Xargon-Dragon

Force Commander Pallidus leapt from behind the boulder, frantically firing with his plasma pistol at the traitors. One's stomach exploded. A hellfire round from the Prometheus Command Land Raider had ripped through the cursed marine's body like it was a tissue paper. Pallidus landed a shot square in a damned one's chest; thick red blood spilled from the renegade marine's wound while he crashed to the ground. Pallidus was sure he could see twisted visages writhing in agony in the slick red fluid. The Prometheus fired again but this time at something yet unseen by Pallidus, when he heard the shell impact it was followed by a loud, inhuman scre

Shapes formed and faded, clouded and blew away, wings glided and sailed through the air. All to her song. The sky billowed and calmed, just through the movements of her delicate body. She was part of the sky, her hands shaped the clouds, her skirt rippled with the emotions of the air, her hair wreathed around clouds, giving them their fabled silver lining. She held a golden circlet in her hand, which reflected the humours of the ether, dazzlingly bright on long sunny summer afternoons, dulled and tarnished during winter storms. She was a wind dancer, a being of the sky. She was a wind dancer, and she danced on.

"Look at those skulls, aren't they strange?" "When we die we decompose. That is a fact." "But isn't it strange that skulls always look like they are smiling?" "What do you mean?" "Well, I just think that it's weird is all…" "You do notice the strangest things." The two of them continued along the hallway. That was their duty. To endlessly stalk the circles about the temple. Their circle was the circle of death, the level between the circle of life and the circle of light. Everyone loathed watching the circle of death, but somebody had to, it was the only circle that required two observers. "What was that?" asked the shorter of the tw