Post by DinoHunter2 on Mar 17, 2009 23:13:43 GMT -5
Valcanus slowly made his way down the LZ, leaving the volcanic region and descending the mountain slopes nearby. He'd gathered enough strength to start moving, but another kaiju had entered the area... he'd considered attacking it, but that would be getting ahead of himself. He needed more time to recooperate, and something about the monster had given him an odd feeling. He silently made note of this and kept moving, heading steadily downhill.
Nearby, there was movement. A familiar scurrying sound caught Valcanus' attention as a giant Tarakka made it's way towards him. Another arachnid- fun. Valcanus roared at the smaller monster and advanced on it eagerly; it was obvious that the spider was hopelessly outmatched.
As the Tarakka raised it's forelegs and hissed, Valcanus could not help but realize his situation. He had been a king once- a wicked force of nature, one of the most feared beasts in all his realm. And here he was, running from challengers and preying on the weak and defenseless. A simple change of setting had reduced him to nothing more than a schoolyard bully.
A mix of rage and bitter appreciation flooded his "mind", and with not so much as a second's hesitation, Valcanus beat the spider's face in. Mandibles lashed and legs flailed, but he continued the attack without flinching. Blow after blow struck the feeble fangs and popping eyes; the Tarakka's battered skull began to mix with the ground as it obtained the consistancy of jelly. Valcanus snarled and sent the bloody mess rolling downhill with a flash of his breath: the burning corpse tumbled across the rocks, trailing smoke as it left his field of vision and crashed somewhere in the distance.
Puffing smoke from his nostrils, Valcanus looked around- nothing else stirred. He clenched his fists and spat (melting a hole in the ground), disgusted. These foes were nothing: he could kill an entire army of them, if he wanted. Fighting them was no more of a challenge than setting fire to gasoline. And yet, when a real monster reared it's head, he had fled... Valcanus snarled hatefully and pulled an empty fang from his fist.
This was below him. Far below him. But as much as it annoyed him, it was necessary... he may have gained the strength to dispatch walking punching-bags, but kaiju were another matter all together. He'd need more power to reach the high status he had once held, and that meant more waiting, more regenerating...
He did not have patience, but he did have time- and an entire continent's worth of helpless, oblivious organics to take his anger out on. He would be bored. And he would be angry. But he would be ready. With a snort, Valcanus kept moving- a sea of green, lively, flammable trees on the horizon.
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+35 MP
Nearby, there was movement. A familiar scurrying sound caught Valcanus' attention as a giant Tarakka made it's way towards him. Another arachnid- fun. Valcanus roared at the smaller monster and advanced on it eagerly; it was obvious that the spider was hopelessly outmatched.
As the Tarakka raised it's forelegs and hissed, Valcanus could not help but realize his situation. He had been a king once- a wicked force of nature, one of the most feared beasts in all his realm. And here he was, running from challengers and preying on the weak and defenseless. A simple change of setting had reduced him to nothing more than a schoolyard bully.
A mix of rage and bitter appreciation flooded his "mind", and with not so much as a second's hesitation, Valcanus beat the spider's face in. Mandibles lashed and legs flailed, but he continued the attack without flinching. Blow after blow struck the feeble fangs and popping eyes; the Tarakka's battered skull began to mix with the ground as it obtained the consistancy of jelly. Valcanus snarled and sent the bloody mess rolling downhill with a flash of his breath: the burning corpse tumbled across the rocks, trailing smoke as it left his field of vision and crashed somewhere in the distance.
Puffing smoke from his nostrils, Valcanus looked around- nothing else stirred. He clenched his fists and spat (melting a hole in the ground), disgusted. These foes were nothing: he could kill an entire army of them, if he wanted. Fighting them was no more of a challenge than setting fire to gasoline. And yet, when a real monster reared it's head, he had fled... Valcanus snarled hatefully and pulled an empty fang from his fist.
This was below him. Far below him. But as much as it annoyed him, it was necessary... he may have gained the strength to dispatch walking punching-bags, but kaiju were another matter all together. He'd need more power to reach the high status he had once held, and that meant more waiting, more regenerating...
He did not have patience, but he did have time- and an entire continent's worth of helpless, oblivious organics to take his anger out on. He would be bored. And he would be angry. But he would be ready. With a snort, Valcanus kept moving- a sea of green, lively, flammable trees on the horizon.
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+35 MP