Post by xidoraven on Mar 8, 2006 3:58:37 GMT -5
'Crack! Crack Crack!'
Gunshots rang out as Corn and Dahkmil the Inept dashed back to the black sedan, practically leaping into the seats as the door snapped closed and the car shot into gear and went for a straight charge. Stashing bags of cash and goods into the gas-hybrid car, the two Frag hara turned in their seats to look back at the small mob of Rodrae hara that had appeared, running from behind the far set of buildings with rifles and pistols, some of them already taking fire on the car as it quickly sped out of sight.
The driver of the car, a deep-skinned har with a severe and jagged face, and eyes that pierced through hearts and souls. This Almagabra-born beauty was incepted here in Megalithica, having been a college transfer student from the human country of India, and rose quickly in status among hara as a decisive and instinctive gang leader.
He drove fast, only looking back once in his mirrors to see if they were following. There were no cars, only running hara.
"Silly, pathetic tribe, they are. They pity us, but somehar should pity them..." he spoke aloud, his words soft and sinewy, with a sound like velvet, but lined with a harsh undertone, like a vein of poison amidst the silken folds. His bitterness for many things ran very deep.
"Tiu'mahab bows to no Rodrae," he said, as if making sure the deal was finalized. He smiled, sure that his joy would be rewarded very soon with action. As he rounder the last corner and sat at the top of the hill that over looked the buildings they had just come from, they could still see hara looking off toward where they had driven away, still waving their guns and screaming obscenities. Some of them had gone walking back to the place they had exited, when suddenly a loud noise and a fireball are emitted from behind the buildings, and some of the portions of them come crumbling to the ground. The explosion had been large enough to blow out the entire backside of one of the visible buildings.
"Let them say that I did not make my tribe proud. We bow to nohar, not ever a Rodrae, and not even the Agh. We are free and whole, and we need nothing from them," the icy-eyed har stared out at the devastation, watching the hara try to get back on their feet after being thrown to the ground by the blast.
His eyes peered through slitted lids, his contempt like a charm on his stare.
"Never let Chedlil know that you were here. This was my deed alone, you hear me?" he finished, gazing intently at them both, while pointing an accusatory finger at them in succession.
"Yes, Tiu," Dahkmil answered, clearly not going to put up a fight with such a request. He shifted in his seat as he opened the sack to inspect the loot in greater detail.
"You know that your word is our action, Tiu. But why is it so important that Chedlil knows that you blew up a Rodrae hangout and stole their effigy? What if they find out that we looted the joint too?" Corn asked, clearly upset with the har's motives, though he didn't let his voice or his mind show such doubts.
"They won't. No one will care about their things, what little they had, I'm sure. All they will say is that the Grip on Society's Heart and its leader were present at the same time that the Rodrae idol was stolen and a bomb was set off at the same moment, and that I personally was involved. It will be all Chedlil needs to accuse me of something, and I will be asked to attend a private meeting with him. And when the rest of the tribe is not present to suspect foul play by me, I will make my move. He will not even suspect that I have enchanted him. I expect he does not even know that I took a lock of his hair for my grissecon over him."
The foul-minded har stared intently at the burning buildings, still listening as the cries of distressed hara from the area calling out. His eyes showed a joy no other har could know, and insanity all his own.
Tiu'mahab was an avid and aggressive har of strength, beauty and power. He bowed to nohar, and even cast his old gang lord out after he had him cowering and beckoning at his knees. Later, he would have the har killed, though that plan was uprooted when the har that was to kill him was shot dead in a bad part of the borders, and the har was free. He had not been heard from since that moment.
Tiu'mahab had become the gang lord of the Grip on Society's Heart, the most influential Frag hara in this portion of the city and Frag territory. They claimed allegiance to the Agh'mahaiil, but only for politics and use of goods and resources.
The leader's personal motivations, however, were more clear-sighted and fueled by his willpower.
Tiu had begun to crave the Agh lord Chedlil the Ragged the very moment he laid eyes on him. Though he claimed no chesnari, it was common knowledge that what he and the har Lori the Gazing had was practically unbreakable, since they had never been known to be apart since the Council of the Tribe, and though Ched claimed that Lori was merely his most trusted advisor, only a fool would believe that they were not sleeping together.
Tiu'mahab had set out to steal away the har's heart with a spell and a nasty plan that would lead Tiu right where he wanted to go... Directly to the source.
"Soon, we shall be legends," he spoke as if in prose, raising his head in pride. His lithe feminine eyes looked down in wrath at the pitiful hara that carried themselves out into the streets where they had drove away.
As the car pulls away, the other two observe silently as they depart, not questioning a single detail of the plan or what had just happened.
Tiu smiled, content with his life. He put on a set of sunglagges and chuckled.
Gunshots rang out as Corn and Dahkmil the Inept dashed back to the black sedan, practically leaping into the seats as the door snapped closed and the car shot into gear and went for a straight charge. Stashing bags of cash and goods into the gas-hybrid car, the two Frag hara turned in their seats to look back at the small mob of Rodrae hara that had appeared, running from behind the far set of buildings with rifles and pistols, some of them already taking fire on the car as it quickly sped out of sight.
The driver of the car, a deep-skinned har with a severe and jagged face, and eyes that pierced through hearts and souls. This Almagabra-born beauty was incepted here in Megalithica, having been a college transfer student from the human country of India, and rose quickly in status among hara as a decisive and instinctive gang leader.
He drove fast, only looking back once in his mirrors to see if they were following. There were no cars, only running hara.
"Silly, pathetic tribe, they are. They pity us, but somehar should pity them..." he spoke aloud, his words soft and sinewy, with a sound like velvet, but lined with a harsh undertone, like a vein of poison amidst the silken folds. His bitterness for many things ran very deep.
"Tiu'mahab bows to no Rodrae," he said, as if making sure the deal was finalized. He smiled, sure that his joy would be rewarded very soon with action. As he rounder the last corner and sat at the top of the hill that over looked the buildings they had just come from, they could still see hara looking off toward where they had driven away, still waving their guns and screaming obscenities. Some of them had gone walking back to the place they had exited, when suddenly a loud noise and a fireball are emitted from behind the buildings, and some of the portions of them come crumbling to the ground. The explosion had been large enough to blow out the entire backside of one of the visible buildings.
"Let them say that I did not make my tribe proud. We bow to nohar, not ever a Rodrae, and not even the Agh. We are free and whole, and we need nothing from them," the icy-eyed har stared out at the devastation, watching the hara try to get back on their feet after being thrown to the ground by the blast.
His eyes peered through slitted lids, his contempt like a charm on his stare.
"Never let Chedlil know that you were here. This was my deed alone, you hear me?" he finished, gazing intently at them both, while pointing an accusatory finger at them in succession.
"Yes, Tiu," Dahkmil answered, clearly not going to put up a fight with such a request. He shifted in his seat as he opened the sack to inspect the loot in greater detail.
"You know that your word is our action, Tiu. But why is it so important that Chedlil knows that you blew up a Rodrae hangout and stole their effigy? What if they find out that we looted the joint too?" Corn asked, clearly upset with the har's motives, though he didn't let his voice or his mind show such doubts.
"They won't. No one will care about their things, what little they had, I'm sure. All they will say is that the Grip on Society's Heart and its leader were present at the same time that the Rodrae idol was stolen and a bomb was set off at the same moment, and that I personally was involved. It will be all Chedlil needs to accuse me of something, and I will be asked to attend a private meeting with him. And when the rest of the tribe is not present to suspect foul play by me, I will make my move. He will not even suspect that I have enchanted him. I expect he does not even know that I took a lock of his hair for my grissecon over him."
The foul-minded har stared intently at the burning buildings, still listening as the cries of distressed hara from the area calling out. His eyes showed a joy no other har could know, and insanity all his own.
Tiu'mahab was an avid and aggressive har of strength, beauty and power. He bowed to nohar, and even cast his old gang lord out after he had him cowering and beckoning at his knees. Later, he would have the har killed, though that plan was uprooted when the har that was to kill him was shot dead in a bad part of the borders, and the har was free. He had not been heard from since that moment.
Tiu'mahab had become the gang lord of the Grip on Society's Heart, the most influential Frag hara in this portion of the city and Frag territory. They claimed allegiance to the Agh'mahaiil, but only for politics and use of goods and resources.
The leader's personal motivations, however, were more clear-sighted and fueled by his willpower.
Tiu had begun to crave the Agh lord Chedlil the Ragged the very moment he laid eyes on him. Though he claimed no chesnari, it was common knowledge that what he and the har Lori the Gazing had was practically unbreakable, since they had never been known to be apart since the Council of the Tribe, and though Ched claimed that Lori was merely his most trusted advisor, only a fool would believe that they were not sleeping together.
Tiu'mahab had set out to steal away the har's heart with a spell and a nasty plan that would lead Tiu right where he wanted to go... Directly to the source.
"Soon, we shall be legends," he spoke as if in prose, raising his head in pride. His lithe feminine eyes looked down in wrath at the pitiful hara that carried themselves out into the streets where they had drove away.
As the car pulls away, the other two observe silently as they depart, not questioning a single detail of the plan or what had just happened.
Tiu smiled, content with his life. He put on a set of sunglagges and chuckled.