Post by General Cheese on Jan 24, 2006 20:44:11 GMT -5
Ooc: *Charges into board swinging a chain-mace over his head, spouting out Scottish war-cries* After a month of inactivity, I shall WRITE! Wha ha ha! Feel my malevolence radiate into your weak and simple minds! Ah ah ah ah!
*Types furiously before he's shot by angry penguins*
Bic: Gusts of wind tore savagely at anything it could reach, its moans echoing across the vast distances the large city of Neopia Central possessed. Enormous white-hot forks of lightning tore through the sky like an enormous dagger slicing open the very fabrics of time, followed by titanic explosions of thunder. The inexorable storm ravaged Central and stole away any tranquility that had once existed there. Anyone sane was locked away in their homes, tuning in to the local radio station to see what the fate of the storm would be.
Perambulation was the equal to suicide, and the few that were still on the streets attempted to travel by automobile. Though the task was insurmountable... The water had risen high above the tires of even the largest truck, leaving the poor victims stranded. It was as if a rift in the universe had been opened, releasing Hell onto the simple citizens of Neopia. However, despite the gravity of the situation, one soul trotted the streets as if everyone was right and well.
The Lupe jogged at a light canter, distributing his weight equally between his fore and hind legs. All of the sudden, he turned into an alley. The smell of rotting fish was manifested in the air, causing the Lupe to wrinkle his nose in distaste. The tall, pointed ears that rested atop his skull stood erect, detecting every sound from those as loud as the roaring thunder to the smallest sounds such as the scuttling of an insect that attempted to shelter from the storm under a dumpster.
Even though the snow-white fur of the beast was drenched completely, he still held himself with dignity. He continued his graceful trot down the soggy alley, ashen eyes remaining attentive and to the front. He exited the alley to find it was completely dry and sheltered from the rain that he could still be heard slamming onto the pavement. With an imploring glance, he looked above to see a leather canopy protecting him from the ruthless down-pour. His attention shifted to the termite-infested door that was before him. He stared at the rotting timber momentarily and took a few steps back as if retreating. But in a sudden, powerful movement, he spun around and slammed his hind-paws against the door, causing the door the burst from its frame and crash to the ground.
The ivory Lupe gave not a second glance to the fallen door, trotting nonchalantly into the small house that he now had entrance to. His eyes were no longer idle; they darted in every direction trying to pick out any threat that may occur to him. As soon as he was satisfied, he ventured deeper into the house. He surveyed each room, trying to evaluate which possessions were the most valuable, and which were the least. Once he had determined this, he began another trip around the house.
All of the sudden, the booming of a gun-shot rang through the quiet air, followed by the shattering of a window just beside the Lupe. Rain began to pour in through the hole made in the glass. Startled, the Lupe dove behind a couch. The owner of the gun, an old man, grudgingly walked to the couch, cocking the gun and resting his index on the trigger.
"Yer dead, mutt," the elder grunted, aiming the barrel at the cowering Lupe in the corner.
All of the sudden, in a flash of white light, the Lupe was replaced by a tall, cloaked man. Before the old man even had the chance to pull to trigger, a jagged, crimson dagger tore through the soft flesh of his neck, causing the bitter man to fall. The strange, coal-eyed thief wiped the blood of his fallen victim on the tacky green cloth of the couch. With a simple "Damnation", the man turned to leave. Though his progress out of the house went no further went a final bolt of lightning crashed into the house, causing debris of all sorts to collapse beside the thief. The man cursed again, attempting to escape. Though this was nearly impossible because the debris had blocked his exit. His eyes shifted the couch that had been ignited when the lightning had stuck. The fire had spread, blanketing almost the whole house in thick flame and smoke. He was trapped. The smoke became overwhelming, and he could no longer breathe. He slowly collapsed to the ground, losing all consciousness from the smothering cloud of black.
Ooc: It's not perfect... but whatever. I'm rusty from a month of inactivity. And I got lazy near the end. =P
*Types furiously before he's shot by angry penguins*
Bic: Gusts of wind tore savagely at anything it could reach, its moans echoing across the vast distances the large city of Neopia Central possessed. Enormous white-hot forks of lightning tore through the sky like an enormous dagger slicing open the very fabrics of time, followed by titanic explosions of thunder. The inexorable storm ravaged Central and stole away any tranquility that had once existed there. Anyone sane was locked away in their homes, tuning in to the local radio station to see what the fate of the storm would be.
Perambulation was the equal to suicide, and the few that were still on the streets attempted to travel by automobile. Though the task was insurmountable... The water had risen high above the tires of even the largest truck, leaving the poor victims stranded. It was as if a rift in the universe had been opened, releasing Hell onto the simple citizens of Neopia. However, despite the gravity of the situation, one soul trotted the streets as if everyone was right and well.
The Lupe jogged at a light canter, distributing his weight equally between his fore and hind legs. All of the sudden, he turned into an alley. The smell of rotting fish was manifested in the air, causing the Lupe to wrinkle his nose in distaste. The tall, pointed ears that rested atop his skull stood erect, detecting every sound from those as loud as the roaring thunder to the smallest sounds such as the scuttling of an insect that attempted to shelter from the storm under a dumpster.
Even though the snow-white fur of the beast was drenched completely, he still held himself with dignity. He continued his graceful trot down the soggy alley, ashen eyes remaining attentive and to the front. He exited the alley to find it was completely dry and sheltered from the rain that he could still be heard slamming onto the pavement. With an imploring glance, he looked above to see a leather canopy protecting him from the ruthless down-pour. His attention shifted to the termite-infested door that was before him. He stared at the rotting timber momentarily and took a few steps back as if retreating. But in a sudden, powerful movement, he spun around and slammed his hind-paws against the door, causing the door the burst from its frame and crash to the ground.
The ivory Lupe gave not a second glance to the fallen door, trotting nonchalantly into the small house that he now had entrance to. His eyes were no longer idle; they darted in every direction trying to pick out any threat that may occur to him. As soon as he was satisfied, he ventured deeper into the house. He surveyed each room, trying to evaluate which possessions were the most valuable, and which were the least. Once he had determined this, he began another trip around the house.
All of the sudden, the booming of a gun-shot rang through the quiet air, followed by the shattering of a window just beside the Lupe. Rain began to pour in through the hole made in the glass. Startled, the Lupe dove behind a couch. The owner of the gun, an old man, grudgingly walked to the couch, cocking the gun and resting his index on the trigger.
"Yer dead, mutt," the elder grunted, aiming the barrel at the cowering Lupe in the corner.
All of the sudden, in a flash of white light, the Lupe was replaced by a tall, cloaked man. Before the old man even had the chance to pull to trigger, a jagged, crimson dagger tore through the soft flesh of his neck, causing the bitter man to fall. The strange, coal-eyed thief wiped the blood of his fallen victim on the tacky green cloth of the couch. With a simple "Damnation", the man turned to leave. Though his progress out of the house went no further went a final bolt of lightning crashed into the house, causing debris of all sorts to collapse beside the thief. The man cursed again, attempting to escape. Though this was nearly impossible because the debris had blocked his exit. His eyes shifted the couch that had been ignited when the lightning had stuck. The fire had spread, blanketing almost the whole house in thick flame and smoke. He was trapped. The smoke became overwhelming, and he could no longer breathe. He slowly collapsed to the ground, losing all consciousness from the smothering cloud of black.
Ooc: It's not perfect... but whatever. I'm rusty from a month of inactivity. And I got lazy near the end. =P