All very interesting intros, guys. Now it's my turn.
IC:
Teh travel was long and tiring, he immediately knowing that he wouldn't survive long enough to see the dawn of day. His breathing was cool and collective, but deep down, he was anxious and frightened.
Odd, for a hard-core gang leader himself, to be afraid of something. Since his terrible loss to eliminating the Steef tribe after the construction of Sudzerz water company, he was forced to flee the scene, before his Glukkon boss caught him and gave him the ultimate punishment.
The soles of his feet were callous and blistered, every walk a sharp pain. The rocks below his feet were jagged and sharp, making his agnoy even worse.
But the Mudokon held strong, for as long as he could, only to keep his hands burried deeply in to the pockets of his tattered light-brown trench coat, slightly bent over to keep his balance, and his pearly-white teeth clamped together with a devilish determined face ahead.
The desert at night was no more as harsh as it was in the afternoon; the sun's blaze beating upon his already-heated back, sweat dripping off his chin, and his feet burrying in to the hot sand and cracked rocks.
His eyes reached upon a dark hill ahead, a light recessing dimly over the hump.
Were his eyes deceiving him once more? He was too tired to care, and too determined to stop and stare.
He galloped up the hill, slipping down halfway, but clawing his way to the top.His arms fell out of his pockets, and his mouth opening in shock.
I must be dreamin' Ken thought, his eyes widening from the wonderous sight before him.
Is this truely a town?
Travelling almost a half week in the desert was long enough to drive him mad. But this would've been his opportunity to celebrate. He kept his cool, his face drooping back to a somber state, and with his hands slowly retreating back in to his pockets.
"Good," his deep hazy, but yet thirsty rasp voice drawled out contently. "This is poifect..." just as he said as he climbed down the hill in to the town.
The streets were bright of overhead orange-flourescent lamps, his shadows casting dark under each. He stopped at the head of the street, gazing around at each of the structures about, and noticing his most favorite place to be; the darkest of alleyways.
He smiled a toothy happy grin, hesitating to move. He contimplated his thoughts about the town first, thinking back to his hometown of Boontown, tragically torn down.
"The foist t'ing I must do while I occupy 'dis place..." he told himself as a memo. As he gathered his thoughts, he began towards the alleyways squished between twin buildings.
He turned his back to the narrow passage, taking one last look for peasents that would wander around for him as quick easy prey.
But as he noticed, he bowed his head down, his stingy eyes closed.
To find new meat... he thought once more, before retreating for the night in to the shadows...