12-01-2004, 07:34 AM
The air was stale and chatter carried over like boat on a calm day. The changeling marched himself cityward, the energy signatures of familiar people radiated an expectation, an excitement. The changeling stirred along the crisp grass before increasing his pace to from a brisk walk to shredding the sky in flight, and quickly a city leapt up to greet him. His sleek form soared past office windows unnoticed as people inside worked another long day. The humidity of the air gave off a feeling of strangulation, as it and the changeling form closed in on the crowd who had gathered. Truthfully, he had known what was happening before he even set forth in it's direction.
"Dante's Abyss." The words themselves seemed to ooze with blood and cruel decay. He had seen many of these tournaments in the past, far too many, but they always seemed to hold an interesting gain. At the very least, he supposed, it would be a chance to gather enemies together and reap what had been sown. There were numbers of people who had something coming for them, and this way he wouldn't have to chase them. For some, it's the thrill of the hunt that keeps them going, for this changeling, it was simply the feeling of complete dominance and to have created wanton destruction. He enjoyed watching his victim's eyes fade to grey as his hand tightened around their throat. Every last ounce of life sucked from their unwilling eyes. That was why he killed. And that was why he would enter.
The pavement cracked as the changeling fell from the sky. Heads turned at the surprising entrance, but most weren't shocked, displays of power had become common in the life of Earthlings, universal powers had gathered and clashed in their eyes before. To have an alien drop from the sky was nothing to write home about. Koola paraded to the table and signed his name elegantly, "King Koola." He would quickly have to prove his worth of the title, and possibly fight his brother or father for it. It was time for a new rule though, and this was the perfect place to begin. He walked into the teleportation tube to the loading bay and materialized in another place.
"Dante's Abyss." The words themselves seemed to ooze with blood and cruel decay. He had seen many of these tournaments in the past, far too many, but they always seemed to hold an interesting gain. At the very least, he supposed, it would be a chance to gather enemies together and reap what had been sown. There were numbers of people who had something coming for them, and this way he wouldn't have to chase them. For some, it's the thrill of the hunt that keeps them going, for this changeling, it was simply the feeling of complete dominance and to have created wanton destruction. He enjoyed watching his victim's eyes fade to grey as his hand tightened around their throat. Every last ounce of life sucked from their unwilling eyes. That was why he killed. And that was why he would enter.
The pavement cracked as the changeling fell from the sky. Heads turned at the surprising entrance, but most weren't shocked, displays of power had become common in the life of Earthlings, universal powers had gathered and clashed in their eyes before. To have an alien drop from the sky was nothing to write home about. Koola paraded to the table and signed his name elegantly, "King Koola." He would quickly have to prove his worth of the title, and possibly fight his brother or father for it. It was time for a new rule though, and this was the perfect place to begin. He walked into the teleportation tube to the loading bay and materialized in another place.