Post by tyrantisterror on Jun 25, 2009 19:00:06 GMT -5
King Basil was wallowing lazily in the swamp water, his coils glistening in the sun. It was a particularly hot and humid day and the water felt nice and cool on his overheated scales. Suddenly the winds changed, and very quickly Basil noticed something wrong. He flicked his tongue out several times, catching strange smells on the violent breeze. His heat sensing pits began to flare, detecting wild rises and drops in thermal activity all over the marsh.
Tears in reality opened up all around him, spilling out twenty or so smaller monsters. They looked very much like massive human skeletons, all wielding crude imitations of human melee weapons made of bones. Basil could sense their fluctuating forms in his heat vision, his tongue flickering out of his mouth in agitation. The mighty cobra raised his head from the way and opened his hood in an impressive threat display, giving a thundering hiss at the warriors.
They shrieked in reply and charged, only to stop when a third call joined the fray. Both the snake and the skeletons turned their heads as something large and green burst free from the rustling trees. With shining jade scales and yellow eyes that burned like ember, a massive tyrannosaurus landed on the ground next to them with a thunderous crash. The emerald dinosaur roared again at the skeletons.
Tyrantis had entered the fray.
The skeletons shrieked again and charged both reptilian monsters, who quickly managed to tear their fragile foes apart scattering their bones across the marsh. "Too easy," the reptiles thought in accidental unison.
And right they were. Soon there was a stirring in the swamp, as the bones began to writhe. In a sight that would have horrified a human being, the corpses put themselves back together, standing to face the scaly kaiju. Tyrantis and Basil snarled, ready to put the undead fiends back in their place. Again the reptiles tore their foes apart, scattering the pieces all over the marsh.
And again the skeletons reassembled themselves, shrieking their hellish battle cries and charging the kaiju. Both Tyrantis and Basil came to the conclusion that they needed to change their tactics. Basil flared the colors on his hood, hypnotizing his foes. The skeletons in sight of his hood suddenly stopped moving, their jaws hanging slack as they dropped their weapons. Tyrantis, meanwhile, had taken to bathing his foes in flame, charring their bones until they dropped into smoking piles in the lake. Fire seemed to work.
Basil saw this and, getting his own idea, began to douse the skeletons with his acidic poison spit, melting them. It worked, but was slow - it would take him a sizable amount of time to destroy them all. Tyrantis turned around and helped him out, burning what few skeletons were left.
As the burning bones fell into the swamp, filling it with a thick steam, Tyrantis and King Basil looked at each other. Had the battle not occured, this meeting would have resulted in a fight. They were both predators, after all. But they had battled together against a common foe. Tyrantis, as a creature that had mutated from a species that had been a pack hunter, felt this was an almost familial bond. Basil, a creature not without honor, felt similarly.
The tingling in Tyrantis's lizard brain that had led him here in the first place flared again, telling him to move again. This time it commanded him to go farther - across land and sea. It told him that this was not an isolated incident - that similar things, worse things, were on the horizon. The dinosaur snorted and moved to leave.
King Basil flicked his tongue out of his mouth. He considered everything for a moment, then slithered next to Tyrantis, following him out of the swamp. It was time to see the world.
+35 MP
Tears in reality opened up all around him, spilling out twenty or so smaller monsters. They looked very much like massive human skeletons, all wielding crude imitations of human melee weapons made of bones. Basil could sense their fluctuating forms in his heat vision, his tongue flickering out of his mouth in agitation. The mighty cobra raised his head from the way and opened his hood in an impressive threat display, giving a thundering hiss at the warriors.
They shrieked in reply and charged, only to stop when a third call joined the fray. Both the snake and the skeletons turned their heads as something large and green burst free from the rustling trees. With shining jade scales and yellow eyes that burned like ember, a massive tyrannosaurus landed on the ground next to them with a thunderous crash. The emerald dinosaur roared again at the skeletons.
Tyrantis had entered the fray.
The skeletons shrieked again and charged both reptilian monsters, who quickly managed to tear their fragile foes apart scattering their bones across the marsh. "Too easy," the reptiles thought in accidental unison.
And right they were. Soon there was a stirring in the swamp, as the bones began to writhe. In a sight that would have horrified a human being, the corpses put themselves back together, standing to face the scaly kaiju. Tyrantis and Basil snarled, ready to put the undead fiends back in their place. Again the reptiles tore their foes apart, scattering the pieces all over the marsh.
And again the skeletons reassembled themselves, shrieking their hellish battle cries and charging the kaiju. Both Tyrantis and Basil came to the conclusion that they needed to change their tactics. Basil flared the colors on his hood, hypnotizing his foes. The skeletons in sight of his hood suddenly stopped moving, their jaws hanging slack as they dropped their weapons. Tyrantis, meanwhile, had taken to bathing his foes in flame, charring their bones until they dropped into smoking piles in the lake. Fire seemed to work.
Basil saw this and, getting his own idea, began to douse the skeletons with his acidic poison spit, melting them. It worked, but was slow - it would take him a sizable amount of time to destroy them all. Tyrantis turned around and helped him out, burning what few skeletons were left.
As the burning bones fell into the swamp, filling it with a thick steam, Tyrantis and King Basil looked at each other. Had the battle not occured, this meeting would have resulted in a fight. They were both predators, after all. But they had battled together against a common foe. Tyrantis, as a creature that had mutated from a species that had been a pack hunter, felt this was an almost familial bond. Basil, a creature not without honor, felt similarly.
The tingling in Tyrantis's lizard brain that had led him here in the first place flared again, telling him to move again. This time it commanded him to go farther - across land and sea. It told him that this was not an isolated incident - that similar things, worse things, were on the horizon. The dinosaur snorted and moved to leave.
King Basil flicked his tongue out of his mouth. He considered everything for a moment, then slithered next to Tyrantis, following him out of the swamp. It was time to see the world.
+35 MP