August Sonereal
September 7th, 2008, 05:33 AM
First note: The actual title is just The Eagle and the Wolf.
Second Note: I'm young, I've never really written something before like this (I'll learn, don't bite my head off just yet =P)
(Edit to add: I'm having fun with this. Here's a breif list of things I'm considering on having in this story. Mega tanks, Flying Aircraft Carriers, Flame Tanks, giving steroids to the Nazi Human Experimentation, and the "New Roman Empire")
Its midnight, and because of all the WW2 threads, I decided I'll make my own, but its a story I did in Word2003 (2007=expensive and not really taht remarkable. Ooooo, its got ribbons, its colorful, its like Mac, I could care less.). Techinally, this is just the first chapter or whatnot.
I've decided to put this in the ASB section simply because on how radically different the war is being fought. Germans have a new elite tank called the Eagle Tank, among other things.
Tell me how you guys like it, also, I'm listening to Black Sabbath's War Pigs right now as I began chapter two (I'm inspired by music when I write chapters, the first part of the chapter was written while listening to Lux Aterna. The end of this was written while listening to Apocalyspe Please by Muse. If there's enough intrest, I'll post chapter two. If not, I'll keep it for myself and maybe for a few people who seem really intrested.
Prologue (?)
The grey light of day only gave a slight hint to how miserable the day was going to be. German Maus Tanks rolled and roar through the town commons, lead by a monstrosity three-stories tall. They had already begun rounding up civilians and are putting them on trucks, taking them to somewhere.
Where? The end of the world? Some camp in a forest? Who knows, at this point, it doesn’t matter. None of the people will be seen again.
Some civilians attempted to fight back, but the Germans put them down with a hail of gunfire. A child caught in the crossfire is just casuality, part of the larger statistic.
The monstrosity walks hunched over, covered in silver fur. Its head is shaped like a wolf’s, with piercing yellow eyes and pearly white fangs.
It had claws longer than the turrets of the Maus Tanks, its arms almost drag on the ground as it walks, its claws creating a loud scraping sound that messed with the civilian’s minds.
It talked
“Hurry up! We have to move on to the next village before the sun goes down!”
The monster wolf voice was strongly human, with a very strong German accent. It moved humanly too, as when it gestured to the horizon to indicate the direction to the next village is.
“Sir, it will take a while,” replied a SS soldier.
“Damn, we really don’t need this right now, I’ll deal with this town, you guys continue on.”
“Are you sure?”
“Go!” it barked.
Soon, the Maus Tanks and SS men were gone, and only the Wolf remained. Raising its right arm in the air, it swiped at a small apartment building, sending vast amounts of concrete and furniture onto the street, and it fell immediately. Survivors tried to escape, but the monster shredded through them with its claws..
Turning his attention to a small house behind him, he opened his mouth wide and bellowed a black flame. The house was incinerated immediately, along with its occupants.
The monster raged though the town like this for the next hour, and then stopped, leaving an old church, an island in the center of the chaos. The monster opened its mouth once more, inhaling deeply, before bellowing a purple flame on the building. The stone literally popped under the immense heat.
The monster stopped, eyeing his masterwork. A town of once a population of 5,000 reduced to nothing. But then, his ears twitched. He looked to the sky and saw something that scared him.
Ten, maybe twenty, Allied Euroforce Fighters were flying in his direction. Before he could react, they opened fire with machine guns. He was on all fours immediately, covering a great distance in a short time. He needed a way out.
A fighter flew too low and the Wolf Monster leapt up and sliced it in half with its massive claws. In mid-air, he spun around several times, breathing more of the black flame. Several fighters were caught in the inferno, and were reduced to ash.
There were too many to take down. His only chance was to retreat back into the forest. On all fours again, he dashed to the forest a mile back.
It isn’t far now, but another sight caught his eye. Two planes were flying over the forest, and then they dived towards him. His first reaction was to attack them, but then he saw what they were.
Dive bombers, before he noticed, he was already in air. His black flame took out the first plane before it could release its payload, but the second plane’s bomb hit its mark. The bomb hit the beast in the gut, causing him to crash into the ground. He coughed, blood splattered the ground next to him.
The Allied Fighters were back, their machine guns ripped through him. He took one more breathe, and caught the second bomber as it tried to drop a second bomb. It always caught the wing of a fighter, which spun out of control and crashed into the ground a hundred yards away.
Fading out of conscious, he saw one more thing, a zeppelin? It was larger than any vehicle he’s ever seen. It was like a flying aircraft carrier. A great amount of steam was given off by the aircraft. Planes were flying off and onto it.
The Wolf coughed, a pool of blood covered the area around him, and there was a lot. The green grass tried to soak up the blood, but too no avail. He closed his eyes, and gave in.
Second Note: I'm young, I've never really written something before like this (I'll learn, don't bite my head off just yet =P)
(Edit to add: I'm having fun with this. Here's a breif list of things I'm considering on having in this story. Mega tanks, Flying Aircraft Carriers, Flame Tanks, giving steroids to the Nazi Human Experimentation, and the "New Roman Empire")
Its midnight, and because of all the WW2 threads, I decided I'll make my own, but its a story I did in Word2003 (2007=expensive and not really taht remarkable. Ooooo, its got ribbons, its colorful, its like Mac, I could care less.). Techinally, this is just the first chapter or whatnot.
I've decided to put this in the ASB section simply because on how radically different the war is being fought. Germans have a new elite tank called the Eagle Tank, among other things.
Tell me how you guys like it, also, I'm listening to Black Sabbath's War Pigs right now as I began chapter two (I'm inspired by music when I write chapters, the first part of the chapter was written while listening to Lux Aterna. The end of this was written while listening to Apocalyspe Please by Muse. If there's enough intrest, I'll post chapter two. If not, I'll keep it for myself and maybe for a few people who seem really intrested.
Prologue (?)
The grey light of day only gave a slight hint to how miserable the day was going to be. German Maus Tanks rolled and roar through the town commons, lead by a monstrosity three-stories tall. They had already begun rounding up civilians and are putting them on trucks, taking them to somewhere.
Where? The end of the world? Some camp in a forest? Who knows, at this point, it doesn’t matter. None of the people will be seen again.
Some civilians attempted to fight back, but the Germans put them down with a hail of gunfire. A child caught in the crossfire is just casuality, part of the larger statistic.
The monstrosity walks hunched over, covered in silver fur. Its head is shaped like a wolf’s, with piercing yellow eyes and pearly white fangs.
It had claws longer than the turrets of the Maus Tanks, its arms almost drag on the ground as it walks, its claws creating a loud scraping sound that messed with the civilian’s minds.
It talked
“Hurry up! We have to move on to the next village before the sun goes down!”
The monster wolf voice was strongly human, with a very strong German accent. It moved humanly too, as when it gestured to the horizon to indicate the direction to the next village is.
“Sir, it will take a while,” replied a SS soldier.
“Damn, we really don’t need this right now, I’ll deal with this town, you guys continue on.”
“Are you sure?”
“Go!” it barked.
Soon, the Maus Tanks and SS men were gone, and only the Wolf remained. Raising its right arm in the air, it swiped at a small apartment building, sending vast amounts of concrete and furniture onto the street, and it fell immediately. Survivors tried to escape, but the monster shredded through them with its claws..
Turning his attention to a small house behind him, he opened his mouth wide and bellowed a black flame. The house was incinerated immediately, along with its occupants.
The monster raged though the town like this for the next hour, and then stopped, leaving an old church, an island in the center of the chaos. The monster opened its mouth once more, inhaling deeply, before bellowing a purple flame on the building. The stone literally popped under the immense heat.
The monster stopped, eyeing his masterwork. A town of once a population of 5,000 reduced to nothing. But then, his ears twitched. He looked to the sky and saw something that scared him.
Ten, maybe twenty, Allied Euroforce Fighters were flying in his direction. Before he could react, they opened fire with machine guns. He was on all fours immediately, covering a great distance in a short time. He needed a way out.
A fighter flew too low and the Wolf Monster leapt up and sliced it in half with its massive claws. In mid-air, he spun around several times, breathing more of the black flame. Several fighters were caught in the inferno, and were reduced to ash.
There were too many to take down. His only chance was to retreat back into the forest. On all fours again, he dashed to the forest a mile back.
It isn’t far now, but another sight caught his eye. Two planes were flying over the forest, and then they dived towards him. His first reaction was to attack them, but then he saw what they were.
Dive bombers, before he noticed, he was already in air. His black flame took out the first plane before it could release its payload, but the second plane’s bomb hit its mark. The bomb hit the beast in the gut, causing him to crash into the ground. He coughed, blood splattered the ground next to him.
The Allied Fighters were back, their machine guns ripped through him. He took one more breathe, and caught the second bomber as it tried to drop a second bomb. It always caught the wing of a fighter, which spun out of control and crashed into the ground a hundred yards away.
Fading out of conscious, he saw one more thing, a zeppelin? It was larger than any vehicle he’s ever seen. It was like a flying aircraft carrier. A great amount of steam was given off by the aircraft. Planes were flying off and onto it.
The Wolf coughed, a pool of blood covered the area around him, and there was a lot. The green grass tried to soak up the blood, but too no avail. He closed his eyes, and gave in.