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| MikeSkywalker | Jan 1 2009, 06:47 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Mike Skywalker (dead obvious, isn't it?) // Mike Roleplaying Exp: Nil. Nothing. Nada. Squat. Prefered Style: More to sci-fi, but basically I'm open to anything. Roleplaying example: The sandy dunes had a lonely duty over the dark Mexican night. The shimmering gold in the western sky was a faint reminder of the long, blistering hot day; the silver in the eastern sky holding the promise of a chilling cold night, soon to be guarded by the pearly moon. But for now the rocks, the crimson sand, the brush stood mute as blackness crept in over the high desert and arroyos that twisted between the scattered rock mesas. Above it all, the sky was peppered with thousands of stars, casting their minute light on the animals and insects the roamed in the magic time between day and night. Near the base of one small mesa, a puma crouched on the warmth of a flat rock, its golden eyes watching a small group of wild boar feed among the scrub. The cat's fur was the dusty color of the red-and-gold desert dirt, brush and sand. When not moving, the cat was almost invisible. Not a muscle twitched as it waited. It was a patient hunter. It wouldn't attack the entire group. Even with its speed, strength, and razor-sharp claws, it wouldn't stand a chance against the pointed tusks of five boar. Boar were nasty creatures, often not worth the effort it took to kill one. The ct had been injured once, a long time ago, by a wild boar. It had never forgotten the pain. Since then, it had killed dozens of boar, but always cautiously, carefully, never making the same mistake twice. As it had done many nights before, the big cat watched for the chance that one of the boar might stray just a little too far from the rest. Then the cat would take its prize. Until that moment came, the cat would wait. Behind the cat, the first sliver of the moon peaked out above a nearby mesa, casting a faint sheen of silver among the scrub and the rock. The cat didn't move as the boar rooted, making enough noise to attract a dozen other hunter. But for now, only the big cat waited. Suddenly the stars above the desert were shoved into the background by a brighter light. Then the silence of the night was shattered by a thunderous roar. Not more than a few hundred feet over the boar pack, a sleek black shape flashed past, rustling the brush and swirling up small clouds of red sand and dust. In its wake, it left a wind that smelled of rusty metal and the tang of ozone. The cat remained deathly still, its eyes only slits. All the boar squealed in fright and broke into the brush, scattering as if the shape in the sky had landed in their midst instead of just passing over. The big cat, ignoring what had happened among the stars, moved, placing itself between the stray boar and the rest of the pack, cutting off any retreat. The boar, already panicked from the light and noise, now smelled the cat. The beast ran, squealing and snorting, moving further away from the others and the safety of numbers. The sky above had returned to normal, and after what seemed only a moment the desert seemed to forget that anything had interrupted the normal course of the night. But the events had changed. Soon the cat would be fed. The cat ran after the single boar, steadily, silently, making no mistake, remaining hidden, even as it gave chase. On a slight ridgeline just above the big cat another figure stepped up, surveying the surrounding desert as if it owned it. This figure did not belong in the high desert. Its massive, humanlike shape was alien to everything around it. But like the cat, it too was a hunter. And now it stood silently, watching the cat follow the boar through the rocks and the brush. The moon had risen higher, freeing itself from the shrouding grasp of its cloudy curtain, gloriously full. If the cat had looked up from the desert floor, it would have seen the figure outlined against the bright circle. The moon illuminates the intruder's shape and reflected off the quasi-organic armor on the knees, thighs, arms, torso, and head. Thick claws extended from its flexing fingers, and its four muscle corded arms hung at it side, moving ever so slightly that they seemed to sway with the breeze. Two legs, shaped like those of a horse ended in long toes with large scything claws. A necklace of small glowing bones hung around its neck, draping over its massive chest. But because it was downwind, the big cat missed the creature looming above it. Instead, the cat's attention was focused completely on the boar. The boar had settled down slightly, thinking it had lost its pursuer. The boar still smelled of fear, but the scent was receding. The cat crouched, motionless. The boar was about to make its first and final mistake. The boar glanced over its shoulder, saw and smelled no predator, and then rooted in the dirt. The cat's muscles tensed. It was about to spring, to tear out the boar's throat in one massive bite, when suddenly a silver spear hissed through the air like a snake striking. The big cat froze as the spear struck the boar just under the head impales it, killing the prey instantly. The cat has seen animals die like that only once, when humans were present. And the cat knew that if the human saw it, the cat would die too. So the big cat turned and vanished silently into the brush and rock. But the cat was wrong. There were no humans. Only the two legged being was the alien above, the alien watching the cat as it went, nearly invisible against the darkened landscape. The alien nodded with approval. One hunter always appreciates the skills of another. The the alien moved down to the body of the boar and, with a sharp tug, removed the spear. Leaning down, it gripped the boar's head and tore it, snapping it off like it was a dry twig. It held the bloody head up in the air, as if offering the prize to some unseens god among the stars. A purr emanated from the helmet as the alien growled in satisfaction. "This world is ripe with prey indeed. I shall delight from its plunder." Edited by MikeSkywalker, Jan 1 2009, 06:49 AM.
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| Silvermourn | Jan 1 2009, 09:14 PM Post #2 |
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