Looking for new victims...
 

Malice trotted along just inside the forest, look for an easy victim to torture. Unfortunately, the sligs where now patroling in groups too large to safely attack and most of the residents of the village weren't doing much traveling far away from the village itself, further frustrating his efforts.
Finally one slig stupidly wandered away from his patrol group, and Malice didn't waste any time in attacking him.
After tormenting the slig by skinning and then eating it alive, Malice went to a nearby clearing, washed himself off, and dozed a bit, content.
A brief breeze carried a scent to him he faintly recongized, of one of the bounties that had been tailing him. He snarled, stood up, and looked just in time to see a bright green mud disappear into the darkness of the undergrowth. Infuriated, Malice gave chase....

Hmmm, interesting. it's short but I like it!
Keep it up Drag!

Ooc: uh...thanks for the comment...only thing is that this is part of the RPG...not a fanfic. Sorry.

Watching through the trees Razel watched Malice curiously,Normally the tree would of broken because of his weight but the native sligs had taught him how to even himself out more.....

(ooc: Mollock your character is lucky Malice was focusing on chasing that Mud...otherwise he be a dead dragon/slig right now *evil grin*...oh and Rettick...I couldn't wait any longer...the RPG is dieing and we need to bring it back to life!)

Malice had to chase the mud for a while before he caught up to it. It gave him quite a fight...a challenge for once. It was fast and agile, like he was and was able to actually land a few blows on him before he managed to break both the muds arms and legs.
Malice grinned at the mud, who was looking up at him defiently.
"A macho type eh? Well...I bet I can make you scream..." Malice said with an evil grin as he started to eat the mud alive, feet first, then the arms. Once done with the arms the mud was still alive, barely, eyes over flowed with tears and his throat raw from screaming.
Malice stopped and pondered what to do next. Getting an idea he then broke off the arms and legs bones, made sure the broken ends were nice and sharp. He then drove them into the mud's torso, finishing him off....

A little later the Mayor was working in his office. Suddenly there was a crash and the mutalated body of one of the bounty hunters flew through the window and landed with a wet thud on his desk. It was the mud that had built the teleporter into his office a while ago. His arms and legs had been devoured and the bare bones impaled in his chest. Curved on his forehead the Mayor could faintly make out the words: Have a nice day....

[ November 08, 2001: Message edited by: Dragadon ]

From across the field, Keiros watches as Malice devours the poor mudokon. Keiros quickly unequips his sunhat, and places on the Craig's Skull over his face. Within a moment he has equipped himself with bone armourments. He glares off into the distance, taking refuge in a nearby bush. He takes out his warhammer and keeps himself well hidden among the brush.

- Shaman

Keiros makes his way in a circle around Malice and moves in the opposite direction at a slight run.

((I am no longer here))

[OOC: Point of Information here: I know you're new, but Malice isn't actually here any more... The thread where he torments Aura is set after this. This Mud was killed long ago now...]