06-01-2007, 02:28 AM
Unaware and rather unconcerned with the whereabouts of his alleged enemies, Spice wandered within his own lonesome cocoon of apathy. A starlit veil graced the empty sky as the sun peeked over the horizon, slicing the darkness to shreds. The immortal battle continued, leaving the stench of rotting decay with every fallen warrior that came and went. He had yet to run into anyone since the encounter with ?the green one,? and was growing rather tired of the seemingly abandoned island already. However, Dante?s Abyss was a colossal event, praised by all and feared by many; the island was its stage, and the fighters were its entertainment.
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?Color me intrigued,? Spice accepted the plea of the trader. Regardless of the fact that he knew nothing of what he was getting into, the Makyo needed something to occupy his mind; before it took him over completely. Spice withdrew his offensive stance and placed a bottle above his head, allowing the cold liquid to splash against his face. Boy did it feel good; he had been without water for at least an entire day, so it was most certainly a sweet moment of Utopia for the cyan warrior.
?Good to hear it. The beast comes out at midnight, just as the moon reaches its apex and shines with the burning glare of the sun. Just hope for your sake it?s not a full moon tonight. OH! You?ll need to take these with you if you ever hope to prevail against the devil of a creature,? the trader instructed, opening Spice?s hand and placing a bladeless hilt into his palm. A silhouette of devout power radiated from the object, but its true purpose remained hidden for now.
The Makyo shot a quick nod at the trader and his wife before placing the hilt into his nearly empty survival pack and making haste for the shady forest, where the man said the beast resides in the night. Of course, not before taking part in the all-you-can-eat buffet, compliments of the trader for assaulting Spice in the first place. The makyo bit into a nice slab of juicy meat before tearing the entire thing from the bone; with one audible gulp the meal was gone and Spice purged a belch of satisfaction.
?Now, to go hunt me some fresh meat,? the brute snickered after pounding a mug of ice cold Samuel Adams and gathering together his essential supplies. He was so stoked about finally getting some action, he failed to realize the mysterious hilt fall from his pack out onto the floor as he left the room. Spice then made his way to the forest, scampering through a field of tall grass like a muskrat.
?I can?t wait to tear this thing apart and let the sour ooze dance about my tongue,? said a menacing voice as the white-haired warrior paved his way through the thick brush. A sinister presence was evident in his tone, but the tides quickly turned.
?Must you exploit your unquenchable lack of intelligence every time you open that fecal bowl you call a mouth?? a clearly paradox and gentlemanly voice returned as Ginseng balled a white-knuckled fist. The makyo winced in pain as he cupped his left eye after having his right index finger forcefully thrust into it.
?If we make it out of this alive, I swear I?ll kill you??
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?Color me intrigued,? Spice accepted the plea of the trader. Regardless of the fact that he knew nothing of what he was getting into, the Makyo needed something to occupy his mind; before it took him over completely. Spice withdrew his offensive stance and placed a bottle above his head, allowing the cold liquid to splash against his face. Boy did it feel good; he had been without water for at least an entire day, so it was most certainly a sweet moment of Utopia for the cyan warrior.
?Good to hear it. The beast comes out at midnight, just as the moon reaches its apex and shines with the burning glare of the sun. Just hope for your sake it?s not a full moon tonight. OH! You?ll need to take these with you if you ever hope to prevail against the devil of a creature,? the trader instructed, opening Spice?s hand and placing a bladeless hilt into his palm. A silhouette of devout power radiated from the object, but its true purpose remained hidden for now.
The Makyo shot a quick nod at the trader and his wife before placing the hilt into his nearly empty survival pack and making haste for the shady forest, where the man said the beast resides in the night. Of course, not before taking part in the all-you-can-eat buffet, compliments of the trader for assaulting Spice in the first place. The makyo bit into a nice slab of juicy meat before tearing the entire thing from the bone; with one audible gulp the meal was gone and Spice purged a belch of satisfaction.
?Now, to go hunt me some fresh meat,? the brute snickered after pounding a mug of ice cold Samuel Adams and gathering together his essential supplies. He was so stoked about finally getting some action, he failed to realize the mysterious hilt fall from his pack out onto the floor as he left the room. Spice then made his way to the forest, scampering through a field of tall grass like a muskrat.
?I can?t wait to tear this thing apart and let the sour ooze dance about my tongue,? said a menacing voice as the white-haired warrior paved his way through the thick brush. A sinister presence was evident in his tone, but the tides quickly turned.
?Must you exploit your unquenchable lack of intelligence every time you open that fecal bowl you call a mouth?? a clearly paradox and gentlemanly voice returned as Ginseng balled a white-knuckled fist. The makyo winced in pain as he cupped his left eye after having his right index finger forcefully thrust into it.
?If we make it out of this alive, I swear I?ll kill you??