05-23-2007, 06:25 AM
Slowing down from an adventurous jog to a cautious walk Pikkon peered over his map, only visible by the slight glow illuminating down from the full moon high above.
?There should be a town up ahead,? Pikkon whispered to himself as he raised his head searching for signs of the upcoming town.
He knew it was ahead, so once again the mighty green warrior began jogging towards his destination. As he jogged he began feeling a tingling sensation over his entire body. A familiar experience but one not unexpected, it had been days since he had last been engaged in combat and his body was itching for a fight. Adrenalin began to surge through his body, muscles began pulsating with hunger and veins pumping so hard the felt like they would surely explode; Pikkon now, was looking for a fight.
Reaching the deserted town, he stopped on the footpath. His breathing was heavy and his body felt as if it would implode. He attempted to slow down his breathing, to regain his own concentration. He was like a drug addict, needed a hit every few days otherwise his body would just loose it. And his drug of choice was combat, hardcore straight up hand-to-hand combat.
Slowing down his breathing the green mans mind slowly began to clear the rage began to disappear and as it did his concentration and focus began to remerge.
?I scare the shit out of myself sometimes,? Pikkon chuckled to himself.
Walking down the footpath he wondered if there where any other warriors hiding themselves amongst the city, if there where they would be in for quite a surprise. Pikkon was at this point in time not one from walking away from a fight until it was over, completely over.
He could not see inside the buildings due to the lack of light, so exploration of the surrounding buildings would have to wait until sun-up. Until then the green warrior decided to find a nice little place to sit and wait. Ready if anyone unfamiliar appeared, and able to see if any familiar people emerged close by.
Walking behind a medium sized building Pikkon proceeded to climb an old rusty ladder that he guessed led to the roof. As he reached the top of the building, he placed his duffel bag onto the ground, opened it up and took a quick swig of water. Replacing the water back into the bag Pikkon sat down quietly high atop the building and watched down across the deserted down wondering when he would first see a fellow warrior.
The moon still hung high in the night sky, it would still be a while until the moon died and the sun rose. That's when Pikkon knew the real game would begin. Sun-up.
?There should be a town up ahead,? Pikkon whispered to himself as he raised his head searching for signs of the upcoming town.
He knew it was ahead, so once again the mighty green warrior began jogging towards his destination. As he jogged he began feeling a tingling sensation over his entire body. A familiar experience but one not unexpected, it had been days since he had last been engaged in combat and his body was itching for a fight. Adrenalin began to surge through his body, muscles began pulsating with hunger and veins pumping so hard the felt like they would surely explode; Pikkon now, was looking for a fight.
Reaching the deserted town, he stopped on the footpath. His breathing was heavy and his body felt as if it would implode. He attempted to slow down his breathing, to regain his own concentration. He was like a drug addict, needed a hit every few days otherwise his body would just loose it. And his drug of choice was combat, hardcore straight up hand-to-hand combat.
Slowing down his breathing the green mans mind slowly began to clear the rage began to disappear and as it did his concentration and focus began to remerge.
?I scare the shit out of myself sometimes,? Pikkon chuckled to himself.
Walking down the footpath he wondered if there where any other warriors hiding themselves amongst the city, if there where they would be in for quite a surprise. Pikkon was at this point in time not one from walking away from a fight until it was over, completely over.
He could not see inside the buildings due to the lack of light, so exploration of the surrounding buildings would have to wait until sun-up. Until then the green warrior decided to find a nice little place to sit and wait. Ready if anyone unfamiliar appeared, and able to see if any familiar people emerged close by.
Walking behind a medium sized building Pikkon proceeded to climb an old rusty ladder that he guessed led to the roof. As he reached the top of the building, he placed his duffel bag onto the ground, opened it up and took a quick swig of water. Replacing the water back into the bag Pikkon sat down quietly high atop the building and watched down across the deserted down wondering when he would first see a fellow warrior.
The moon still hung high in the night sky, it would still be a while until the moon died and the sun rose. That's when Pikkon knew the real game would begin. Sun-up.