Post by The Great MM on Mar 7, 2010 19:38:59 GMT -5
The Bartosian had arrived and Zygrar knew he should be present for the welcoming party. Being a leading pilot and all, it was his duty, but something was off. Since the destruction of Jericho at the very gates of the Lizard’s Nest, something was off. One of the beasts that had joined the Alliance in battle didn’t belong here and the portal that he had created, that swirling mass of darkness, stayed crystal clear in the reptile’s mind. It had been a long enough day as is.
His room was rather fancy for a Klenthurian soldier’s. The floor was golden, or metal painted gold, and vines draped from the walls and ceiling. On the wall, heads of vanquished alien beasts hung, all slain by his skills as a marksman. In one corner, a fountain sprayed into the air and mist fell came from the clear water.
His head was banging and no medicine he had taken could cure it. He was tempted to head to the medical bridge, but he couldn’t stand the scent of the wounded and injured, especially now and how it’d be after Jericho’s final attack.
His forked tongue lashed out at the air and he walked to the mirror. His clawed hands grabbed the sink’s edge and he looked into his reflection. He shook his head and bared his fangs in an imitation of Saberon. Some, like he, believed you could force pain from a body by scaring it. It was a silly superstition with little proof.
The throbbing in his head began harder and soon it felt like drums. He shook his head and clenched his eyes shut again. Soon it wasn’t just a sound in his head. It actually sounded like war drums and every beat shook him to his very core.
He lifted his head and opened his reptilian eyes. When his eyes fell on the mirror, he jumped back and roared. For just a brief second, he didn’t see his reflection, but instead that of a reptilian monster with his body. Colored charcoal black with red, burning eyes.
The reflection was gone when he flinched and jumped back. He looked back at the mirror and showed his fangs. His forked tongue licked the air and he could swear he could smell sulfur.
Tiredness fell upon him and he fell back onto the feathered bed. He looked up at the ceiling. Today, that battle with Jericho among other things, had driven him past his normal limits. While he hadn’t actually engaged the Earth mech, it was so powerful… so strong…
His mind began to think about having that type of battle himself. Soon his eyes closed and he drifted asleep… the war drums in his ears returning……
His room was rather fancy for a Klenthurian soldier’s. The floor was golden, or metal painted gold, and vines draped from the walls and ceiling. On the wall, heads of vanquished alien beasts hung, all slain by his skills as a marksman. In one corner, a fountain sprayed into the air and mist fell came from the clear water.
His head was banging and no medicine he had taken could cure it. He was tempted to head to the medical bridge, but he couldn’t stand the scent of the wounded and injured, especially now and how it’d be after Jericho’s final attack.
His forked tongue lashed out at the air and he walked to the mirror. His clawed hands grabbed the sink’s edge and he looked into his reflection. He shook his head and bared his fangs in an imitation of Saberon. Some, like he, believed you could force pain from a body by scaring it. It was a silly superstition with little proof.
The throbbing in his head began harder and soon it felt like drums. He shook his head and clenched his eyes shut again. Soon it wasn’t just a sound in his head. It actually sounded like war drums and every beat shook him to his very core.
He lifted his head and opened his reptilian eyes. When his eyes fell on the mirror, he jumped back and roared. For just a brief second, he didn’t see his reflection, but instead that of a reptilian monster with his body. Colored charcoal black with red, burning eyes.
The reflection was gone when he flinched and jumped back. He looked back at the mirror and showed his fangs. His forked tongue licked the air and he could swear he could smell sulfur.
Tiredness fell upon him and he fell back onto the feathered bed. He looked up at the ceiling. Today, that battle with Jericho among other things, had driven him past his normal limits. While he hadn’t actually engaged the Earth mech, it was so powerful… so strong…
His mind began to think about having that type of battle himself. Soon his eyes closed and he drifted asleep… the war drums in his ears returning……