[Center][color=red]"You're up sooner than I imagined. What stirs you?"[/color][/center]

[indent] His eyes curiously glanced the battered woman as he had finished his song. Leaning his huge frame against the tree, his idea had worked thus far. For the time being, he knew the pair were safe from external threats. The merciless bloodshed was nothing new to him, so he thought rather indifferently about it. His new companion on the other hand, may think otherwise. Suddenly, he had stumbled forward. He fell onto the wet grass, barely managing to push himself up onto all fours. As he looked up, a projection appeared before him, a clip of the past that seemed to be overpowering him. [/indent]



[center][color=red][h1]Recollections[/h1][/color][/center]

[indent] A small cabin with a great hearth burning in the center slowly faded into the scene. The sound of an axe splitting wood echoed through the house's open door. A bright morning upon a snow-covered valley somewhere in the frozen north. The scampering of small feet became louder and louder, until the image surfaced. A young girl attached to a larger man's leg. The man in question with the giant himself, all before the drastic changes to his frame. Setting down his axe, he ruffled the child's hair, glancing down at her. Barely six winters old with long auburn hair, and her mother's vibrant green eyes. The mantle of innocence, and his only daughter. [/indent]


[center][color=blue] "Daddy, I really like this new village! There's so many other kids to play with!"[/color][/center]


[center][color=red]"Is that so little cub? That's wonderful. Go find your mother, she was looking for you. She's probably inside yet.[/color][/center]

[indent] The child ran into the small cabin, only to re-emerge with her mother. A slender build, standing five-foot six, chestnut-brown long hair, with bright green eyes and a devastating smile. She calmly swayed over the man, who was about to continue his work, before she had gently tapped his shoulder, catching his attention.[/indent]

[center][color=green]"Our little cub wants to go fishing. She insists the both of us come. How could I say no?"[/color][/center]

[center][color=red]"Hahaha, I suppose I can take care of this wood later, and then our dinner is taken care of, no?"[/color][/center]

[indent] The markings of a happy, young family. The man, young and strong with a bright future set in what seemed like sturdy-stone for him and his kin. The trio had slowly faded into a calm breeze, which picked up snow from the trees, blurring the escape of the three. Upon revealing the world again, the deathly screams of combat of slaughter echoed upon the once calm air. The giant with sword in hand came dashing into the fray. The markings upon the invaders armor screamed of a vampiric invasion. He did not face much resistance on his sprint home, only to find the small cabin engulfed in flames, with the corpses of his child and wife laying upon the doorstep. Breathless, cold. The man was sent into a blood-rage, with the nearest vampire having noticed his presence and closing in. He did not make it to the man, who'd instead came to him quickly, tackling him and ramming the dagger he had hid in his left boot through the face of the vampiric man over and over and over again.  Dropping his own sword in favor of the longer sword the soldier had dropped, he tore his way through the village to the exit upon which he came in. Behind him lay nothing but corpses, that of his friends, his family, and those that took his life away from him. The enemy soldiers that stood in his way were naught but eviscerated. Internal organs torn out, pieces of the body caved in, skulls splattered under his boot. Blood and gore doting the scene like modest decoration. He ran into the wilderness, completely coated head to toe in blood. He fell to his knees in the snow some distance away, looking at the ring that set upon his finger. The rage had drained him, and the horror of what he'd seen had sent him into despair. He fell unconscious there.  [/indent]


[Center][H1]Present[/H1][/Center]

[Indent] The man rose a hand to his head, his heavy breathing only drowned out by the downpour around him. While the image faded, it's effect had not. He was writhing in an indescribable agony, before he finally was able to bring himself onto his knees, head hanging to the ground. Lightning illuminated the scene vividly, as if an attempt to amplify the man's sorrow. As the thunder rolled. he could do nothing more but weep. [/indent]

[center][color=red]"What more..?[/color][/center]