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| Lord DragonFlame | Jun 27 2008, 01:23 AM Post #16 |
Christmas is back again
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You keep impressing me with theese installements. You have just taken everything into so much detail and what could be any normal day in our lifes. It's an astounishing part once more, and i cant realy say more then. I be happy to see what you will come up with in the next round. B) |
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| Tux | Jul 5 2008, 12:30 AM Post #17 |
Donning the Outfit
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(I thank you, amigo, hee.) Hello again, back from the distraction that held me back ever so. Have come with a new installment and--hmm, best if I did not procrastinate now, heh. Enjoy the new installment, may be very short, but it should suffice for the meantime. Quiet Serenade {August 11; 3:42 PM} A peach-coloured sky illuminates the sunny afternoon, the clouds in disarray, and the red sun shone towards West. A big field, neighbor to a highway-leading road, filled with tall grass that bends gently from side-to-side, playful winds coming by and then gone. A lone orchard tree sits itself in the grass, acting as sanctuary to weary travelers, shielding from the harmful heat rays, should the days ever get hot. Underneath the tree lies a lazy figure, resting from a long travel that put his feet to steamy defeat. The figure is a male ferret: tan/brown furred, a chocolate-brown suit’s hat resting on the head, found in a white dress shirt and beige pants, with the brown shoes off, exposing white socks which he rests in the tall grass. The shoes are laid east of the ferret, and a dark brown suit top is laid neatly behind him, serving as a small pillow for his back. Humming as another playful wind whisks by, he opens his eyes, exposing yellow eyes to view the world in a more positive perspective. Smiling as he takes in a breath, he releases afterwards, reminiscing of the past memories etched within his mind. “Hmmm, I shure am glad all that them changes been made. Never woulda imagined if things had gone different, now. For the best, I suppose...” Shifting positions to lying on his left side, he finds more trees in the distance, the sky’s colouring blinding his vision slightly. He nods and turns on his right, staring down at the pavement road, the thick yellow and black lines painted carefully in the middle. “Mm, nothin’ new today, as usual. Just same ol’, same ol’. Sometimes, mo’ peaceful that way. Nevah ‘preciated the new things people got going on today. ‘There ought to be change’. ‘Life gon’ pass you by if you slow down’. ‘Best get movin’; opportunity gon’ knock once, and once only’. Heh, priceless.” A strange melody plays in a muffled state, causing the ferret to break from the distraction and check in to the matter. Digging into his right pant pocket, he pulls out a silver pocket watch, with a golden carnation flower embedded in the middle; pressing on the button above, he looks into the current time and closes it slowly. Nodding as he slips the watch back inside the pocket, he grabs his shoes and ties them on, rises from the ground, brushes his shirt and pants, fixes his hat and retrieves his coat top, hanging it loosely over his left shoulder. “As much as I love to stay, gots to get home, ‘fore the wife kills me,” he tells the lone tree, tipping the edge of his hat to it before heading east. He is heard humming a small tune as he heads for home, which is possibly no longer than two miles away. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jul 5 2008, 10:08 AM Post #18 |
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Heh! It didn't involve much action, but how you manage to add every moment of a relaxing character in the grass is just damn good. It ain't words to express what i feel about your work man. Just awesome. Want more. 
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| Tux | Jul 9 2008, 06:38 PM Post #19 |
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Donning the Outfit
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...And more you shall recieve-eth!!" *raises index finger high to the sky* Heh, got a new installment; this one, very different from the other Chronicle pieces I've written. Guess you could say this is more, realistic-wise, with hints of high-adrenaline forces at work. Simple characters, a man and a woman, both around their high 20s, human. The title will seem funny/weird to people and yes, crazy things do bring out good in stuff. NOTE: There will be Fourth-Wall breakage here. You've been warned, XD. Enjoys. 2ND NOTE: Filter filter'd two words. I underline them to indicate what the man ACTUALLY said: S-Word and A-Word. Than kous. O_O {July 7; 4:28 PM} {City Streets} In a city filled with hustling businesses around every corner, buildings so high that they nearly became one with the sky, numerous areas smothered with humans and anthros alike, as well as smog-ridden vehicles, this particular day is to be a special day for some random person. Off a street next to escalating homes, there is a male human, bald at the top, wearing a blue denim jacket with a white dress shirt underneath and some black jeans, along with jade/black shoes. He is seen running away madly in the direction he is going, racing past the great numbers of people in his way. Behind him, there is a female woman with long, red hair, clothed in a yellow/black/white striped blouse, small white shorts and black, short-heeled shoes. The chase continues toward an entrance of a large park, just before— (The entire scenery comes to a standstill; another double of the male is seen on-screen.) “Hold up!! Let me tell you ‘sup. See, you probably thinking that why, a good-lookin’ man like me, is running from a dame like her, right? Did you even, see, what the hell she has!? No!? Gahh…” (The male walks casually to the frozen woman, intentionally pointing to a large knife in her left hand and an angry look on her face. Male walks back to ‘his’ spot.) “Now, ya get it?? Swear, she a crazy dame…! …Huh? Why is she chasin’ me?” (Male delivers a palm to his face.) “Jesus...all right. Here’s how it all began…” {Yesterday; 2:43 AM} The male is seen in a local club, partying to his heart’s content. Drinks are served endlessly at the counter where the bartender stood; women went to dance with their friends on the dance floor, as well as few lucky guys they locked eyes with; the music, ear-pounding to the point where deafness is a possibility. Conversations were struck, laughter was followed and new friendships were made, along with beginning relationships. The male is drunk beyond recognition and proceeds homeward bound, taking a bundle of cash with him. The clothes that he wears (which are seen tomorrow) reeks of the drinks he had and drunkenly strolls his way out, along with another pair of eyes that catch him leaving just as they wander off somewhere else. {2:23 PM} Somehow, the male had found his way back to his home in one piece, with the cash shown heavily in his right pocket. He is seen lying on his bed, with the sheets thrown out of balance, sleeping on his stomach, drooling. A snore emitted from him before the door burst wide open (the door was already left open, thanks to his carelessness) , a woman with determination creeps in the apartment room, looking for something. The male still sleeps while the woman continues her search. What is she looking for, and why did she pick this particular place? Soon, she hears the snoring and tip-toes her way towards where the noise is coming from. She finds a battered door, slightly open and peeks inside, finding the male with a large bulge in his right pocket. Hey eyes widen, her upper lip moves, showing the top row of her teeth. She swings the door open and wakes up the male, still dazed as he turns to look at her. “Heey, lil’ early for that, don’t ya think??” he asks, following it with a small burp and chuckle. She immediately leaps on top of him, turns him around so that he lies on his back and yells: “Where’s the money!?” “Ooh, not so loud,” he answers, shutting his eyes from the sudden yell; a stinging force is felt on his left cheek and jerks back, waking up. “Where’s? The money!” she yells again, balling her fists, ready to strike again. Surprised and confused, the male leaps out of his bed and stands drunkenly to look at her: “What, money, baby?” She lurches left arm around his neck and punches him in the stomach, nearly causing the male to puke. With little strength returning, the man shoves the woman away, causing her to crash and fall on top of his bed. Nearly fully awakened, he looks to the right, grabs his keys and heads out of his room, taking off for no apparent reason. He just, felt, like running. The woman recovers and heads straight into the kitchen, pulling drawers out and finding a large knife (to her liking, eek) in the second-to-last; she proceeds outward, chasing after the male. The male is seen hopping down the staircases; the female is seen near an elevator, pressing the “DOWN” button madly, until the doors open and she steps in, pushing for the first floor. The male makes it to the first floor and stops to rest at the very first stair. “What in the hell is her problem!?” he thinks to himself, panting, hanging his head down for a quick moment. A small ting is heard and he looks to the elevator doors opening, with the woman, equipped with a knife, jumping out and finding him resting on one the staircases. “Aw, crap!!” he yells, taking off towards the entrance of the building with her right behind him. He finds that today is another busy day, with many people coming out and going into work which meant only one thing to him: “If I don’t get past these people quick enough, my arse is dead!!” He looks back, finds the woman charging and dashes against the people-infested streets. Shoving people out of the way while panting at the same time, he hopes to use most of the people as obstacles to slow her down; he could still hear her shoes clicking as many of the people threw obscenities, completely ignoring that a woman is holding a knife, chasing someone down. Leaping over benches, swinging off of bars struck into the ground and rolling off of the people that stood in his way, he just could not shake her off his trail. He even took three subway stations in hopes of losing her. The third station worked, until he sneezed among the common crowd of people underground, giving his position away. And so, the chase continues for another hour or so, time shaving its minutes and seconds of the life spans that beat around it… {Now} “…and that’s it. Now if you’ll excuse me, still need to get away from this psycho **Bleep**.” (The male takes his position to where he originally was, before stopping everything, and prepares to run.) “Cue chase scene!!!” (Everything returns to normal and the chase still continues, the two disappearing into the large park…) Edited by Tux, Jul 9 2008, 06:40 PM.
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jul 10 2008, 01:24 PM Post #20 |
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Well i don't know how you manage. But almost every time i read your role playing or fan fictions you make me laugh like hell.  I feel both a shamed though that you ain't given more comment's man. You deserve it. Anyway, good work on this so called scenery again. Can't wait to see more from you man. 
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| Tux | Jul 27 2008, 12:30 AM Post #21 |
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Donning the Outfit
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Arghs, XD. Thanks again, mangs. New installment from me after long thinking. I should have made it more detailed, but meh, brain can't take much more of a beating now so I did what I could. This features my gun slinging husky, Boris, and a random gun slinging human rival, set inside a cathedral. Please enjoy and feel free to critque so that I will improve on my technique. Assistance is greatly appreciated. Capsule Form Whoosh! went the double-doors as they flew inward inside of a cathedral dedicated to the one of the eight saints of this world; a female with ravishing flame-red hair and a long white robe cast from the lone right shoulder sleeve to the tips of her toes. Her portrait lies untouched, untainted by anyone, hung above the ceiling as a constant watchwoman. Entering the cathedral is a black/dark-red furred, male Siberian husky, bearing a light-gray tactical vest and standard camouflage pants, a hunter-green beret sitting atop his head and a gray belt to hold his firearms which lay beside him in both sides. In his right hand lies a Kimber Rimfire Super pistol, with a small engraving of a wild fireball, scorching its way to the left; beside his sides lays two customized pitch-black submachine guns (with increased clip size) and to his back lays his crème de la crème: the M1870 Berdan II rifle. They all lay, in hopes of satisfying the user to their content. Cautiously, the husky proceeds further into the cathedral, noting down the walls beside them, measuring how thick they were, how slick the ground is, the few numbers of polished wooden benches. Silver, no doubt, became the primary color of this holy sanctuary, yet there were hints of bronze, grey, green and gold. The husky’s brown eyes survey the area, just reaching the center of the cathedral; he stops to look around, finding out that the cathedral is, in fact, colossal in size. “Um, where is trouble??” asks the confused canine as he scratches his furry head with the left hand, sliding it behind his head. Doubt replaced the tension that filled his body and wondered if he had been tricked into coming here. Sighing as to nearly give up, he stares upward to the tall ceiling and notices the picture of the female saint; sliding his pistol to the right side of the belt, he grabs his beret and holds it against his chest, losing his concentration to the woman above. His blackened boots stomp on the ground below as he makes his way towards a bench to rest, from being worked up for nothing. Gently, he sits on a bench, engraved with a number “3” on the sides, shifting into a more comfortable position as he sighs in relief. “Not my day,” grunts the canine as he shakes his head from side-to-side in disappointment, now looking to the ground, staring at a dim reflection of himself. Scoffing at the reflection, he brings his head up sharply, his ears listening in to a sound of a cough. Without hesitation, he retrieves his pistol and aims straight-forward, nothing in his path. Anxiety now seeped inside the husky, wondering if this is his imagination. Over…heeereee…. His eyes shot to the right, hugging against the wall for safety reasons. Approaching the corner end, he takes a small peek to an old, wooden door with the classic round ring as the knob. He brings his head back to think and looks back to the door; it knocks twice. Putting him at unease, he brings his head back once more and comes face-to-face with an unknown poltergeist, giving him the “scary treatment”. Surprised, he unleashes two bullets at the ghostly figure, colliding to the wall on the left, nearly knocking down some candles. Recollecting himself, he arches out of the corner and tiptoes his way to the door to the right. Over heeere. That’s it…. Clenching his left fist in anger and fear, he grips the pistol firmly and proceeds, not knowing that another firearm is set behind that door he is to open… Gotcha. Boris heard the small voice and immediately rolled to the left, a shotgun blast tearing away a large, wide hole through the wooden door. A pale face can be seen inside; a male human with crimson eyes and a green Mohawk. The human kicks the door open and reveal his appearance as he wears a green leather jacket with a dark-brown undershirt and flame-red pants, wearing yellow/black shoes for comfort. Atop his right shoulder sits a sawn-off shotgun, a picture of a heart pierced by a cold blade emblazoned on the butt of the weapon. Boris growls and immediately pistol whips the human to the back of the head; taking damage, the human rolls forward and aims backward, letting two shells rocket to their prey. Boris just dodges by lying on the ground, firing his pistol to the human who then rises and runs to the corridor to the left. The human laughs maniacally as he heads to the wooden door in the left corridor, Boris behind as he too enters through the door. Before entering the room fully, he receives a butt to the head from the sawn-off, knocked back a few centimeters before flying mid-air with an uppercut. Boris lands on his back and the sawn-off is planted on his face, the human boasting: “Come now, a mutt like you can do better.” Clicking once more, the human gives a kick to the husky’s right butt cheek; in reaction to the kick, he aims the pistol to the human’s left shoulder and fires, a bullet sent through the flesh, knocking the human back. Boris climbs to his feet and runs to the center of the cathedral and ends up with a skidded shotgun blast to the left shoulder. Trying to nurse himself from the stinging, he lies at the wall behind him, keeping his pistol ready in the right hand. The human then comes leaping from the corner, releasing shell after shell against the sitting canine, which then proceeds to rolling towards the benches for cover. Missing Boris’ feet, the shells collide with the small pillars holding jar, shattering into pieces as they fall to the cold ground below. Aiming his pistol to the deranged human, he pulls the trigger and a small click emerges, the human focusing to where the noise came from, firing more shots to the benches. “C’mon out, ya damn canine!! Fight like a real man!!” More shots followed; the husky exhales and climbs to his feet, throwing the pistol to the human’s head, making perfect contact to his nose. “What the hell?!” he cries out, Boris reaching quickly for his SMG’s and firing first before the human would. The human rolls to the left and comes back with more shots from the sawn-off. The two continue the gun slinging game of cat-and-mouse until a certain shot aims to an edge of the ceiling portrait above. The two stand, aiming rifle-to-rifle, the husky’s SMG’s to the ground beside him, to their heads. They hear the crackling of the portrait and look upward, yelling as the entire artwork shatters to pieces. Rolling in opposite directions as each piece drop to the ground, a blinding light is shown above, Her voice emitting from it. Those who disturb the sanctity of this holy sanctuary will be punished. A violent rumbling occurs as the entire center of the cathedral begins to crumble. Rubble by rubble, large pieces of stone descend, putting the two in a state of panic. Immediately, the human dashes past Boris and heads for the door, stumbling his way out of the falling cathedral. Boris does the same, after retrieving his SMG’s, and heads to the exit, breathing at ease. He finds the human in a jeep, the horn blaring as he shouts: “Next time, mutt!! Hahahaha!!!” The human screeches off to the horizon, a heavy trail of smoke following right behind it. The husky tilts his head to the right and continues running as another violent rumble occurs. Nearby, he locates a motorcycle, coated in red and black and hops aboard, taking the keys out of his left pocket and inserting into the ignition. Throttling, he drives his way out of the area before further chaos commences. “I need, good rest, good drink, good…something,” complains the husky as he leaves the premises, tired and hungry. Edited by Tux, Jul 27 2008, 12:31 AM.
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jul 27 2008, 03:17 AM Post #22 |
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You should be ashamed. Firearms in a cathedral will of course temper the gods. Anyway good action from the beginning to it's end. I am surprised no one got killed though.
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| Tux | Aug 19 2008, 08:42 PM Post #23 |
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Donning the Outfit
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Crazy, innit? Man, has it been a long while, but I'm up with two new stories. Yes, today'll be a Double Feature! One will introduce Avery Raccoon and the other a spy story. Ooh, the excitement is tingling. Enjoy peoples. Ring-Tailed Legend Inside of a small azure home, just planted in the high mountain town of Green Acres, lives a young raccoon teenager who hopes to help the world see in another view through his talents as a poet. A small kitchen is seen, painted in beige, the sink half-full with dirty dishes and pots. Past that lays three other rooms set in left-to-right: master bedroom, bathroom, and a storage closet filled of useless junk and other necessities. Inside of the master bedroom is where the raccoon teenager currently is at, into his thinking phase. The room is dark, the blinds on the large window set above his bed is closed at the time. From the center of his bed, to the left lies his closet, full of clothes that suit the male’s style and personality; to the right is a large cabinet with pictures of him and various people, hanging out, having the time of their lives. There are two people constantly on each of the pictures, a male coyote, deemed to be the best friend, and a female vixen, deemed the good friend. With few rays of sun beaming through the window’s defenses, ahead of the bed is a wide table and the raccoon, sitting on a black rotary chair, resting his head on his right palm that rest on the table. His brown fur can be seen, along with a black tank top and baggy, blue jeans. His green eyes half-asleep for not much action, suddenly he brings his hands up to rub his eyes, inhaling. Smacking his lips, he pulls a drawer open and looks inside to find a No. 2 pencil and about six sheets of clean white paper. Taking one sheet and the pencil, the raccoon decides to write down whatever came to mind. He turns on a small lamp beside him for better viewing. I once knew a man Who had formed a band. In life, he had time Given by the silent mime. He practiced hour after hour Anyone dared to challenge; devoured. The greatest cat in history Forever will remain a mystery Until that one very day That Fate came to play. A young boy, full of folly The day for him, quite jolly. He saw the musician and glared Struck by skill, rountines teared. Wondering how the man acquired such skill He asks Him the question: “How’d you get to play so cool?” This to friends, indeed he would mention. “Years of practice”, he answers This puzzles me For how could this man play masterly At the age of twenty-three? “You look really old”, I tell him. “Not as old as you think,” he replies. He began to pack up and leave Leaving me to go for tries. “Teach me,” I yell, running to him. “When you’re older, seek me out. When you got the skills And ready for a bout!” In that instant he left Never saw after that So now I play to best him To swing the bat At age eleven. A voice came from outside, beckoning for the raccoon to come out of the house. “Oi, Avery! C’mon out man! You’ll never believe what’s happening!!” Quickly, he drops the pencil near the lamp, opens the closet door and throws on a huge, thick white jacket, slips on white socks and shoes and head for the door. The light shines on the words written on the lonely sheet, until he realized he left the light on. Running back, he yells, “Give me a minute!!” He shuts off the light and heads outside, wondering what the surprise could be. Espionage (WARNING: Contains adult language) {March 4; 1:17 AM} “HasteTech Industries: a corporation that specializes in manufacturing high-performance chips, models, systems, the works in technology. Apparently, they have made more than $1.8 billion in the past year. In addition to that, reports say that there is something else that is helping them to reach to the top. Drug ring? Negotiations? Hidden weaponry codes inside of the technology? We do not know.” {Meeting} A long table with seventeen people beside each corner and side are found, debating about the problem previously mentioned. No one has decided who to deploy for such a critical mission. “Goddamn it, do you know what will happen if it turns out the reports are wrong!!” a male orange-furred fox, wearing a brown business suit attire, a red tie tucked in front of the white undershirt, shouts. “And what if they are right? We cannot sit here and do nothing about it!! The economy is at stake here!!” a female white-furred tigress responds to the fox, clothed in a gray business dress and gold pin to her bosom, exposing the lower portion of her thighs all the way down. “Hah!! It was one of your operatives that accused the company for illegal smuggling in the first place!! Why should we believe if your reports are right!!” a male green-furred parrot, clothed in a yellow business suit attire and green tie, squawks in response to the tigress, slamming his feathery fists to the table’s body. “A relative of mine received faulty parts from them! Installed them the next day, only to find the computer crashing! They’re up to something!!” the tigress retaliates, the debate only getting worse as the shouts fly back and forth. “…Enough,” says a rising grizzly bear, clothed in a black business suit attire, his right hand held high. “All of this talking is doing nothing to solve the problem. So, I propose to send Agent Lilac on this mission.” The boardroom fell under silence. “…You’re kidding, right?” mentioned a male Dalmatian, dressed in a bright blue business suit attire and a red tie. “I do not know what gave you the idea of sending her to HasteTech, but she isn’t qualified.” “Say what you will. She shows promise, more than the other operatives and few of the elites.” “She’s a human. You can never tell what a human can be up to these days.” “Being prejudiced against humankind?” asked the grizzly to the spotted canine. “I’m just saying,” the Dalmatian continues, holding his hands in mid-air, “send someone who went make us look bad. Please, sir.” “…My mind has been made up.” Everyone remains quiet. “The others will have made it far within HasteTech, but will have suffered imprisonment. They do not have complete silence, like she, and the rest of our elites.” “But she is reckless to a fault. How could we have taken in such a person?” the fox complains. “So are the others, but she knows when not to be. They could learn from her. This meeting is adjourned.” The grizzly bear sets off into the other room, while the others become frustrated with the choice to send Agent Lilac in action. Sitting down in his office, he looks to the drawer, pulls it open and retrieves an earpiece to attach to the left ear. “Is the infiltration complete?” {Rooftop of HasteTech Industries} Beside a ventilation post lays a sleek figure coated in jet-black. To the waist are tools necessary for the mission, a flick of blonde hair is visible from the right portion of the mask, a pair of honey eyes viewable. The figure raises its hand to the left ear and calls to the earpiece: “Infiltration in progress. I’m on the rooftop.” “Good. Godspeed, Agent Lilac. Do not disappoint me.” (Play this at beginning mark or 2:07. Whichever you feel is more setting for the mood.) “Mmm, I won’t, you hunk of a man.” Judging by the tone, it is female; soon, the sleek female unscrews the filter and slides inside the building via the shafts. Reaching the bottom, she looks for an appropriate spot to begin the job. She finds a vent leading to one of the sub hallways, perfect for a start with few guards in the way. Positioning herself properly, she reaches for the right side of her waist, retrieves a pistol with a clip of 18, 3 extra clips held in a small leathery pack and some first aid, for those certain moments. Looking down, a pair of badger guards come their way with rifles. She then waits until they are just underneath the shadow, then kicks down on this filter and throws her body weight downward, knocking the two out quickly. Calculating the fall’s height and her weight, they will wake no longer than six minutes. Immediately, she proceeds westward and encounters a lowly guard, next to the alarm system. The two match eyes and stare at the pull level. The guard flies for the level, while the agent pulls the trigger, the sound echoing off the walls, but the bullet drilling through the guard’s chest, killing him. She sighs as it was too close and reaches in her pack to install a silencer on the pistol. Groaning is heard behind her and she turns around to find the guard reaching wearily for the level and pulls. She shoots the arm, but it was too late, the alarm system goes off and everyone is alerted. “Goddamn it,” she mutters to herself, listening in to her earpiece, running north. “Agent K. I’ve been spotted. Repeat, I’ve been spotted.” “To think you would fall prey to them, is quite humorous,” the bear replies through the earpiece. “Now isn’t the time,” she answers, gunfire heard through the earpiece, “which way to supply or one of their offices that holds plans?” “Give me a moment,” K replies, Lilac recovering behind a corner wall, hearing fourteen rifle shots. On the fifteenth, she reaches in her pack and pulls out a small bag, placing it over her silencer; she then extends it and finds a hole through it. Rolling to her right, she fires two shots to the chest and stomach area, paralyzing before death set in. Recovering balance, she calls to her earpiece. “What’s taking so long, K?” an annoyed tone comes from her as she hits an intersection. “Take the path east from you, than head straight down and make a left. You’ll find their Shipping and Receiving down there.” “Thanks,” she acknowledges, making her way to S&R. Her black suit makes it difficult to traverse through the white walls and red siren lights going off, but her agility makes it up for her. Soon, she reaches S&R, retrieves a small camera and kicks the door down. A railing is found, along with a rifle-holding guard that fires without hesitation. Luckily, she ducks and punches the guard in the stomach, before receiving an elbow to her back. Kneeling, the guard attempts for a rising knee, but Lilac catches it in time and hurls him off the railing, looking downward to find illegal smuggling taking place. “Hoo-hooo boy! Look at what we’ve got here!” With the camera in one hand and her pistol in the other, she makes a valiant dash along the railing, snapping photos of current events. Wave after wave of guards came pouring in to her location and she was done to her final clip, eight bullets already fired. Slipping the camera away, she finds a breakable window ahead and attempts to escape. Two bullets pierce through the edges of her mask, tearing it off and falling to the ground below. Her face was revealed; peach-coloured tone with striking blonde hair and her honey eyes looking back at the guards, some stunned and some just ready to kill on sight. “Love to stay longer, but you know how things go,” she tells them as she crashes through the window, a barrage of bullets chasing after her. Slipping her pistol away after removing her arms from her face for protection, she takes out a slider cloth and holds it with both hands as she is airborne. It catches on a set wire and begins to slide downward to a moving helicopter. More gunfire commences, attempting to knock her off, but she flies inside of the helicopter, urging the pilot to “haul arse”. Taking off, she hears voices from the window: “Damn, we missed.” “Did it ever occur, to any of you retards, to shoot off the **Bleep**ing wire!?” …and laughs. “K, mission’s a success,” she calls over to her earpiece. “Ah, wonderful, Lilac. It’ll give me a better reason to gloat to those lowly **Bleep**s.” “Hm, don’t think of me as your lucky charm now,” she responds in a jokingly way. “Heh, I won’t. K out.” The helicopter flies off in the distance and the woman in black is to be seen no more. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Aug 21 2008, 12:42 AM Post #24 |
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Christmas is back again
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Great instalments once more. The poet and then the devious spy. How you explained her actions and guards actions in such a short time is impressive. And about the poetry, sounded quite the masterpiece. Anyway, good work my friend. Will be waiting for more crazy chronicles in all different of ways i suppose. 
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| Tux | Sep 1 2008, 10:35 AM Post #25 |
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Donning the Outfit
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LET'S DO DIS, DEN, XD. New installment. This one's going to get real bloody, so if you don't like the sight of teeth piercing through warm fur/flesh, I suggest you avert your eyes now. (This starts immediately as you begin reading.) Wrath of Berserker Bang! Bang! Bang! went the poorly cracked, bronze-stone walls of a lower mining site, said to be near the earth’s core. Within a few seconds, it crumbles entirely, spitting a couple to a wide, circular platform below, surrounded by liquid, hot magma below. A male cheetah with a small, orange ponytail, olive vest, baggy tan shorts and black/white sneakers lies beside a female cheetah, dressed in a dirty red blouse, blue jeans, short-heeled black shoes, her flowing orchid hair scattered about from the fall. The male helps the female to her feet and the two look towards the open hole, a bloody, black-scaled claw appearing, following after it the face of a deranged komodo dragon, the right eye completely torn from its socket. It growls, along with two other deranged reptiles behind it: a green-scaled raptor and a gold-scaled lizard, all clothed in badly torn blackened rags. Snarling, they each leap from the hole and land on the platform, glaring their hungry eyes to both fatigued felines. Immediately, the three charge and the two cheetahs prepare for combat. The komodo dragon lashes a diagonal slash for the male cheetah’s right side, which he dodges and executes a quick elbow to the komodo’s head, knocking it back slightly. The raptor and lizard leap insanely for the female cheetah; she acts quickly and precisely by rolling forward as the two fly above her, skidding to a halt and rushing towards her once more. “Anna!!” screams the male cheetah to warn her, horror in her eyes as she does the same for him. “John!! Behind you!!” It was too late; the komodo acts swiftly and chomps on John’s right shoulder, the teeth piercing the fur and muscle tissue. Shouting in agony, John raises his left arm weakly and elbows the komodo in the stomach and head portions, but to his failure, the komodo still keeps its grip on the male cheetah’s shoulder. Furious as she watches him fend off the komodo, she leaps upward, forces herself backwards and extends one of her shoes forward, heel first, into the empty socket of the komodo, roaring furiously as the blow connected, releasing its teeth from John’s shoulders. He places his left hand over the open wound, which bleeds crazily, and eyes the raptor and lizard, while Anna fends off the komodo, weakened slightly from the vicious blow. A surge of hatred welds within him and charges after the deranged reptilian duo, dealing a vicious drop kick to both of the two, knocking them back greatly. The reptilian duo scrambles to their clawed feet and charge once more, their mouths gaping with saliva and hot breath. As John climbs to his feet, he finds that Anna has been grabbed by the komodo and is hurled to the western section of the platform, slipping off the edge and holding on for her life. “Aahh!!” she screams in fear, her upper strength beginning to fail as the heat from below seeps inside her. Ignoring the offensive tactic, John immediately rushes to Anna’s aid and pours all of his strength to his legs, his heart thumping repeatedly with each step. Just as he reaches her location near the edge, he is tackles by both reptiles and struggles to fend them off, receiving bites and slashes to the forearm and shoulder areas. The komodo charges for Anna, claws fully extended, and prepares to send her to her death; luckily for her, she heard its every step, waited for the right moment and quickly snatches its right foot with her left hand, pulling as strong as she could, the komodo falling to the magma. Quickly, she snatches for the edge and continues to hold on, feeling heavier than usual. Looking down to check the problem, she finds the komodo clawing at her calves to escape the fiery death below. Her screams add intensity to the pinned-down John. With a mighty roar that echoed off the chasm around the five, he shoves both the lizard and raptor off them, executes a strong hook to their necks and boots them away, buying himself time to save Anna before it was too late. Sliding on his rear, gliding across the platform, he shifts his body so his head would be ahead and extends an arm to grabs for Anna’s hand. She looks down and starts kicking the komodo to relive herself of the extra weight, yet the komodo would not give up easily and instead bit into her left leg, her shouts penetrating John’s eardrums as he frantically tries to pull her up. Wincing, Anna looks to the komodo carefully and finds that its eye socket is exposed once more, on the verge of tearing a hole through it from last time she struck it. Lifting her right leg carefully, grinding her teeth as the komodo’s teeth pierced her leg, she kicks at its chin, right face cheek and finally through its eye socket. The komodo roars as it releases itself from Anna’s leg, plunging into the magma below, her shoe accompanying it. John pulls the wounded Anna up and the two rest for a short time before rising to their feet and finding the reptilian duo after them again. Madly furious, John bares his fangs and charges for the raptor, the two engaging in a perilous deadlock, snapping fangs at each other, snarling. Anna, with her wounded leg, watches the lizard’s movements and prepares to throw it off the chasm to join its brethren. As the lizard brings its left claw back, Anna steps forward, crouches, and grabs at its midsection, using whatever strength she could muster and throws it overhead towards the edge of the western portion of the platform, slashing at her left shoulder area as it plummets. Quickly, it grabs to the edge and begins to pull itself up, yet she takes action, removes her other shoe and hacks the heel portion of the shoe to the lizard’s head, trying to knock it off. It slashes at her left ankle, dealing more damage to her left leg; stumbling back with her teeth grinding, her right arm gathers quick strength, takes hold of the shoe and strikes downward, piercing through the lizard’s skull. There it began to give up some strength and it too plummeted to death along with the komodo. Falling down to rest after dealing with the lizard, Anna pants heavily and tends to her leg, ripping off pieces of her jeans and wrapping around the open areas. With John and the raptor still in the deadlock, the raptor lunges for a bite to the open shoulder wound; John dodges it by leaning back and twists the right arm. With an immense amount of strength surging through him, John pushes the raptor back, still holding on to it, and bites for its right shoulder, the fangs not sharp enough to pierce the scales. Using its foot claws to tear at his shorts, John manages to pierce through the scaly defense, grabs a mouthful and pulls back a small scale from the raptor, its cries satisfying the cheetah. Spitting out the scale, he drives his fangs inside of the tissue of the raptor and bites down hard, the raptor losing the deadlock and stumbling back. Unsheathing his own claws, John drives them into the open wound, pulls it out, strikes the raptor’s chest via palm strike, kicks the raptor’s stomach area and gives a fatal boot to its face, colliding with the nose portion, sending the bone through the tip of its brain. Ceasing in its actions, the raptor falls backward and remains motionless, leaving both cheetahs to recover lost strength slowly. Anna brings herself towards John and clings to his battered body, the two staring at the unconscious raptor, its gaping mouth, somehow, putting their minds at ease. The two pant heavily, looking to each other, then at the hole above... (Heh, you notice that little cliffhanger there, huh? Reason for that is that I'm giving two separate endings for this tale. If you want the Good, Bad, or both, just PM me or comment here for them. Thanks and adios.) |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Sep 1 2008, 11:20 AM Post #26 |
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Christmas is back again
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I can't add any words that could satisfy your demands on this epic piece of art transformed with cunning of words accelerating my mood as it's fist clenching me to continue reading. Brutality in it's own good purpose since your always seem to manage keep the most craziness of an iffy controlling each character with great multitude of attempts bringing death to aether side. All is well. Awesome installment again. And if you won't mind. Like to see both endings.
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| Tux | Sep 20 2008, 07:08 PM Post #27 |
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Donning the Outfit
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Dammit, another late reply, but meh, something new is here at last, heh. This features Thorn and a demon he meets for the first time, later in the years, becoming an ally to him. Of course, first impressions are important, right? Right? Anyway, watch Thorn to see what happens to him. After the demon begins to disrobe itself from the cloak, immediately start playing this. Enjoy this hellish installment. [/evil laughter] Showdown from Below/Demon's Eye {Hell, Time and Date Unknown} “…Whoa,” a male slurs as he opens his eyes to find darkened colors around him. His vision blurry and head throbbing, the male tries to stand up but fall shortly after. “Gah, damn it,” he winces as he tries again, this time succeeding. Staggering once standing fully, his vision records violent fire roaring upwards, jagged stalagmites worn from centuries of heat decay, the stench of rotting corpses tingling in the atmosphere; the heart would also explain the sweat watering down the human’s head, weak from the heat. Immediately, he unbuttons his black jacket and exposes a white muscle shirt, already stained from the perspiration. His ¾ navy shorts, held together by a black leather belt, flow by the steady, warm breeze blowing against him, his tiny white socks tucked inside charcoal/green shoes. “Where…? Where am I?” he finally spits out, looking below to find a wide, brown stone platform. Looking upward, he finds another figure, a rather taller figure. “Hey. Hey, you don’t know where we’re at?” The figure turns around and reveals its identity: it wears a large tan cloak on its body but the face reveals itself as a face of a demon. Instinctively, the human steps back in shock, gulping. “Good evening, child of the Thorn bloodline.” The demon’s voice, incredibly heavy, puts the meeker human in surprise by its tone. “Uhh…hey. Look, I’m not looking for any bones to pick, I just want ta—“ Before he could have a chance to speak, the demon advances towards Thorn, who is seen taking another step back as the demon comes closer. “Ah. What a privilege to meet a man of your caliber.” Already two feet away from Thorn, he responds weakly: “…Thank…ss?” “It will also be a privilege to test your strength in combat.” A wily grin spreads across the demon’s face, creeping the human out. “…I-I’m sorry?” he responds, the sweat levels increasing to the point where his muscle shirt is drenched in fear. “Of course, if you do lose and disappoint me, then you’ll be an excellent addition of the souls I’ve taken.” The demon clenches both claws and chuckles at the thought of adding this omnipotent soul to its collection. Thorn does the same and stands his ground, taking a few steps back to gain distance. “Listen, dammit! I’m not letting some demon, claim my soul to use for your own liking! I’m getting out of this hellhole, one way or another!” “Perhaps, a little wager?” Thorn stops to listen; he knew that the demon will be lying, but if it will benefit him, then no other choice was to be made. “If you win, I’ll help you back to your little world in between.” “Sounds reasonable. If you win?” Thorn asks, failing to hear about what would happen if he lost when the demon first told him of it. “Then you, belong, to me.” The flames around the two rocket viciously skyward, sensing that a battle will begin soon. “Do not disappoint me,” the demon concluded, the temperature rising at an excruciating level, bringing the human to limp forward from the extreme heat, panting. Spirits howl around them, lowering Thorn’s morale while raising the demon’s. The human grits his teeth and stares angrily towards the demon, while it gives a hearty laugh and grabs its cloak with the left claw, hurling it to hang on one of the stalagmites. The demon’s body stained in bright-red, the pupils coated in silver, bare; its tail slender while the horns are nowhere to be seen. It brings its right leg upward and stomps the platform, the foundations below it crumbling. It roars demonically, Thorn’s heart rate skyrocketing. Sighing a few times before settling down, he advances towards the naked demon and converts to one of his forms while advancing. While the process takes time, the human leaps towards the demon and executes a hammer fist; stepping to the left, the demon lashes its tail to Thorn’s neck and grabs it, hurling him to the opposite side of the platform. Ukeming off the platform ground by hand standing, Thorn growls loudly and successfully converts over to his Dragon form. Jade scales replace the flesh, his muscle shirt torn from the chest and shorts now become loose-leaf pants, in the color black. He turns around and shows off his own claws to the demon, who in return stares at him. “I can see why they call you, Sly,” it laughs as the two lunge towards each other, fully engaging in brutal combat. Thorn, now a dragon, thrusts his right claw to the demon’s breast area which does nothing to scar or dent it. Mid-attack, it grabs the arm, pulls its head back and unleashes a head butt to Thorn’s scaly head, knocking him back, stunned. It laughs at his attempt for a first attack and lunges forward, executing a back kick to Thorn’s stomach, causing the dragon to roll backwards and land on his stomach. “You’re disappointing me,” the demon boasted, the dragon becoming more furious as he stands on his own two scaly feet. Panting, Thorn rushes forward and attempts at another thrust with his claw; the demon’s agility proved to be a challenge as it dodges with ease, swinging for a backhand. Thorn performs a fakie and ducks underneath the swinging backhand, tackling the demon and dropping him by grabbing at its legs. The demon falls on its back and Thorn readies another hammer fist to drop on to it; instinctively, the demon punches at Sly’s left side and heaves the dragon off of it, both getting up to continue the brawl. This time, the demon takes on a more offensive role and swings countless hooks to Sly’s head, stunning him once more, saliva flying out from the sides of his mouth. Hearing his own heartbeat slowing, the demon pulls back and rockets forward with a strong shoulder tackle, sending the dragon rolling on the platform once again. The heat is getting to you? No. Shit. Barely bringing himself up to his knees, the demon falls from the sky, attempting to elbow through the platform. Grinning weakly, the dragon clenches his twitching fists and connects with the demon’s stomach area. Shouting to the top of his lungs, he deals blow-after-blow to its stomach, keeping it in mid-air, going closer towards the edge. “…Hahaha!! Thought you were tryin’ to be slick, eh!?” proudly shouts Sly as he begins to feel his strength returning to him. “…I still am.” These words threw Thorn off-guard; as the demon falls after the dragon ceases his commands, he executes a swift drop kick to his chest, sending him off the platform and airborne. His eyes widen in terror, Thorn could hears the screams of those experiencing agony, adding his own yells to the lively festival. More flames shoot powerfully, increasing the temperature more to the point where Sly’s entire body shakes. In the distance below him lays another platform, larger than the one above but with fewer stalagmites. Breathing fast, Thorn holds his own breath and prepares to endure the impact; his body collides to the ground, his shoulder blades suffering as well as his lower back, and bounces a few times before landing on his back to rest from the extreme pain he has endured. “…Aahh!! Son of a, **Bleep**!!!” he cries out, panting heavily as he tries to bring himself up to his feet to continue the fight, already finding the demon flying through the air to reach him. Petrified, he crawls back, trying to gain as much distance as possible before it reaches this location. Feeling a tiny amount of strength, Sly tries to use that amount to bring him to his knees, at least, and finds the demon just steps away from him. Gulping, he stands with his back hunched over, snarling at the demon as it hums. Before saying another word, Sly roars and wails away with numerous punches and jabs to its chest area; he rests his left claw on the demon’s bare chest, the demon looking down to him, showing no expression. “Are you finished??” it asks pitifully, a few sighs escaping the dragon answering the question. “Fair enough,” it says, sweeping Thorn in quick succession, forcing him to fly a short height in mid-air; following the sweep was a frontal kick to the stomach, forcing Sly to cough blood from his mouth as he rolls for the third time and stops on his back. Sweat doing some work to cool him off; tears began to well up in his eyes from the pain, holding his stomach. The flames begin to multiply as the demon charges in ferocity, leaping upward and striking its claw towards Thorn’s throat. Doing nothing to prevent it, the dragon lies there to accept his fate and shuts his eyes, the velocity of the flames thundering all around him. Quickly opening an eye, he finds that the demon’s claw tips barely tap the scaly throat and looks up to the demon’s face to find an empty expression turned into hearty laughter. Gulping, the force of it sends fear through to the demon’s tips and processes it through its mind, laughing even harder. Sly could do nothing, but to return a confused staring. “Hahahaha!!! You can take a hell of a beating, mortal!!!” The demon withdraws its claws and stares to the weakened dragon, soon converting into a human again. “…So, so I, uh, lost, huh?” he responds weakly, coughing. “You did, but at least you shown me promise. For this, you return back to the world between.” The demon presses against a portion of the platform, a vortex appearing, sucking the human inside of it. “What the--!?” Sly responds, already trying to crawl away from the swirling vortex. “The next time we meet, do not disappoint me again, or I’ll really show you true hell!! Hahahaha!!” The demon walks away, its job done for the moment; as for Thorn, his body is sucked inside of the vortex, hollering as he rides downward. Soon, he returns back to the world in between, exiting Hell… …for now. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Sep 21 2008, 04:32 AM Post #28 |
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Christmas is back again
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Now that was an epic true piece. Dragon versus demon. Now ain't you make my heart pounce along with Sly. Claws versus fangs and straight cunning. O you engulf me with enough gratitude that i may still continue to read these series. I mean, what the hell is wrong with people who ain't reading this wonders. None have let me down, and i wish not to see the last one. I will be waiting for next installment eagerly.
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| Tux | Oct 1 2008, 05:03 PM Post #29 |
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Donning the Outfit
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lol, Thanks, amigo. After another long and grueling week(s), I've another piece coming up. This features Thorn in the afterlife and he narrates the majority of this story via his thoughts. Of course, I tried not to fizzle out people's heads with much description, but hey, if you can take it, bravos. Oh, and I have a song you immediately play as you begin reading, which would be this. Enjoy this lengthy installation o' mine, heh. Epilogue/Cherished Moments -…Sooo, this must be that 4th Realm others have been mentioning about. Weird how I didn’t go straight into Heaven or Hell, like a decent being of fortune…or misfortune, I dunno. If I’m here, then I guess I’m stuck here for the rest of time. I did hear a lot of peculiar things about this realm; some said it holds places far majestic than Heaven, others say it also houses places more hideous than Hell. Me? Well, call me Mr. Lucky, again, heh heh. I received my own share of good and bad times, maybe too much of the bad, but glad to see that something’s bein’ paid off for me. Yep, been through Hell and back again, only to see that more of it still terrorizes the world. If there is one thing I’m gonna miss while being here, it will be the friends I met during my travels, hell, you should see how many I’ve met and befriended; my family, my kids and…ay, and her. Gone for twenty-three minutes and I’m already missing your smile, your good looks, charm, everything. At least I know I won’t be forever gone to you, to all of you…- “…Ahhh,” exhales a male human, lying on his back with arms and legs spread out in relaxation in a vast bed of botanic life. Steadily, the human brings himself to his feet, standing tall at 6’2, still chubby at 223 lbs.; a long white robe keeps his bare upper body warm, while midnight-black pants do the same for the lower portion. His footwear of low-top white shoes help him to walk across the giant bed of plants, without adding a stench to their lively status; his short, wild, spiky black hair flows backward softly from a gentle breeze, coming from an endless circle of glistening waterfalls. He rotates his body ‘round the new area, taking a mental memory of it all, in case he wishes to tell his wife and kids of how beautiful the scenery is, which, no doubt, he will do anyway. “Let’s see, what to call this place, other than ‘awesome’?” he thinks, twisting both ends of his moustache and straightening the small goatee to not look like he had just woken up. Inhaling to capture how fresh the air is here, he sighs in relief to find it more than acceptable, a crooked grin spreading across his face. Step by step across the vast plain, the plants beneath his feet rise after they were crushed, returning to their default stance to continue blossoming, and hopefully, to spread more of its seeds elsewhere. Just ahead, he spots a large apple tree, its leaves everywhere amongst the top to middle branches, their trunks thick; it was the fruit bearing that caught his attention, already smacking his lips as he looks to his own belly, bulgier than last time. “Hmm, guess I put on a little more weight, heh. An apple wouldn’t hurt…or four. Eh.” Shrugging as he advances towards the tree, several widescreen monitors appear from the naked, peach/violet sky, first displayed in static. Tilting his head at their sudden appearance, moving images play all around the human, sounds of nature and conversations heard clearly. He looks upon a monitor, displaying a vivid green jungle, vines hanging around the majority of the trees shown. -Heh, I remember that place. It was one of the first places I went through when I first came to this universe. What was it called again? The Grand Jungle or something? Yeah, grand, if you call being attacked by an assassin there, while still sixteen, grand.- His eyes view another monitor, now displaying a small village and a pathway to the east, numerous grassy arches set above the pathway. A quick smile shows from his face from this image. -Pennyroyal. This place…was one of the most relaxing places I’ve ever visited. Joe and Melissa were cool too, even with that one status ailment taking place on occasion. Never had I felt more like a kid since then.- A third monitor displays a human converting into a brown, tri-tailed fox who dressed well in a chocolate-brown suit. After the fox, came another transformation into a jade dragon who only bore loose black pants and was bare on the upper body and feet, the tail around 6 to 7 feet long. -Holy hell, hahaha!! That, I definitely remember. I first learned how to transform into a fox anthro at sixteen, but didn’t get the suave look until I hit twenty-one. The dragon transformation was at twenty and kicked so much ass. Around twenty-one was the same time I learned a third and final transformation into a snow-white wolf. That was it really, but they each gave me new strengths every time I became them. Fox made me more trickier, dragon made me more offensive, wolf made me more tactical.- A fourth displayed various people, ranging from different heights, weights and appearances. The human did recognize a few from the monitor, but the rest he could barely remember. -You would think that ordinary people would have simple lives. Well, what I thought anyway. It was fun helping them out, even if it was a pain. Mmm, hopefully they don’t hear that, heh heh. They did help me reach places I needed to reach on my journey, which I thank them heavily for, while the rest gave me some gifts that kept me going. Not everyone did that, they just said some stuff like, ‘Oh, thank you for saving me!’, then just run off to tell others about my deeds. It was either that I was pissed I couldn’t receive anything for my deeds, or that I was relieved to see someone that doesn’t grovel at my feet, begging me to take their gifts as a token of their gratitude. To me, I don’t really care if you give me gifts or not, to see a smile across their face was more than a reward enough. Though, when I told other people about that quick philosophy, they only frowned and shunned me for it. Guess they rather have money in their pockets than nothing at all.- A fifth plays images of the characters that played a key role with the human’s travels, whether it was to stop a diabolical plan from occurring, or just for that quick moment of “chilling out with the friends”. -Call me weird, but I’ve met some good people over the years, despite how they look and act. Argos was one of them, a demon from Hell. Was scared the first time I met him, figured that would be it for me. Surprisingly, he let me go and whenever I had the chance, I’d go to Hell and talk with him. Annoying a demon’s a lot more fun annoying your best friend, that’s all I’m saying, hahaha. Sonny, another dragon, well, thunder dragon to be exact. Wicked fast and knows what he’s doing, just silent most of the time. I still don’t see why that spear-wielding woman, what’s-her-name….ah, Flora, hangs with him. They’re complete opposites. Hmm, in a way, they do share the common goal of getting the job done, so maybe a connection does exist between the two. Then there’s the black/red husky, Boris. Trigger-happy canine he is, I found that out the hard way, eesh. Hmm, guess my memory of the others must be fading. I know how they look like, but it’s their names I have trouble with.- He pouts and sighs at the thought, hearing the sound of deadlocks and children’s laughter in the sixth. Joy struck him once more at the sight of the sixth monitor. -Hector. My Tasmanian tiger, sword-swinging demon amigo. He’s been through thick and thin with me ever since the first time we met. Sucks that he was hired to kill me when I was seventeen, and this was before we actually got to know each other. When I hit twenty, we saw each other under different circumstances, an example being that a village was under siege, and he just helped me out. Everything went blank, but when we regrouped again, we were quite the terror duo, the both of us. Pulled off some inane team attacks on anyone that thought they stood a chance against us, hahaha!! He’s calm, which says a lot about him outside the heat of battle. I just think he got some of that “cool” from me, since we hung out.- As the clashing of metal fades, the children’s laughter grows and the image changes to a couple with two children, a young girl and boy. The human raises his hand, to try touching the monitor to the woman presented in the monitor. -Hey baby. Her, she’s the real reason why I wanted to stay here in this universe and not return to ordinary Earth. I was pissed and nervous when, what’s-his-name, ah, Smooth was his last name. Anyway, he introduced me to her and we just seem to, hit it off. We kept hanging out, knowing more about each other. I still remember that spot in Nightshade, when the full moon pops out from the dark, starry sky, and we would sit next to that pond with the small waterfall. You always loved to take me there when we had the chance. The moon reflecting off the water’s body…I still haven’t forgotten all the times you shoved me inside the pond countless times, heh. Sneaky, you were, but another trait I liked ‘bout ya. You were a nurse back then, until you came here too, and I thought I was the only human in a world of bipedal animals that dressed and clothed like us. Look at me, I’m straying off-subject.- He executes a small bow in the middle of the monitors, to apologize for the thought he has produced. -You were my everything. No, actually, you still are my everything, even in death. If I died, it would mean nothing, as long as you remained safe. When I thought you were gone that one fateful day, I honestly lost all hope. Guess that was also the day I started believing in miracles. Mmm. Holding you in my arms, resurrected, didn’t think I cried hard like that, ever. Every one of us, the people that helped me out my first four years walking in this universe, we all rendezvous at the base of that cliff, the sun was just rising. I liked the peach hue, very, very much, especially with you by my side. That portal came to send me back to home, to get me out of here. I haven’t found my sister or my brother since my four years, but when it was time to make a choice between going back to Earth or staying here…- A small tear falls down his right eye, sniffling as he raises his right arm to wipe it off. -…I believe I made the best decision of my life. Hopefully, our kids will help to bring the next generation to fruition. I know he’s crazy and playful, and that she’s cautious, but willing. We raised them well, didn’t we?- The seventh and final monitor that caught his attention showed two adults, a woman clothed in a white, long-sleeve undershirt, wearing a small brown vest and dark-brown pants, her feet comfortable in black heels; the other was a man with round glasses, a white dress shirt with a red tie, along with beige pants and black dress shoes. Her hair, golden-brown, scrunched up in a ponytail; his hair, short and black, chops to the side of his cheeks. A warm smile from the human quickly presents itself to their smiling expressions. -…You two, brought us here for a reason, didn’t you?- Both adults nod slowly, keeping their smiles intact, standing in front of a white cathedral placed in a grassy plain. -You guys surprised me everywhere I went. I was even surprised to find out where Karen and Mike turned out to be. This was of their own choosing, wasn’t it?- The two hold each other, their arms supporting one another, keeping them close. -Yep. If anything, I know you two will be the first that I can talk to, now that I’m in the afterlife. Think I could’ve gone a little past thirty-two, but if Death comes to claim me, then why fight Him? Can’t wait to see you guys again, this time, in the ghostly flesh, haha.- All of the monitors disappear, leaving the smiling man closer to the tree, stunned at how fast time has gone by. A snow-white hammock was just ahead, the human reaching behind his back and rubbing it, feeling the pain it went through throughout the years. “If anything, I could use a good nap,” he speaks aloud, running across the field and leaping upward, landing perfectly on the hammock, his weight adding pressure to the small bed. Just about bringing his hands behind his head, his feet already crossed, a small table catches his eye to the left, along with a glass of fresh apple juice, a piece of a ripe apple sitting on an edge of the glass. Grabbing it, he raises it towards the tree and drinks some of it, placing it back down to the table, his hands underneath his head, looking skyward. A mischievous grin soon replaces the goofy smirk on the human as he grabs and raises the glass high, proudly shouting: “Here’s to a new life and maybe a damn good generation!! Hahahahaha!!!” Sighing calmly, he finally places the glass on the table and lulls himself to sleep, the vast field of plants spewing particles into the air, ghostly images of people that have been sent here, enjoying themselves. Some play a game of football and other sports, few elders play a game of either checkers of chess, young couples being their rowdy selfs and young children playing everywhere amongst the fields. Even in death, do they still rejoice the good times in this peaceful area of the 4th Realm. Thus ends one tale full of wonder, the door now open for a new generation. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Oct 2 2008, 11:30 AM Post #30 |
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Christmas is back again
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Everything was so well written. And even if the majority might not understand it's gracious moves you made. Hell it's at least a memory to me, since it's actually one of the stories i loved reading from the beginning to the end. It was juts epic, and this peculiars finish, almost made me wipe a tear of. Just to say, an Epic Piece of stand out from the crowds writing. |
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