05-23-2007, 09:32 PM
"Find each other. Kill each other." the request was quite simple, that's why it played over and over in the changelings head.
The distant silence was even more unnerving than the brash promise of death that would follow, but King Cold's stern visage was a well enough front to conceal that underlying fear. Shuffling through his dufflebag he found enough bread and water to last him a couple of days, if he'd managed to avoid crossing another mans sights for that long. It was well enough, so he tasted the bread and decided to get a move on. Water crashed against the shore, laying over the sand, snatching his attentiveness for but a moment. The moon wasn't as high in the sky as it had been earlier, but its luminance reflected off the murky water with its prominent light as it had earlier.
"I wish they'd given us cigarettes..." Cold groaned, removing his designated weapon from its keeping and staring just over its sights. Satisfied, in his own right, he stepped off the beachfront and proceeded into the heart of the island that was their prison. It would keep them until they died, Cold was fine with those terms.
He avoided the paths that had been marred into the earth, for the most part. It wasn't sensible to travel the main road's, although he figured everyone else would be travelling through the vegetation as he did. It was quite ideal the extremes of his arrogance to be cut, while he retained his confidence. It had been his downfall several times and he licked his parched lips, thinking back to when he'd entered Conquest and fallen to the golem of manly pink construction.
"I wonder where Koola's gone off to?" he mused aloud as he stopped to pull the scouter from his bag and fit it over his face. With the push of a button it sprang to life with the monotonous bleep bleeping that was the essence of a scouter.
The distant silence was even more unnerving than the brash promise of death that would follow, but King Cold's stern visage was a well enough front to conceal that underlying fear. Shuffling through his dufflebag he found enough bread and water to last him a couple of days, if he'd managed to avoid crossing another mans sights for that long. It was well enough, so he tasted the bread and decided to get a move on. Water crashed against the shore, laying over the sand, snatching his attentiveness for but a moment. The moon wasn't as high in the sky as it had been earlier, but its luminance reflected off the murky water with its prominent light as it had earlier.
"I wish they'd given us cigarettes..." Cold groaned, removing his designated weapon from its keeping and staring just over its sights. Satisfied, in his own right, he stepped off the beachfront and proceeded into the heart of the island that was their prison. It would keep them until they died, Cold was fine with those terms.
He avoided the paths that had been marred into the earth, for the most part. It wasn't sensible to travel the main road's, although he figured everyone else would be travelling through the vegetation as he did. It was quite ideal the extremes of his arrogance to be cut, while he retained his confidence. It had been his downfall several times and he licked his parched lips, thinking back to when he'd entered Conquest and fallen to the golem of manly pink construction.
"I wonder where Koola's gone off to?" he mused aloud as he stopped to pull the scouter from his bag and fit it over his face. With the push of a button it sprang to life with the monotonous bleep bleeping that was the essence of a scouter.