Omipotens Iram
Tabitha Kinkade pulled the great sword from its sheath slowly. In the moonlight, the gold leaf that adorned its ornate guard gleamed as she curled her fingers around the grip. She squinted, holding it out straight, and gazed at the glowing sigils that adorned the glistening white metal of the angelic blade.
It had been passed down to her from her ancestors, and to them from the angels who fashioned it in the Celestial Realm. On the day of it's forging it was called Omipotens Iram, but most only knew it as The Wrath Blade, and once again it had been called on to serve its wielder.
From a distance, Tabitha could hear her target's manacle screeching as it approached. The hooves of the destrier it rode pounded into the ground with such power that the very earth trembled.
As Tabitha took her position, she thought it would have been better to take higher ground, but there wasn't time, and so she poised herself directly in the creature's path.
Just as quickly as the red glow appeared at the crest of the dirt road above her, the Revenant burst through the fog with the power of a juggernaut.
With its sword held to it's side, the ghastly figure's eyes shown bright in the darkness. Its face was like stone, except for the lower jaw that moved mechanically as it screamed. The armor that adorned the skeletal corpse appeared to be heavy and confining, as its ornate engravings glistened with the crimson glow of the Revenant's eyes.
The powerful steed the monster rode, fixed its diabolical eyes on Tabitha. In the moment she could see globs of drool, slipping through the horse's gnashing fangs, dangling from its mouth. The beast, which had been raised on the bloody plains of the underworld and the rider that straddled it's back, smelled of brimstone and the rotting flesh of men. And the stench of it filled her nostrils as she squinted and held her ground.
Grinding the toe of her boot into the dirt, she quickly brought Omipotens Iram up, taking a high stance. Her deep blue eyes were dark and motionless as she watched the Revenant and the demon mount gallop towards her. The great blade she held burned bright, glowing with a holy light and from the dark skies above one could faintly hear the angels themselves raising the barritus, striking sword to shield as the Shadowhunter whispered a single word..."Come"
This is a little short based on my character Tabitha Kinkade, the Werewolf Hunter. I wrote it to introduce a little lore into the overall story and give Tabitha's sword a little background and history.
I'm hoping to get back into the main story soon, and continue this little tale, if not for any other reason, so that my kids will have something to remember me by someday. To the actors and artist that have already been cast, I'll be in touch.
Special recognition and thanks to my friend Levi Garrets for coming out not just once but three occasions to help me get this at least decent. What a good friend you are, babes. Thank you.♥
Omipotens Iram
Tabitha Kinkade pulled the great sword from its sheath slowly. In the moonlight, the gold leaf that adorned its ornate guard gleamed as she curled her fingers around the grip. She squinted, holding it out straight, and gazed at the glowing sigils that adorned the glistening white metal of the angelic blade.
It had been passed down to her from her ancestors, and to them from the angels who fashioned it in the Celestial Realm. On the day of it's forging it was called Omipotens Iram, but most only knew it as The Wrath Blade, and once again it had been called on to serve its wielder.
From a distance, Tabitha could hear her target's manacle screeching as it approached. The hooves of the destrier it rode pounded into the ground with such power that the very earth trembled.
As Tabitha took her position, she thought it would have been better to take higher ground, but there wasn't time, and so she poised herself directly in the creature's path.
Just as quickly as the red glow appeared at the crest of the dirt road above her, the Revenant burst through the fog with the power of a juggernaut.
With its sword held to it's side, the ghastly figure's eyes shown bright in the darkness. Its face was like stone, except for the lower jaw that moved mechanically as it screamed. The armor that adorned the skeletal corpse appeared to be heavy and confining, as its ornate engravings glistened with the crimson glow of the Revenant's eyes.
The powerful steed the monster rode, fixed its diabolical eyes on Tabitha. In the moment she could see globs of drool, slipping through the horse's gnashing fangs, dangling from its mouth. The beast, which had been raised on the bloody plains of the underworld and the rider that straddled it's back, smelled of brimstone and the rotting flesh of men. And the stench of it filled her nostrils as she squinted and held her ground.
Grinding the toe of her boot into the dirt, she quickly brought Omipotens Iram up, taking a high stance. Her deep blue eyes were dark and motionless as she watched the Revenant and the demon mount gallop towards her. The great blade she held burned bright, glowing with a holy light and from the dark skies above one could faintly hear the angels themselves raising the barritus, striking sword to shield as the Shadowhunter whispered a single word..."Come"
This is a little short based on my character Tabitha Kinkade, the Werewolf Hunter. I wrote it to introduce a little lore into the overall story and give Tabitha's sword a little background and history.
I'm hoping to get back into the main story soon, and continue this little tale, if not for any other reason, so that my kids will have something to remember me by someday. To the actors and artist that have already been cast, I'll be in touch.
Special recognition and thanks to my friend Levi Garrets for coming out not just once but three occasions to help me get this at least decent. What a good friend you are, babes. Thank you.♥