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Jack Skellington Bit                 Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6332 days Last view: 6321 days |
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| A second sun shone in the sky, a spiraling vortex opening to connect the vast Gummi Space to a serene woodland. The portal was unlike anything witnessed here before, as no Gummi traveller had ever strayed so far from the known roads. The reason was simple: the unknown sectors were swarming with Heartless. It was Heartless, however, that ventured now to this new world.
The vortex in the sky spat out the dark shape of an old galleon and promptly closed behind it. Yet the ship stayed in the air, defying gravity to look over the treetops like some hulking vulture. The deck was busy with chattering Heartless of varying sorts, all of them flocking to the edges to look down upon the new world - all except one, that is, who paced the wood floor behind them, focusing more on the deck than the forest below so that his face was shaded from the sun entirely by his hat. A soldier Heartless (the type wearing the knight's helmet) backed away from the edge as the captain walked by and tugged on his coat, putting a halt to his pacing. Captain Teero's single yellow eye glowed over his shoulder and down at the diminutive imp impatiently. "Cap'n, is this place... entirely safe to hunt?" The captain's shoulders bobbed slightly as he laughed under his breath. "This's why we send scouts; to find out." And, grabbing the soldier's head in one clawed hand, he tossed the small Heartless overboard. A clank of metal sounding a few seconds later told that it had managed to miss the trees on its trip down. Wounded, but not dead, the Heartless staggered off into the woods to find whatever life it could, chased off by the crew's laughs and jeers. (edited by Jack Skellington on 08-21-06 03:12 AM) |
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Thechemist57 Red Tektite    Since: 03-18-06 From: Under your bed Last post: 6368 days Last view: 6297 days |
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| ((Go figure, the one time I can think of a reply is when I wake up XD))
The eye of Fenris shone brightly over the forest of Transylvania, his rays penetrating the canopy and shedding light on even the darkest of places. There was one place, however, that was completely void of the warmth and light of the sun: Balkar lands. Gnarled trees thick with leaves [a rare sight indeed, though for some reason they had chosen to flourish this year] ensured that the ominous lands retain their dark reputation. The forest floor was as dark as night, and one could only guess at how many vile creatures crept along its surface. Breaking from the line of trees that separated the dark lands from the rest of the world, a Varg of mass proportions crossed over the Balkan border and into an unclaimed part of the forest- Kerl territory- where lone wolves were free to wander and do as they pleased without the sometimes annoying tethers of pack life. His frame was gargantuan and he resembled more of a bear than any wolf in the forest. His obsidian pelt did not abandon its dark hues, even in the sunlight, and the flame colored fur that was paired with it burned with an even brighter intensity. Carnage was not one to venture out into the daylight. After all, when one lives as Night Hunter, they grow used to the shadows and often develop a dislike for the sun. This particular day however, the lumbering behemoth could find nothing to occupy himself with in the dark lands, so he was venturing beyond his normal boundary. The sky was cloudless overhead- some would call it a ‘beautiful’ day, though for those with heavy pelts of the dark variety, it was Hell on earth to be out and about in. Pink tongue lolling from his mouth, he panted as his orange paws carried him over the soft earth, trying to relieve himself of some of the heat. The once bright landscape was suddenly shrouded in shadow, as if a large cloud had rolled by overhead with a soul purpose to block the sun. Carnage would not have questioned this, had it not been such a beautiful day. Craning his neck, he looked skyward, only to see something which he had never seen before, even in his wildest dreams, nor could he identify it. His nostrils flared as a new, and also indistinguishable, scent flooded his being. Not knowing what it was, he knew what it wasn’t. It wasn’t food [at least not anything that would taste good], it wasn’t fire or Varg and it definitely wasn’t man. Seeing as how the two biggest threats to wolves were ruled out [man and fire], he decided to investigate. After all, he was invincible, a tank of a wolf that could take down anything. Right? Right. Clank! His auds [ears] pricked forward as a loud noise erupted right in front of him. Had something just fallen from…the sky? Pausing where he stood, he was hidden in the trees. Blending in during the day was a lot harder than disguising one’s self at night, but he was sure that whatever it was wouldn’t be able to see him anyway. Fiery orbs scanned the undergrowth for whatever it was that had fallen and entered his world. His yellow eyes squinted into devious crescents as a smile crept over his orange muzzle. Whatever it was, it was wounded. He could tell by the way it hobbled about like a dying Herla. Not to mention it was prey-sized. Even if it didn’t smell very tasty...that shouldn’t have to stop him from killing it. Breaking from his ‘hiding’ place, he charged forward like a freiight train, caring naught for stealth, in an attempt to tackle the creature and catch its throat with his iron jaws. ((Let me know if you want me to change anything)) |
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Jack Skellington Bit Since: 11-17-05 From: The Netherworld Last post: 6332 days Last view: 6321 days |
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| ((No, that soldier is but a pawn to our game. Have all the fun you want with it.))
The soldier looked up suddenly, seeing only a terrifying blur of orange fur charging at him - it made a yelp that hardly even echoed through the trees, and then nothing more. All was silent on the ship, and Teero leaned bored against the heavy mast pole, idly observing his curled claws that he held before him from different angles. The sunlight burned his dark skin slightly, an irritant that tested his wavering patience. It had been maybe ten minutes since he'd cast that questioning minion down into those woods; at this point, it was safe to assume that he was dead. What a pity. Well, they'd waited long enough. Teero decided that a group formation was what would be in order, and simply that. Nothing in these trees could be more terrible than his crew, after all. The jittery Heartless around him knew what to do even before he signaled, and were soon sliding down thick chains to land next to the anchors on the ground, which had crashed into the earth and made their own small craters. When at last only a few Heartless remained to guard the ship, Teero straightened his hat and slid down the anchor chain, landing amidst his shadowy pack. The crew was waiting for Teero to lead them off, but he wanted to make sure he went where the hearts were most plentiful. He thought he felt one pulsing very nearby. A strong one, too... (edited by Jack Skellington on 08-30-06 03:10 AM) |
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Thechemist57 Red Tektite Since: 03-18-06 From: Under your bed Last post: 6368 days Last view: 6297 days |
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| ((Sorry this reply is so horribly late. If you want to discontinue this thread, I'll understand))
-------- Catching the soldier by the throat as was custom of his kind, his jaws closed on the vulnerable neck that was void of shining armor, causing the pitiful thing to emit naught but a languid yelp that was most likely inaudible to all except Carnage. His primary assumption had turned out to be correct. In no way, shape or form did the entity in his mouth taste desirable, so he cast it aside in disgust, content enough at having ended its life. Throwing his heavy head to one side, he hurled the limp corpse off a ways into the surrounding trees before proceeding to lick the remaining gore from his orange face with a sickened exp Looking around for any other sings of a challenge, Carnage was quickly growing bored. Even if there were more of those...things nearby, they didn't provide nearly enough entertainment for a trained Lacan of The Balkar. If things didn't pick up soon, he would have no choice but to return to his pack lands and spend another uneventful day at home, or possibly even pay a malicious visit to a neighboring pack. Settling down on his haunches, he seemed to be waiting for something incredible to happen as his golden eyes perused lazily over the surrounding forest. He didn't have to wait long before something did happen. Whatever it was that was obscuring the sun, shot down anchors, one of which landed but a few dangerous yards away from the lumbering Halloween beast. Starting to his orange paws, his hackles bristled wildly and his fiery orbs shot open in confusion and even horror at these things that were falling around him, producing loud noises as they crashed to the ground that were not unlike the gunshots of man. From on board the ship, cretins were descending to the forest floor, a group of them now stood before Carnage and looked as they had a specific purpose for being there, rather than just happening through. Some of them appeared as the soldier he had already destroyed, but others still were different. Unable to put his paw on it, all he could tell was that they were not supposed to be there, and that their own calculations must be inaccurate. Narrowing his blazing orbs in their direction, his dark lips peeled back to reveal two rows of ivory fangs that glistened dangerously with saliva and the remnants of their had-been shipmate. Had he been a smarter Varg, he might have been afraid and even fled from the ominous scene, but being a Night Hunter as he was, he possessed a certain naivety that prevented him from seeing clearly in potentially dangerous situations. He would not back down. Not now, not ever. Of that he was sure. |
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