[[Warning intense gore ahead]]
"Hissssss" "huh" "huh" The cold hiss of air scratching through chilled teeth leaked from their mouths as the anger frothy up from the captain so selflessly fighting for his pepole and the rabid man that had come to destroy them. Quite poetic really, in the process of adventure one destroys the homes of others and slaughters their kin. A orc or goblin plundering the city of man is an atrocity and a full scale ware erupts to quell the 'infestation' so too do the goblin and orcs scream and cry for their loved ones as their village is decimated by the humans and so the cycle goes. an endless torrent of blood and war made to churn the roughest of coal scrap knights into hardened veterans killing machines of war. Iron shares iron and a clash of ironwood on the cold metal of the daggers rings accros the field. Breaking the stalemate at once great bellows of air fly out in a gale as their wepons and fists smash against one another. A heavy oppressive aura like a collapsing mountain tries to push back the rabid snarled and lashing of the unruly cacophony of scale and wing. like a razors edge leaving scratch marks in its furrowed wake, back and forth the scales tip as Donald's daggers coated in the silver sheen of fethers, a razor edge artfully slashing the face of the goblin captain. the bellows of an active city in full panic fade into the din of the background as the goblin captain lifts his Ironwood club toward the sky. Then, like a crash of Thunder that could split the mountain came down upon Donald. He brought forth his arms in an X in an attempt to resist the onslaught but the ethereal hue of feathers and scales could not withstand and busted apart like paper mache sending Donald tumbling through the air into the gard tower behind him.
The Goblin Captain slowly sauntered forth tired and battered to see if the vile man had finally been put to rest but it was not to be. Donald stood up amongst the rubble the sound of gnashing teeth and tearing was all that could be heard in the blanket of dust left in his wake. Awet squelch came from the darkened silhouette hunched over and shaking like a beast. When the smoke cleared the misty vistage of carnage surrounded Donald, his jaws crunched on the bones of the dead goblins his injury making his insatiable. countless ethereal heads floated about him as the whirlwind of ghastly feathers gave way to rocky scalled skin as his fingers tensed like a gunman ready to draw. with a flash he took the captain off guard as his teeth sunk deep into the sholder of the goblin the other misty jaws latching on and shaking him about like a ragdoll.
"Grat Cowward!! YOU HUMAN BEAST GARR COWARD!" with his final energy he strained against the holding his arms and legs slapping against Donald's tough skin to no avail. soon the life left its eyes as the goblin Captain was no more. the wisps of aura drifted from the fresh carcas of the goblin the putrid meat suddenly smelling divine as the wafts of energy reached his nose. He tore into its flesh as he greedily devoured even the bones, a blue fire burned in his stomach as his chaotic aura of webbed destruction strained to break free, like water on a grease fire it snapped and fissled growing denser before fading back out. "I really yoked this one up didn't I?" his dumb pun fell on deaf ears as he finished his meal the chaotic yells of mangled goblin speak rattled against his skull. how he would of loved to leave but alas he was surrounded and he was facing attack from all sides.
a rag tag formation of young goblins and scrappy adults wearing nothing but their linings ready to pounce upon him. in the distance he could see a fleeting party of women and children running for the hills. he did not give chase and simply stood like a predator stalking prey before a good mosal passed his view. Donald's thoughts became has as he lulled into a transe, dashing and twisting his body to and from off instinct like he was floating drifting from one creature to another. the blood pumped and the pain flew away. he simply brushed away the blows of the common goblin incomparable to the trained goblins he had just fought. He felt something meaty inside his mouth an arm or leg perhaps. It was of no matter he slaughtered and ate more than he could of possibly imagined. The screams echoed through the hills chilling the bones and sending any passing traveler's teeth into a chattering frenzy. Their claws scratched and scraped across his skin his clothes reduced to scatters but he persisted like a mad dog rabid and ferocious. Through mouthfuls of stinking goblin meat mixed with the cold gnashing and crunching of his teeth against their bones whispy words fell from his lips like a drunkard rambling of things long since passed." Ghar, gom not crachhhh,,, monster, grahh so what," the bones shattered between his teeth as he bit through a goblins neck, his jaws a an industrial shreader grinded his skin to paste." loser, deadbeat, worthless, trash, freak..." for a moment he paused looking up from the carnage, countless translucent white down feather quilts like trailing cloaks of wings spraled around him. caked in blood and grime a ugly paste of green mixing with the red of his own torn wounds dripping from gasped across his body. his clothes ripped apart, and his back riddled with arrows shaped and shattered from his violent thrashes. Donald's skin was tinged green like metal covered in ghastly scales." Abandoned and left for dead. they never cared just wanted to use me..." the food fell out of his mouth as his jaw a gaping beak lined with countless teeth hung open as he let out a wail of sorrow. A sirens scream as silvery tears ran down his face not even knowing where he was. at some point he had finished with the first set of goblins and gave chase to the fleeing woman and children Their garbled screams in foreign tounge. They acted all too human as they seemed to plead for their lives before having their guts ripped out and their limbs sent flying in all directions. The little ones yelped like newborn pups as their skulls were crushed their brains painting the grass a new shade of green. All the chaos around him faded to black as nothing was left alive, just a village decimated its buildings crushed and burning crakling with the song of fire dancing in the wind. It's inhabitants painted across the floor in a vistage of some ducked up tapestry of a massacre. Donald had fallen to his knees not quite there as his words flowed like blood from the depths of his washed up soul." Dispised, hated, a freak, crazy some psycho with ducks they said..." his words were shaky as they became softer like a airy cloud, " So what I tried... I tried to be good be kind and what did I receive?" his chest suddenly became tense as his voice became strained. " What Did I Get Huh...IS THIS HOW THE WORLD REPAYS KINDNESS?? to be an outcast disgraced and looked at like a VILE MONSTER!" His face contorted into a grimace as he began laughing like a maniac his cackling like cracking ribs. " So be it... if that's what they want..." He paused as he looked up at the sky, covered in stars like a blanket of night before his vision became dark." I'll be the monster of their story, the mad king who burned it all to ash, mabey then it will warm their cold dead hearts... would that satisfy you? you quaking excuse for a deity??"Backwards he fell into slumber among a mountain of half eaten corpses bloodied feathers drifting along the wind. as he drifted off final words parted from his lips" so be it, the monster I shall.If I tear It all down then it might just be the greatest kindness the world has ever seen..." His mad rage like the fire around him had simmered to embers and he slept at peace. The wails of the dead goblins echoing like a lullaby in his mind as he lied there to sleep like a corpse.