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| Topic Started: Fri Apr 16, 2010 10:23 pm (54 Views) | |
| Kuru | Fri Apr 16, 2010 10:23 pm Post #1 |
 
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Kuru definitely stood out from the normal crowd, perhaps the only naga currently in the city, since most were either at home in the Istan Desert or near the coasts of Imythess. He didn’t really care, nor did anybody else. Probably because a bunch of odd beings came through the city at various times, either attacking it or simply lounging around, surely they had seen weirder things than a half-fiend with a long snake-like lower body. Despite demonic heritage he never felt cast out from society or like a monster, his mother taught him to fight and he had become a warrior amongst his people. That was nearly a hundred years ago, now he was a lot simpler being, a lot more peaceful as he carried a keg on his shoulder, the strength from his demonic half easily lifting the bulky item. He had stopped by the floating city for supplies, as far as he could tell, he was the only owner of a travelling pub, and he was pretty sure that the Aria pub was the only wagon that served drinks. He liked this thought, it often made him smile. The pub was a peaceful place, he made sure of that, not allowing anybody to disrespect the pub named after his long late wife. The travelling pub wasn’t a place solely for drunks, it was more of a place to convene, usually only stopping for sleep or at a village for supplies. Cascadia was sort of a problem, since Kuru had to leave his wagon behind to get more drinks, but luckily, even though the dinosaur which pulled his wagon was an herbivore, it was a very good ward against any thief wanting to try and rummage through the unattended pub. After all, who would want to go near a large lizard that could very possibly crush you? He sighed a bit unhappily as the road was blocked by a crowd of people watching somebody perform. He set the keg down on the ground, lifting himself a bit over the heads of the crowd to take a look at the scene. |
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| Chaos | Mon Apr 19, 2010 12:46 pm Post #2 |
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Chaos was pissed off, his mood had gone from bad to worse, to just plain pissed at everything. He had only been free for three days now and was already tired of this filthy human body. He hated humans, and this one was even worse, his ugly smelly body now possessed by the demon of chaos. His anger and hate was only fueled by the will to get out of this body and go completly demon form, that would show everyone. His goal was to burn everything in this city. He hated the floating city, and everyone in it. But today was even worse for some one who crossed the demon, for his mood was not a good one at all. apparently someone was preforming in the middle of the city, for a large crowd of people had gathered in the middle of the city and were causing a distraction. The group had clustered the city street, making it hard to get by and passed the group of onlookers. Stuck in Zions body chaos was trying to get through, he was on his way out of the city. But as he tried to get through the crowd, he bumped into a very odd strange looking man. His shoulder smashed into the back of the man, rather on purpose or not, chaos took it as if the man had hit him. His body turned back to spin around and look at the strange looking man holding a barrale or something like that. Look you excuse for a living creature, dont you ever think about hitting me again or i will rip your skull from your head. Dont even look at me you scum, you are not worth my time. It felt good to yell like that, his deep demon voice echoing out over the crowd of people. He was going to make a scene, oh yes he was going to make a scene. |
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