Title: Shadow Hunter
Rating: NC17
Characters: Maul
Category: Unknown – violence, het-smut?
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Summary: Dark and dangerous medieval Europe, the
Destroyer of Worlds is lost in a world where only the strongest and most
ruthless survive.
*Note: The intro is killer to read when listening to
Pink Floyd's song Dogs of War on the Momentary Lapse of Reason CD*
Prologue
A dark rider
upon the back of a black destrier, the black hood of the rider bellows about
his head as it catches the wind. In slow motion, to the beating of a heart, the
stallion pounds its hooves upon the sodden earth. The sound of thunder fills
the air and a brilliant flash of lightning streaks across the darkened sky.
Fog flows
from the horse's flaring nostrils with each breath he takes. The path the dark
rider leads his steed upon is filled with danger and things of the unknown. But
his senses are far beyond – stretching out in every direction, searching for
any possible danger lurking somewhere in the darkness.
Trees flash
by in a blur. A deafening clap of thunder drowns out all sound as the destrier
races along the well-used path through the dark and foreboding forest
surrounding them on all sides.
The rider
draws his weapon, sensing his quick approach to danger, holding it out from his
side in his right black gloved hand.
The forest
begins to break up about him, and soon the dark sky can be seen through the
canopy of the forest. And then, everything falls away.
Standing
like a towering monolith, a massive black stoned castle set against the dark
viscous clouds of the sky. Spires reaching up toward the heavens like swords of
stone as if to pierce the sky, ever-darker forest surrounding its walls and
clinging plants climb up its sides as if drawn to the darkness the dark rider
can feel deep inside the bowels of the castle. There – there is where he will
find the means to return from where he had come.
But there is
something…something of the light – something that keeps his mind drifting from
his goal…something he must destroy in order to complete his mission.…
Suddenly there
is a scream in the night – like that of a great beast of his knowledge, a
rancor. It echoes off the valley walls and the black of the castle.
A sudden
chill in the air stings the rider's skin. He growls low, deep in his throat,
and reining in his steed, he sets the destrier into an all out race toward the
gates of the castle.
The air
hisses in his ears as the sweet musty scent of the forest fills his lungs. The
edge of his robe flies in the air behind him as he rises up from the saddle to
ease into the full gallop of his steed. He can hear the voices of the ancient
warriors of his Order chant and whisper to him through his gift – a power
unlike any other on this planet called Earth.
… Inside the castle, guarding what Maul seeks, a woman
of the light – the last surviving priestess of an ancient order, wielding vast
powers like Maul is able – the Force. She is the key to opening what Maul is
looking for.