Thread: Endless War (Spyke LionxKayLove)

RE Endless War Spyke LionxKay The Great Forest of Floria. A place of many legends, secrets, adventures, and danger. Long ago, it is said that the goddess Floria, burning with the desire to protect her beloved amazonian city, created it to ensure their safety, its massive trees becoming an inescapable wall, trapping all those who wandered into the forest looking for the great city. Only those who have received permission from the amazons themselves are able to make their way there and back, but those have always been few in number. The dangers lurking inside are untold, which the exception of the strong female warriors who have named the hellish forest their home. Legends say that the power of Floria remains strong to this day, her strength and power materializing into the amazon women, making them one of the fiercest, most dangerous warriors to ever walk the land. Not that Haine really gave a damn. To him, it was just a forest. An annoying, huge forest. The trees, he noticed right away, were as massive as they say. With trunks thicker than the largest tower castle and with a height that looked as if they pierced the heavens. The gigantic branches were way too high up to reach and climb to, the few leaves that were falling were bigger than his head. The wind whistled through them, hardly shaking the branches way above, the sun only peaking out through the small gaps through the leaves. The roots of the trees were incredible in size as well, the surface ones acting as massive tunnels that curved in and out of the ground. The rest of the flora in the forest, although unique, did not match the size of the gargantuan trees. Bushes sprouted small berries that Haine had never seen before, their colors differing from what he was used to. Flowers that sprouted from the earth were wider, each of their pedals looking untouched from any insects or parasites, and they let out a soothing, sweet fragrance. There were thorn bushes littered here and there, their thorns shaped like small steel blades. Don't touch them. A older male voice called. They're sharp enough to cut right your skin given the chance, and some may even poison you. Frowning, Haine glanced up from his large black horse, spotting his guide and officer watching him from the front, his lips forming a small smile. Commander Cornelius Ortega . One of the most decorated soldiers in the kingdom. All his accomplishments and achievements would be hard to cover in a single book. In his younger days, he led the charge of his unit, out-witting and out-maneuvering enemies even when their numbers were far fewer. Now, he was more of a political diplomat, his words carrying weight all over the kingdom, even in the city of the amazons where he was also known. As far as Haine knew, Command Ortega was the only man in the kingdom who was permitted to enter the amazon city, and the only person who knew the way. But those thorns aside, don't you find this forest absolutely beautiful? Ortega asked, smiling widely, gently stroking his greying brown beard with his gauntlet. It has been too long since I've been here. The trees have taken my breath away once again! Ortega was dressed in his standard officers uniform, colored in ceremonial red and gold colors, his red cloak fluttering behind his shoulders. His trusted sword was hanging from his hip, his white horse trotting along the path wearing a delicately embroidered leather saddle. We've been here for far too long. Haine stated, his icy blue eyes glaring at the back of Ortega's head. I've been following you all day, but all I keep seeing are these large trees. Greatly contrasting from Ortega's bright, wonderfully crafted armor was Haine's dark plated, Black Knight armor. Unlike the smooth, shimmering metal that Ortega wore proudly over his body, Haine's was menacing and jagged, his large, muscular body making the armor look even more intimidating on him. His black cloak fell thickly behind him, along with his incredibly massive greatsword that stayed clipped onto his back with a metal piece, its huge blade taking up his back and reaching far off the side of his horse. He took his armored hand and gently brushed a small lock of his light brown hair from his eyes, the frown still hanging from his lips. Patience, Black Knight. Ortega smiled, dismissing Haine's annoyance. When I was your age, I was given the honor of having offspring with the amazons, and I'm sure the way hasn't changed. Reaching into his chestplate, Ortega brought out a small, jeweled amulet that was slung around his neck. I was given this in return. As long as I wear this, the way will be made clear to us and we should be able to get there safely. Floria's magic shouldn't hinder us. The amazon goddess... Haine grumbled to himself. If there is such a thing as a god. Cornelius chuckled, glancing back at the large warrior. You know, it is odd to see a man have a disinterest in meeting the amazons. You're exactly what they want you're strong, powerful, and an excellent warrior. It isn't often that the amazons find such a man. Even in my younger days, I wasn't quite like you. You're describing me as some sort of breeding stallion. Haine growled, eyes still boring in on Ortega. You should know that I don't like having to be a bargaining chip... I don't agree to this at all. But in order to win this war, we need this. Ortega shot back with his own frown. Among other things the amazons need, strong children and numbers are a priority for them. I don't care what happens when this war is over, but we need to win it first. Haine answered the commander with silence, finally ripping his gaze off the back of the older man's head. Anyways, we are almost there. Ortega added, smiling once more. Remember, we are here to make allies, not enemies. Many of the amazons, especially the younger ones, have never seen a man before. Don't say anything insulting, don't do anything threatening, and just stand there and do what I tell you. I'd like to go back home with my head intact, Black Knight. As they trotted further on, the wind slowed, the small music of the leaves fading. The sun grew dimmer and dimmer, the comfortable air getting sharply chillier. A feeling of danger crept up Haine's spine, and he calmly reached back to grasp the hilt of his greatsword. No, Haine. Ortega commanded, sensing Haine's growing bloodlust. Remember, we aren't being expected. It was either we find them.... or they find us.