Post by The Great MM on May 22, 2010 20:52:41 GMT -5
Zygrar was growing tired of it. He had spoken to anyone in weeks and now it was starting to show. While much different than humans, when a Klenthurian has a profound lack of sleep, it has almost the same type of consequences, the biggest being irritability. And Zygrar was becoming more and more irritable. Every time he tried to sleep, images of death and destruction plagued his mind.
His co-pilots said it was simply battle fatigue. But it wasn't. He had that before.
Two days ago the reptile, now on an official leave of battle due to health, was trying to make himself look good like all male Klenthurians tend to do. He was polishing the tips of both of his ram-like horns, making them pointed. As he applied more pressure to sharpen it, the tip suddenly snapped off, falling into the water in the small pool before him.
Zygrar stumbled back, enraged. When he spun around to look at the mirror, what he saw was not a reflection of himself. It was like him, but not. The creature he saw was oil black, his horns white, and large quill-like spikes running down its naked back. The creature tilted its flat head and a purple tongue licked the air and its hand suddenly flicked, Zygrar's own recognizable green arm appearing in it.
The pilot stumbled back.
"Need a hand?" The creature said in a twisted voice, throwing it through the mirror. The mirror parted like water and the limb bounced at Zygrar's feet. Pain suddenly spread from his hand and he looked down, seeing it was torn off.
The Klenthurian's natural aggression kicked in and he snarled in rage, trying to ignore the pain.
"How about a torso?" The dark twin snorted and Zygrar's own torso, void of head and arms, fell from the ceiling and landed with a thud. Then the rest of his body came down.
Pain suddenly ripped through every fiber of Zygrar's being. He fell to the floor and let out a painful cry as his body arched, blood falling from the corners of his jaws. The doors of his quarters slid open and two other reptiles of various shape and color rushed in. They didn't see what was in the mirror and, to them, the parts that fell from the body didn't exist and the Klenthurian was in pristine shape.
Zygrar's eyes snapped open and rolled in his head. As the two others picked him up, he traced the floor back to the mirror. His dark twin stood, waving his other dismembered hand. Behind the creature, the humanoid cloud emerged, grinning wide...
His co-pilots said it was simply battle fatigue. But it wasn't. He had that before.
Two days ago the reptile, now on an official leave of battle due to health, was trying to make himself look good like all male Klenthurians tend to do. He was polishing the tips of both of his ram-like horns, making them pointed. As he applied more pressure to sharpen it, the tip suddenly snapped off, falling into the water in the small pool before him.
Zygrar stumbled back, enraged. When he spun around to look at the mirror, what he saw was not a reflection of himself. It was like him, but not. The creature he saw was oil black, his horns white, and large quill-like spikes running down its naked back. The creature tilted its flat head and a purple tongue licked the air and its hand suddenly flicked, Zygrar's own recognizable green arm appearing in it.
The pilot stumbled back.
"Need a hand?" The creature said in a twisted voice, throwing it through the mirror. The mirror parted like water and the limb bounced at Zygrar's feet. Pain suddenly spread from his hand and he looked down, seeing it was torn off.
The Klenthurian's natural aggression kicked in and he snarled in rage, trying to ignore the pain.
"How about a torso?" The dark twin snorted and Zygrar's own torso, void of head and arms, fell from the ceiling and landed with a thud. Then the rest of his body came down.
Pain suddenly ripped through every fiber of Zygrar's being. He fell to the floor and let out a painful cry as his body arched, blood falling from the corners of his jaws. The doors of his quarters slid open and two other reptiles of various shape and color rushed in. They didn't see what was in the mirror and, to them, the parts that fell from the body didn't exist and the Klenthurian was in pristine shape.
Zygrar's eyes snapped open and rolled in his head. As the two others picked him up, he traced the floor back to the mirror. His dark twin stood, waving his other dismembered hand. Behind the creature, the humanoid cloud emerged, grinning wide...
