Post by General Cheese on Aug 18, 2005 17:18:52 GMT -5
Frigid winds kicked snow from the rocky landscape of Terror Mountain. Everything was quiet; obviously, in this village where it was always winter, everyone was inside sipping cocoa or doing something to keep themselves warm. One individual, however, shivered, paralyzed in the soft blanket of frozen precipitation. This was at the barren peak of the mountain; no building or Neopian civilization was in sight. Small clouds of mist escaped from parted lips with each breath. Its wings were spread on either side of it, making it look somewhat like a winged angel (Or demon depending on how you saw things).
A tall, cloaked figure towered over the crumpled being, sword point tickling the fallen's throat. "Tisk, tisk..." whispered the cloaked figure under its breath. It brought back the sword slowly, sheathing it with a swift movement. A strong gust of wind blew of the hood of the cloak, revealing the face of Lord Daray. He stared down at the shoyru, eye raised quizzically. "Such an insignificant being..." muttered Daray. "Yet... Ah sense a tremendous power around 'im. Where IS it?" he asked himself, stroking his mustache.
The thing on the ground managed to raise his head, glaring at his attacker, "I doubt you will find anything by just standing there and poking my neck with a sword, /Lord/ Daray," he said in a deep, mocking voice. Yellow-green orbs stared at Daray piercingly, causing Daray to shiver and pull his cloak about himself tighter.
A small smirk of arrogance crossed the Shoyru's lips. "Perhaps I will show you then. The power of Cheesey Queso?" Mused the Shoyru in an entertained fashion.
Daray blinked, "Aye. Do so," he said with a slight tone of surprise in his voice. The Darigan Lupe took a step back, then folded his arms across his chest. "Ah'm waitin' to see a display of your brilliant power... So me what ye got!" he said with a small, evil chuckle.
'Cheesey' nodded. "You asked for it..." he murmured, standing up with wobbly joints. The snow fell from his scales and clothing, revealing scales of silver mail, streaked with the characteristic crimson rings on his limbs and tail. A crimson ling also ran across the middle part of his head, making it look like his eyes were masked.
His arms and legs were like tree trunks; his shoulders were broad and firm along with his now rising and falling chest. It was easy to tell that he was thickly built. The long claws of massive hands entwined themselves with another until it was a large jumble of appendages; impossible to tell which fingers belonged to which hand.
There was a huge flash of light. Standing in the place of the once Anthro shoyru was a massive, snarling Dragon-like quad. His wings stretched to full span, then he issued an earth-shattering roar.
Daray looked shocked at first, but then smiled. "Excellent."
((If ya didn't know. I'm starting over on Cheesey to make him more like me. Just tellin' you guys. He's a completely different character and doesn't know any of anyone's 'Gang' yet.))
A tall, cloaked figure towered over the crumpled being, sword point tickling the fallen's throat. "Tisk, tisk..." whispered the cloaked figure under its breath. It brought back the sword slowly, sheathing it with a swift movement. A strong gust of wind blew of the hood of the cloak, revealing the face of Lord Daray. He stared down at the shoyru, eye raised quizzically. "Such an insignificant being..." muttered Daray. "Yet... Ah sense a tremendous power around 'im. Where IS it?" he asked himself, stroking his mustache.
The thing on the ground managed to raise his head, glaring at his attacker, "I doubt you will find anything by just standing there and poking my neck with a sword, /Lord/ Daray," he said in a deep, mocking voice. Yellow-green orbs stared at Daray piercingly, causing Daray to shiver and pull his cloak about himself tighter.
A small smirk of arrogance crossed the Shoyru's lips. "Perhaps I will show you then. The power of Cheesey Queso?" Mused the Shoyru in an entertained fashion.
Daray blinked, "Aye. Do so," he said with a slight tone of surprise in his voice. The Darigan Lupe took a step back, then folded his arms across his chest. "Ah'm waitin' to see a display of your brilliant power... So me what ye got!" he said with a small, evil chuckle.
'Cheesey' nodded. "You asked for it..." he murmured, standing up with wobbly joints. The snow fell from his scales and clothing, revealing scales of silver mail, streaked with the characteristic crimson rings on his limbs and tail. A crimson ling also ran across the middle part of his head, making it look like his eyes were masked.
His arms and legs were like tree trunks; his shoulders were broad and firm along with his now rising and falling chest. It was easy to tell that he was thickly built. The long claws of massive hands entwined themselves with another until it was a large jumble of appendages; impossible to tell which fingers belonged to which hand.
There was a huge flash of light. Standing in the place of the once Anthro shoyru was a massive, snarling Dragon-like quad. His wings stretched to full span, then he issued an earth-shattering roar.
Daray looked shocked at first, but then smiled. "Excellent."
((If ya didn't know. I'm starting over on Cheesey to make him more like me. Just tellin' you guys. He's a completely different character and doesn't know any of anyone's 'Gang' yet.))
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