purposefully breaking the cadence… to make it more horrific?

    Someone stepped out from the shadows. The woman with bare feet, raven black hair, sunburnt skin, and… black eyes…

    Blonde vampire in a white ritualistic gown with fangs visible dragging a young lord who is bleeding from the neck towards a pool of blood. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene and clothing appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 368

    While he could not be sure, Marc assumed that Drusilla was goading them both. What she needed was a reason to end their lives… If we ruin her fun, she’ll cut me—

    Quick as a viper, Drusilla elongated her fangs and buried them into his neck to pierce the artery. Because of Susanna’s link, the euphoric pleasure he normally experienced did not materialise.

    “You were always going to die,” Susanna said.

    Still, his eyes dilated, and he sighed contentedly. At first, he felt fine, but a general sense of unease crept in from the back of his mind… Like being offered another piece of chocolate cake after growing sick of it…

    “You must be near death,” Susanna continued. “She wants me to think that she’ll drain you dry… but she has her orders…”His strength left him, causing his legs to wobble… I feel like I’m dying…

    Blonde vampire in a white ritualistic gown with fangs visible about to strike a young lord dressed in formal clothing. Located in a dark cave lit by torches, with a stone altar, and a large well filled with blood. Scene and clothing appropriate for the 16th Century France.

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