Death of kin...
(ooc: is it me or has the RPG gone stagnet again? *Sigh* I doubt this post will help anything...as it is mainly FYI...)
You may have defeated me...but I'll will always be there...both in and out of reality!"
Spider woke up with a start, sweating and breathing heavily.
Damn...that dream again... Spider thought, grumbling slightly as he stood up and stretched, Why does it keep hauntin' me? Every few days he would have it and he never understood what his 'dark self' in that dream meant by 'in and out of reality'.
He put on his pants and looked up at the Wyvern...who was already awake, perched on a tree limb above. Training this dense crossbreed was difficult...but he was getting there.
"Come on. Let's go huntin'!" Spider called to it.
Strangely it ignored him, kept staring in one direction intently.
"Hey!" Spider shouted, not in the mood, "I'm talkin' ter yer!"
"Kin!" It screeched, still staring.
"Yes...and I'm down here...lets go find something ter eat!" Spider growled, loosing his patience.
"KIN!" it screeched again and took to the air, flying in the direction it was staring in.
"HEY WHERE THE FRACK ARE YER GOIN'!?" Spider screamed, then his heart sank when he realized...
Oh f*ck he is headin' back toward Pyke! he thought as he started after the rapidly disappearing Wyvern, I better stop him before he kills someone!
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Malice had just gotten through slaughtering a group of sligs that were on patrol and was cleaning himself off.
Amateurs... Malice thought with a chuckle, They didn't even touch me.
He felt a gust of wind and thought nothing off it at first...until he felt someone's hot breath on the back of his neck. With a start he whirled around, ready to attack. He was a bit shocked by what he saw...
In front of him was a rather strange creature: Was dark green with blue stripes, jade colored spines, yellow eyes, nine ft tall and about 20 ft long. The only limbs it had were a pair of wings and its head was draconic with a hint of face tentacles at the tip of its snout.
Malice cocked his head curiously at the creature...then remembered something...
"Ah...I remember you..." Malice said with a smirk, "You were an attempt to create a flying warrior for the Cartel." Malice circled the creature, who just continued to stare at him.
"Kin?" it squawked.
"Kin?" Malice repeated a bit confused, "Oh...that's right...Myron used Spider's DNA as a guide to create you." Malice chuckled, "Too bad that...like Spider...you ended up being of no use to anyone. In fact I'm surprised they didn't destroy you..."
A cruel grin appeared on his face.
"And I think I'll 'correct' that mistake now..."
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Spider was running as fast as he could...trying to catch up to the Wyvern. Suddenly he heard a shriek in the distance.
Oh no... Spider thought, fearing the worse. He pushed himself harder, thinking the Wyvern had attacked someone. However, when he arrived at the clearing where the shriek came from...he realized it was the other way around and he was too late.
The Wyvern was quite dead...throat ripped out, intestines spilt onto the ground andIt's wings were shredded as if they were put through a shredder.
"Who..." Spider started to ask but realized he would have been talking tonow deaf ears. A mixture a emotions were shooting through him; disbelief, grief, and most of all...rage. This was his kin and someone had murderedhim in cold blood.
Raising his head to the sky he cut loose a high pitched, wail-like, raged filled howl. When the howl was done, lowered his head to the ground and cast about for a scent. He soon found one...and like a blood thirsty hound on a fox hunt, set off after it.
The one who had done this...he was going to find...and make him or her pay....
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